Chapter 32
“Run.” The word leaves my lips, and Mason immediately throws the door of my truck open and takes off sprinting.
The woods go on for miles, but the trees aren’t too close together, and their leaves have mostly fallen.
The light from the full moon illuminates the forest floor well enough.
We didn’t pass any cars recently, and I pulled over at a random spot, so I think we’re as alone as we can be.
I’m not worried about anyone interrupting us this time.
I give Mason a thirty-second head start before I turn off the truck and casually open my door. I walk around to the passenger side, facing the direction he ran, and try to focus on what I can hear. It doesn’t take long to pick up on the sounds of leaves crunching and sticks snapping ahead.
This is nothing like the last time I chased him. I was terrified then that he’d left me, that it had all been a lie to earn my trust, and he’d escaped to turn me in.
Now, I get to fully enjoy this. I’m faster than Mason, so I know I’ll find him. Besides, he wants to be caught, so I try to embrace the fantasy he has of this and pull my mask down to cover my face.
I’m not his Master tonight. He’s not my Pet.
He’s the object of my obsession.
And I’m going to hunt him down and make him mine.
“You think you can run away? Hide from me?” I call out in challenge as I start to jog after him. My voice is distorted by the mask, and it adds to the idea that I’m not really me. “Where do you even think you’re going, Sweetness? There’s no one else out here. Just you and me.”
I scan the forest ahead to make sure he hasn’t gone off in another direction and smile when I catch the flash of bright pink weaving through the trees. He isn’t too far ahead of me, so I maintain my pace, in no hurry to catch him yet as I jog through the woods.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.”
His ragged breathing gets louder as I close in on him. He’s trying to be quiet, but the panic is setting in and making him clumsy. I slow my pace, savoring the hunt. There’s no rush—the night is young, and the woods are huge.
“Getting tired already, Sweetness?” I call out, my voice carrying through the trees. “I can hear you breathing. Your heart’s beating so fast I can practically feel it from here.”
He turns to look over his shoulder at me as he runs away—big mistake.
He trips over something and goes down with a soft grunt.
His slutty little shorts ride up, giving me the perfect view of his ass as he falls, and my dick stirs at the thought of taking him out here in the wild like this.
He scrambles back up, likely embarrassed but with adrenaline coursing through him, and changes direction.
I laugh bitterly for a moment before saying into the surrounding forest, “That ass is mine.”
“No,” he shouts as he continues to run, and I follow, chasing him.
The longer this goes on, the less it feels like a game, and the more I give in to the primal side of my instincts.
I’m a hunter, and he’s my prey. It should feel wrong, sick, twisted, but there’s no denying how much it’s turning me on as my dick swells.
Especially knowing Mason revels in it, too.
He enjoys the monster he brought out in me.
He’s running for the thrill of it, the promise of what’ll happen when I catch him.
Not out of terror. He wants this as much as I do, and that knowledge is a high more potent than anything I’ve ever known.
Every twig snapping and heavy breath I hear from Mason only fills me with more lust. He’s bobbing, trying to be clever as he zig-zags through the woods and hides behind trees. I could easily catch up at any second, have him pinned, helpless, and screaming. Knowing that is intoxicating.
“Getting tired, counselor?” I call out. “The woods are a big place for you to be lost all by yourself. So helpless and alone with no one to save you from your fate.”
He ducks behind another tree, likely trying to catch his breath, and I use it as a break too because I know exactly what tree he’s behind. I wait patiently for him to move. He steps out and turns to me, eyes locked on my mask.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he calls out. “You’ve been stalking me for weeks, and now you’re just going to stand there?”
The challenge in his tone is surprisingly hot. He’s taunting me, fighting back, asking for more, and if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Fuck. The last of my self-control snaps. I’m done dragging this game out.
I’m coming for him.
I take off running right toward him. His eyes go wide, and he turns, trying to run away again, but it’s no use. He looks over his shoulder again and gasps at how close we are. He knows this is it. He knows I’m going to catch him and he’s going to be mine.
I’m on him in an instant. My hand wraps around his arm as my body slams him to the ground. He cries out a sharp, delicious sound that goes straight to my dick.
“Caught you, Sweetness,” I growl, my mask pressed against his ear. I’m already grinding against his smaller frame, letting him feel exactly what he does to me. “Your playtime is over. Now it’s time for my fun.”