Chapter 18 #5
“ Look at you , shaking like a leaf.” I smile as another wicked game springs to mind. It would be such a waste not to take advantage of her burst of adrenaline. She’s wide open for another mind fucking. “Did I scare you, Puppet?”
She only nods, seemingly afraid to speak at all... I’m fine with that.
“ I think you should run , Puppet.” Her eyes lift to peer up at me with uncertainty. “I’ll even let you choose the number I count to... Fair?”
She swallows with a bit of difficulty. “Y-you’re going to…ch- chase me?”
I lean into her, bringing my mouth closer to her ear as I reach my hand toward her hip.
“I’m going to pursue you … You like the idea of that, don’t you?
” A quivering, telling sigh escapes her.
I press a finger against the pill packet on the table and drag it closer to the edge.
“Think of this as after care ,” I joke, lifting the little packet.
I let her see my choice of contraceptive and tuck it into my jacket pocket.
“And when I catch you, Puppet…” She swallows hard again, and I know the pupils in those eyes behind her contacts are blown wide with lust. “ When I fucking…catch… you…”
“ One hundred,” she breathily whispers, sliding out from between the table and my hovering form, and inches toward the sliding glass door.
“One hundred…” I offer her a curt nod, grinning as I refasten my belt for the chase. “ Ninety-nine…”
Puppet darts out the door, and the smile slides off my face. She really thought she could turn the tables on me again. Thought she could get inside my head and punish me without consequence.
For a moment, I consider not pursuing her at all, letting her get lost in the fucking woods, slowly coming to the realization that I never had any intention of pursuing her.
A part of me doesn’t deem her worthy of the effort.
On the other hand , allowing her this calculated win, this seductive little game she’s surely craved and is currently romanticizing in her spread-eagled little brain , is just a way to bring her to heel.
To tighten her puppet strings. To brutally fuck her little mind back into submission.
I’ll need her submission if my suspicions are correct.
Despite her adamant claims of celibacy, I am certain they are false.
I don’t bother counting down the rest of the way.
Stepping out onto the deck, I lift my face to the brilliant moon and close my eyes, listening …
The woodland creatures have gone silent to my left. I turn in that direction, dialing in on her location. She’s in heels. She couldn’t have gotten too far.
A twig snaps…
“There you are…”
Jumping from deck to dirt, I dart into the tree line to the left of my cabin, down the trail that runs along the riverbank.
The moon is bright tonight, nearly full.
The branches looming above cast shadows upon the trail, stretching across the ground like black, gnarled fingers.
I can almost make out her figure a few yards ahead, my senses honed to a razor’s edge.
It’s ingrained in the male psyche, the instinctual drive to hunt. That primal hunger, undeniable when unleashed, whether it be for sustenance or sex.
I hear her faint gasp, then the thud of her soft body hitting the trail, followed by a little grunt. She must have caught the toe of her boot on a fallen branch, or perhaps a surface root.
Another surge of adrenaline enters my bloodstream, and I break into a sprint.
She’s barely on her feet again before I tackle her from behind, slamming her down into the dirt. A strangled little shriek escapes her, but it’s mostly the air being forced from her lungs upon impact, crushed beneath my weight.
She attempts to crawl, to drag herself from beneath me, when I lift my torso from her back and straddle her thighs.
Her fingers scrape the dirt in search of a root to grip and pull like rungs on a ladder, but it’s no use.
Even if her fingers did find purchase, it wouldn’t do her any good. She’s not escaping me.
I grip her hips and haul her back to me.
“You’re not going anywhere, Puppet,” I growl, repositioning my grasp to her leather waistband at the small of her back, keeping her tight, voluptuous ass flush against my crotch. With my free hand, I undo my belt and yank it through the belt loops with a whirr.
Using my teeth, I loop the end quickly through the buckle and slip it over her head.
Upon bringing the leather to her panting mouth, I shove it inside, ramming the belt past her teeth, then I jerk the end to tighten the improvised lasso around her, pulling until her head is forced back and she scrambles to push herself up on her hands and knees.
“You want me to fuck you , Puppet?” I demand, wrapping the belt around my wrist to keep her firmly in place. I jerk her waistband hard, nearly lifting her knees off the ground. “Get these fucking pants down, and I’ll breed you like the cum-thirsty bitch in heat you are.”
Still whimpering and sucking in breath around the belt strapped across her mouth, she fumbles with her fly and eagerly shoves the leather down over her hips and ass. I use my free hand to help her get them all the way down, exposing her entire ass and upper portion of her thighs.
“Gasp and moan all you want. Grunt like the fucking little slut-pig you are … But if you scream, Puppet… If you fucking scream …”
I bring my open hand down on her ass, and the loud smack echoes through the woods.
She lets out a small squeak at the sting.
“Don’t you fucking move,” I warn her, undoing my pants to get my aching cock out.
The moment I’m free, I slam forward, driving into her with brute force.
She cries out, though it’s muffled by the leather between her teeth, and I’m not at all surprised to find her cunt already drenched.
Slick, warm walls contract around my cock with every penetrating thrust, testing my restraint. I haven’t fucked a pussy raw in ages.
“Is this what you want?” I pant, fighting back the urge to come already. “To be rutted on like an animal in the dirt?”
Her clenching cunt drives me to fuck her harder. I’m not bottoming out yet.
“Get this fucking ass higher!” I shove her down between her shoulder blades, forcing the side of her face into the dirt. “Arch your back, I’m going deeper.”
She instantly arches her back into demon pose.
She wants this. Wants to feel my hot seed spurt against her womb.
I release the belt to grip her hips with both hands, pressing my thumbs into the sexy dimples right above her thick ass.
I dig into her flesh so tightly, I know she’ll have bruises by the end of this encounter. Perhaps he’ll see them…
She pulls my leather belt from her mouth, and her labored panting produces a slight divot in the dirt near her face.
“Is this all you hoped it would be, Puppet?” I ask, slamming into her, the head of my cock collides easily now with her cervix at this angle. I hope it fucking hurts! “Is this what you fucking wanted?”
“Yes…fuck…yes…” she whines beneath me. “Come in me… Legion… Please… Come inside of me…”
I bottom out and grind deep inside of her. She groans as if she finds the sensation pleasurable, and it pisses me off further. The demented bitch wants my brutality. It’s the only way she knows I’m thinking of her.
With a wicked sneer she can’t see, I pull out of her, and the cold air hits my drenched dick.
“No! Come back!” she gasps.
“ Shh shh shh. ” I reposition myself to grab her ankles and jerk them roughly back, forcing her legs all the way down, thighs flush against the trail. Straddling her curvaceous ass between my thighs, I guide my cock back into her pussy and sink inside her once again. “ That’s my girl…”
“Legion…”
“Shut up,” I snap, pumping her deeply, but gently now, letting her really feel the drag and penetration of my cock as I close my eyes and imagine someone else beneath me.
“You want my cum, baby?” When she doesn’t answer, I smack the side of her ass, though softer than I struck her before. “Do you want me to come inside of you?”
“Yes.”
“ Mmmm…good girl…” I thrust a little faster.
“Legion… don’t…” she whimpers.
“It’s our secret, baby… He never needs to know… Unless it’s born with my eyes…”
“Legion!” Puppet shrieks beneath me, horrified, thrashing in a desperate attempt to buck me off her.
This simply won’t do…
Repositioning to blanket the full weight of my body atop her back, pinning her down, I wrap an arm around her throat, holding her in a headlock as I continue to thrust inside of her.
Before she can object again, I clamp my other hand over her mouth.
Now she can bitch and moan all she wants.
It’ll be easier to imagine the woman I truly desire, grunting and groaning when I pump my encroaching release deep inside of her.
Tears trickle over the hand I have firmly clasped against her mouth. I bury my face in the long, dark hair curtaining her ear, and breathe in the scent I concocted to aid in her cosplay.
“ Fuck , baby… I’ll give you everything you could ever dream of, sweet one…” I whisper, “Let me feel you come on me…”
Puppet is still fighting, trying desperately to ruin the fantasy.
I can’t help but chuckle, unwrapping my arm from around her throat.
I shove my hand beneath her, and she attempts to clench her thighs tighter, in the process, squeezing my dick a little harder.
But she can’t keep me from that hooded little bundle of nerves.
That hot button that’s going to defeat her in this little power play.
“ Come for me, baby,” I growl against her ear while my fingers roughly work her clit. “I want to feel you come on my cock, Vanna… I want to feel you milking me for every fucking drop I’ve got to give you… And I want to give it to you, sweet one… I want to give you everything… All of me …”
Her erratic thrashing and squirming to fight me off becomes more rhythmic, and I know I’ve already won her body over, despite the cries muffled behind my hand.
“That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so well, sweet one… Fuck… you’re such a good girl…such a good fucking girl… I’m going to fill this tight little pussy … Going to pump everything I’ve got into you… But not before you fucking come for me !”
Her walls tighten and begin to spasm, her body tenses beneath me as her orgasm hits, whether she wants it or not. Quivering and becoming astonishingly wetter, her milking grip is my undoing. I thrust into her a few more times before I’m spent of the poison.
Game over.
I release my grip over her mouth, grimacing as I pull out of her and sit back on the heels of my motorcycle boots. I need a fucking cigarette… But first things first…
“Was that good for you, Puppet?” I ask, tucking myself back into my pants while I watch her struggle to pull hers up. “Did you get what you wanted?”
She rolls over onto her back once she’s got them over her ass and refastens her fly. The side of her face is caked with dusty dirt, and she’s got a couple of crunchy leaves stuck in her hair.
“I hate you,” she mutters, and I don’t bother fighting the sneer her words pull from me.
“Yet you keep coming back.”
She pushes herself up off the ground, and I rise with her. She attempts to storm off in the direction of my cabin, but I grab her arm, preventing her.
“Not so fast.”
“What?” she sniffles.
“Open that fucking mouth for me one more time, Puppet.” I grin, removing the Plan B from my pocket. After tearing open the packet, I hold the pill up for her between my thumb and forefinger.
With another look of pure hatred, she does as she’s told. I press the pill into her mouth, then shove her jaw closed. “ Now swallow like a good girl ,” I whisper, pressing a finger to her lips.
She stares at me as I drag my touch down her chin, then grip her throat loosely, waiting to feel her swallow it down. In the light of the pale moon, I watch a tear cut a thin trail through the layer of dirt canvasing her cheek, and her throat rolls against my palm.
“ That’s my girl.”