12. Chapter 12 – Peyton
Chapter 12 – Peyton
M y heels sank in the soft earth with each step, but I didn’t take them off. If Dane had wanted me to be barefoot, he wouldn’t have sent the over the top gifts slowing me down. Which was also the point of their existence I was sure.
My heart was beating a mile a minute in my throat as I reached the end of the parking lot and kept going through the grass. When the trees started blocking out any moonlight from above I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one from the bar was following me.
At least none of the bikers.
They were scary as fuck, and my skin still crawled from the things they said to me in my short five minute stay. I knew that was Dane’s plan the whole time, and I could also tell that the men weren’t actually going to touch me, though I didn’t know what the fuck made me stupid enough to test that theory.
When the one had cornered me at the bar and asked me about my wetness, I felt so fucking powerful, tempting him and testing the invisible barrier between us. I was high on adrenalin as I left the bar and I could feel it amplifying in my veins with every step taking me further into the woods.
My phone vibrated in my purse and I ripped it out to read the message and nearly cried out in ecstasy from just the words on the screen.
Run, Puppet. Run from your hunter and try to escape. Because if I catch you, all three of your holes are going to know my touch by the time I’m done with you.
And I fucking ran.
I tucked my phone back into my purse and shot off through the dark woods, using my hands as barriers from the brush and twigs, slapping me as I ran. I had no idea if he was even actually with me in the woods, or maybe he was pranking me from some remote location and fucking with my head for his own enjoyments, but I still ran.
The adrenalin and fear made me feel the most alive I’d ever felt before. I felt high, and even the mild experimenting I’d done with drugs in my life couldn’t come close to recreating the high I was on as I ran from my hunter.
And then I heard a noise behind me and I whipped around to see what made it and lost my footing, losing one shoe as I caught movement behind me in the shadows.
“Fuck.” I hissed, kicking the other expensive shoe off and mentally cried out at the loss of the pretty material item as I left it behind. I couldn’t afford to let them slow me down anymore, because I was actually being chased.
I twisted around a large tree and cut to my right, running further into the dark woods, but with every panic induced gasp I took, I heard another noise from behind me .
“Puppet!” A deep baritone voice echoed through the woods and I screamed in fear, ducking beneath some lower brush to hide, crawling across the damp ground on my hands and knees.
He was so fucking close and I no longer cared about my fancy dress, silk stockings, or the manicured nails I’d perfected for him.
I fucking fled with regard for nothing else.
“Come here Puppet,” His voice echoed off the low branches around me and I froze, as the noise encircled me, making it sound like he was in front of me. “When you asked me to hunt you down, I thought you’d actually make it hard on me, but you’re just giving up. You’re making it too easy.”
I got up on my feet and turned in another direction, gasping when I slipped in mud and slid down a steep hill that came out of nowhere on my knees. In an open clearing, I landed in a heap; the impact reverberating through my body. Slowly, I climbed back to my feet, wincing at the soreness. Surveying my new surroundings, a feeling of isolation washed over me. The dark forest enveloped me, its dense foliage blocking any sign of escape.
I had no idea where I was anymore. I couldn’t tell where I’d been or where I was going.
Movement caught my eye, and I shrieked in horror as a large dark shadow jumped down the hill beside me.
It was him.
Dane.
He landed on his feet with a muffled thud in the mud and fear bloomed anew in my heart, seeing his gloomy silhouette for the first time. I jumped to my feet and cut across the opening into darkness once again, but I heard the thudding of his boots on the ground behind me.
And his sinister laugh .
Fuck, it was so hot.
“That’s my girl, P. Run. Run from me like it will make you like it any less when I catch you.” He called out from behind me, and it sounded like he was right on my tail.
He was so much bigger than I was; it took no time at all for his long legs to catch up to me. His hand grabbed a fist full of my hair first, and I screamed in agony when he pulled me to a stop by it. He slammed into my back and had one arm around my torso with the other still holding me by my hair.
“No!” I screamed, clawing and thrashing in his hold as he forced me to the ground under his bulking form. “No!”
His weight was overwhelming on my back that stars danced in front of my eyes as he pinned my wrists behind my back and tied something tight to them, completely immobilizing me.
“My pretty little prize.” He growled in my ear as I panted in fear and anticipation for what came next. He sat up on his knees and straddled my ass, keeping one hand in my hair at the back of my head to keep my cheek flat to the earth. “You got my gifts all muddy.”
“That’s what you wanted.” I panted, fighting anew, kicking my feet and trying to hit his back or break through the hard plastic cutting into my wrists. “You wanted me dirty.”
He chuckled and leaned down over my back again until his breath hit the shell of my ear again and I moaned breathlessly at the sensation of him against me. “You were dirty long before you met me, Puppet.” He bit my ear and licked my cheek, “You just didn’t allow yourself to embrace this side of you.”
He flicked his wrist out to the side of my face and I stilled in absolute panic when a knife shot out of a steel handle menacingly.
Oh, I fucked up .
He was going to fuck me and kill me for being so stupid and gullible.
FUCK!
I fought anew, thrashing under his giant body, causing the ties on my wrist to cut into the skin. My flesh scraped across the dirty beneath me and I screamed in horror when he laughed evilly above me.
“There she is, my pretty little plaything, finally actually fighting me like you mean it.” Growling, he pressed one knee between my thighs, wedging it deeper and spreading my thighs wide around his thick, trunk-like leg.
“Please!” I begged pathetically, and froze again when I felt the tip of his knife against the back of my leg directly above my knee. “Please don’t hurt me.” I whispered, and tears fell from my eyes, dripping down into the dirt. “Please, Dane.”
That deep growl emanated from above me again and my body tingled with the vibrations. “Say it again, Puppet.”
“What?” I gasped nearly incoherently with fear.
“Beg me. Use your pretty words for me.”
“Please, Dane.” I cried. Somehow, knowing who the monster was that was attacking me, didn’t lessen the fear at all. And it wasn’t like I actually knew Dane, either. A name doesn’t prove familiarity.
“Mmh,” He moaned as the knife trailed higher up the back of my leg. I felt it snag on the edge of the lace dress he bought me and with one quick flick of his wrist, the knife split the fabric. “You’re going to scream my name in ecstasy tonight, Peyton.” He stabbed the knife into the soft earth next to my head mockingly. I was so close to it, if I could just get my hands free, I could grab it and arm myself. But he knew I was stuck. His warm hands groped my ass as he shook it erotically. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning through the quick gasps of fear.
“Please don’t hurt me.” I cried again. “I didn’t want to be hurt. ”
He tore the fabric of my dress, separating it completely up the back so my entire body was on display for him. The black mesh thong and bra did nothing to hide anything.
Every inch of cellulite, every roll, and every blemish on my back was visible. And for once, I didn’t cringe at that. Not like I did with other partners. Maybe I was too wrapped up in being harmed by some lunatic in the woods to care if he thought I was fat or not in person.
“Someday you’ll realize, Puppet,” Dane ran his hands down my body again like he was mapping out the dips and curves. “I’m the only man in this entire world that will never hurt you.” Before his words even registered, though, his hand came down in a resounding slap against my bare ass cheek. The noise echoed off the trees and my scream followed suit. I couldn’t make sense of his words and actions, and I was thrown into a whirlwind of sensation and emotion.
I was afraid.
I was anxious.
Worst of all, I was fucking aching with need.
But Dane wasn’t ready to put me out of my misery yet, “Your deadbeat boyfriend hurts you every time he sleeps with someone else on his business trips.” His hand fell to my ass again, and I yelped and groaned when his other hand tightened in my hair. “You may not know every time, but you know he isn’t faithful, yet you stay.”
“Stop.” I gritted through my teeth, “He doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, he does.” Dane spanked me again, and a moan escaped my lips against my control. “He matters because you won’t walk away from him, yet you’re willing to spread your thighs for a stranger from the internet in return. You’d never act so stupidly if it wasn’t for him. For driving you to insanity and desperation. You wanted to feel alive, that’s why you came to me. ”
“ You hacked me.” I yelled and screamed with the next spank. “ You stalked me. I didn’t come to you!”
He growled and spanked me three times in a row and then lifted my hips up into the air so I rested with my knees and face in the dirt. “You dream of me, Puppet.” He spanked me again, and then pushed my thighs wider and my body instantly opened for him, arching my back and spreading my knees out wide. Fuck, I was so desperate for him. “You came looking for me. You need me.”
“Then fuck me!” I screamed in frustration. “I wanted a man to fuck me like I need to be fucked! Not dissect my life, my like some limp dick therapist asking me how my boyfriend’s infidelity makes me feel!” I pushed back against him with my ass and felt the rough fabric of his pants against my barely covered pussy. “I need to be fucked so I can fucking breathe again!”
The next slap of his hand landed directly against my exposed pussy and I cried out in ecstasy as he tore the black thong off my body and brutally pushed two fingers into my wet hole.
“Yes!” I moaned, pushing back onto his fingers as he thrust them in hard. I mewled and moaned for him incoherently. “I need it, please!”
Gasping in agony when he pulled his fingers from my body and then I screamed when his thick cock thrust deep into my body. Fuck, the thing was so perfect. It burned and stretched me effortlessly. “Is this what you needed, Puppet?” He hissed and fucked me hard, using my tied hands as a leverage point to pull me back onto his cock after each brutal thrust.
“YES!” I cried out, slamming back into him desperately. “Yes, yes, yes!”
He grabbed my hips and pushed my torso into the dirt harder and then leaned over my back, slamming deep with each thrust so I had nowhere to move away from them and I couldn’t chase him for more when he pulled out. I was his toy. His to use and to fuck like I didn’t matter.
But I wasn’t stupid enough to think I didn’t fucking matter to Dane.
I was stupid to get myself into the situation I was in to begin with, but I knew he wanted me in ways no one else ever had before. He saw me. He looked for me. He stalked me.
He was obsessed.
And it was that very thought that shot me off into space with the biggest orgasm of my life. “More. Yes, Dane. God, you fuck me so good.”
“Mmh,” He moaned his agreement and spit on my ass, pushing a finger into me. It took me by surprise but it shouldn’t have, he told me I’d know his touch in all three of my holes when he was done with me. I tried looking over my shoulder to see him. I wanted to see if he looked as animalistic as I imagined him to look while fucking me raw and possessively. But no matter how hard I fought against his hold on me, I couldn’t see him.
He actively avoided me every time I tried. All I could see was the black pants and shoes he wore and his fist gripped in the fabric of my torn dress or hair as he adjusted his hold on me.
He was a ghost, effectively hiding from me while pleasuring me in ways no man ever had before him.
“I’m going to fuck this ass, Peyton.” He spanked my ass cheek, and I moaned wildly even as fear bloomed in my chest again. “Someday. Not today.”
“Tonight is the only time.” I gasped, “This is a onetime thing.”
He chuckled, and cut my arms free releasing his hold on my hair, only to replace his hand around my throat and pull me until I was sitting on his thighs as he kept fucking me. The change in angle pushed his fat cock directly against my G-spot with each thrust, and I clawed at his arms in agonizing ecstasy.
“This is just the beginning, P.” He pressed his lips against my ear and tightened his grip on my throat. “You can either accept that and come to me willingly, or I’ll come to you.” He thrust harder, “Late at night, to the rich fuck’s massive property.” Harder again, “I’ll sneak in under the cover of darkness and make you my personal little fuck toy right there on his guest bed.” I mewled and cried out when his free hand landed on my clit, slapping it and then drawing pleasurable circles around it. “What do you think your boss would have to say when he finds out you squirted all over his pristine guest house for me like a perfect little toy?”
“Fuck!” I screamed, orgasming yet again as the dirty thought of Mr. Bryce catching me in an indecent predicament again excited me. He was just so tight laced and serious, the idea of him yelling at me again made my pussy throb. How fucked in the head was I that I was thinking about my asshole of a boss with his massive sexy body and his boorish personality, while the literal man of my dreams pounded my pussy with his perfect cock? Super fucked in the head.
“Did you know he jacked off after finding you with no panties on in his closet?”
“What?” I moaned, leaning into Dane harder. “How do you know that?”
“He hid himself away and stroked his cock, fantasizing about bending you over that counter in his closet and fucking you. Just like this.”
“No.” I tried to shake my head, overwhelmed with the fantasies and ecstasy he was forcing down on me. “He’s not into me.”
Dane chuckled in my ear and pinched my clit harder before bringing his fingers up to my mouth and pushing them in. “Taste your pussy straight from my fingers, P. And tell me how any man in the world wouldn’t salivate for it after smelling your arousal in his own home?”
I locked my lips around his thick fingers, tasting my arousal. I had never been so brazen before, but it didn’t matter. Dane didn’t care, he took what he wanted, anyway. And in return, he gave me everything I could ever dream of. I licked his fingers, sucking them deep into my mouth and moaning around them as I neared yet another orgasm.
I’d never come more than once at a time during sex, and even then, I wasn’t likely to get off at all from intercourse before I met Dane. And that was exactly why I needed tonight more than anything else. I left my inhibitions in my car on the street outside of the biker bar and survived off instinct and need for the last hour.
I mean, for fuck’s sake; I was on my knees in the middle of the woods, taking a stranger’s cock as I sucked my wetness from his fingers like a fucking aphrodisiac, coming repeatedly like a madwoman.
I was free.
“That’s it, Puppet.” He growled in my ear, “I watch you, Puppet. I study you. I perfect myself for your wants and needs.”
“Dane.” I moaned, laying my head on his shoulder as his words of depraved devotion hit me far harder than they should have. He wasn’t normal, he wasn’t sane. But for once, I didn’t care.
“No one will ever make you feel like this, but me.” He pulled the ripped remains of my dress off until I wore only his black see through bra, on the dirt ground between his thighs, taking his cock, and silently begging for more of him. The second his big hand palmed my breast and started toying with my nipple, I shot off again.
“Dane!” I screamed for him. I screamed because of him. I screamed at him.
“That’s it, P.” He growled, circling my clit again and prolonging my orgasm until I couldn’t stop coming even if I wanted to. I never wanted to. He controlled me perfectly, and I gave into it. “My turn to taste ecstasy.” He pulled out of my body abruptly and stood up, releasing my body completely, and I fell forward on my hands. “Open that pretty mouth, Puppet.” Dane stood in front of me and grabbed and handful of my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him for the first time before pushing his thick cock into my mouth. “Taste us together, baby. Familiarize yourself with it, because you’re going to taste it often.”
I fucking sucked his cock like my life depended on it. I stared up at him in the darkness, but the moon shining above him cast a shadow over his face under the cover of his hood. How the man kept a hood while he fucked me like a rabid animal was beyond me. But I didn’t care. I wanted to see his face, but it wasn’t necessary anymore. Not after I felt him from the inside out.
I swallowed his cock as he pushed it forward to the back of my throat, moaning from how my pussy tasted on his skin and then dug my nails into his jean covered thighs as I twisted my tongue around him on the way off.
“You’re so perfect on your knees with my cock in your mouth, Puppet.” He loosened his hold on my hair and gentled his hand as he trailed it over my cheek as I sucked on the head only of his cock. I was sure I looked like a fucking disaster as I tried to be seductive, thanks to the mud, dirt, tears, and anything else smeared on my skin.
But it didn’t matter, his praise was the only thing I needed.
“I want your come.” Gasping, licking my way up his cock as I stared up into the darkness of his face. “I need it, Dane.”
“I already told you, P, I’m the only one who will ever give you everything you need.” He held the base of his cock tight as I deep throated it over and over again and then pulled back. I couldn’t see his face but I could feel the power in his body as he towered over me, losing control in pleasure. Pleasure I gave him.
How could I feel so powerful when he repeatedly told me I was his toy to be used?
Because it was Dane, I guessed as he tipped his head back and roared into the dark sky as the first shot of come coated my tongue. With his head tipped back, I could make out the edge of his chiseled jaw, covered with dark whiskers as he pumped my mouth full of come.
And I’d never been more attracted to another human being than I was to Dane at that moment. I swallowed him deeper, letting his come shoot down the back of my throat and stroked the part of his cock I couldn’t take, milking him dry like a good girl. I wanted to be such a good fucking girl for him.
He dropped his chin to his chest as it rose and fell in pants, staring down at me. He brushed his fingers through my hair almost tenderly as I licked his cock gently, cleaning him. I didn’t want it to end, but I knew since we were both satisfied, it was done. So I was just trying to prolong it for a few more seconds.
“Peyton.” He whispered through the darkness, hooking his thumb against my bottom lip as he backed up, pulling himself free.
“Don’t say anything.” I sank back onto my feet there in the dirt as reality started creeping back in around us.
“Why?” He cocked his head to the side as I gingerly got my feet under me and slowly rose onto my feet.
I had nothing on except for the see-through bra, and I, feeling self-conscious, began to mind that he was still fully clothed and staring at me. He turned away and reached around the back of one tree, retrieving a bag that he must have hidden there before everything.
“How did you know where we’d be?” I questioned, as he pulled out a hooded sweatshirt and pajama pants .
“I know everything.” He kneeled at my feet and gently lifted one of my feet up and into the leg of the pants, repeating the same gentle motion with the other before covering my body with the softest fabric I’d ever felt before. He didn’t look up at me though, even though I silently begged him to. “I always will.”
I dutifully lifted my arms as he slid the large hoodie over my head and covered the rest of my nudity. I stared at the fabric of his shirt and then took a step back from him. No words felt right to ruin the night with so I silently backed up another step.
“Go this way.” He stepped to the side and nodded behind him. “There’s a trail that will lead you right back.”
“Okay.” I turned and walked the way he said, and just as I broke through the trees onto the path he told me I’d find, I turned back for one last look. Because regardless of what he said, I knew it would be a onetime thing. Even if my entire body ached for more of the free feeling he gave me, I couldn’t indulge.
I had obligations and expectations back home to fulfill.
I made promises I had no choice but to keep. Even if it’d feel like I was cutting off a physical part of myself to fit into the role they wanted.