19. Chapter 19 – Lincoln
Chapter 19 – Lincoln
I had no tracker on Peyton, and a part of me hated that. But it would be the last time I gave her the option to hide from me. She didn’t know how right she had been when she said I’d always find her.
Tonight I’d prove that to her.
I’d prove just how obsessed with her I was.
I could, however, track the driver and I watched as she got to the entrance to the deserted pumpkin patch where I instructed her to drop off Peyton.
Standing at the dark gate of the closed family fun park, I could just imagine how confused Peyton would be. There’d be no family fun going on tonight.
Tonight there would be only terror.
And pleasure.
Only time would tell who got what out of the deal.
I got out of my Range Rover, parked on the backside of the grounds, and took my spot as I watched the headlights from the Uber pulling back out onto the road. We were miles away from any neighbors, and the owners of the long running pumpkin patch didn’t have a lick of security to get around besides the chain on the parking lot, that I already cut free.
Which meant we had the whole place to ourselves.
Time to play.
I entered the back of the maze, walking the path I already knew by heart until I made it to my spot. I changed out of my suit and into another dark set of jeans and a zip up black hoodie. But I didn’t bother closing it up this time. I wanted Peyton to see me, to touch me.
Eventually, at least.
To begin with, I was going to torment her through the maze and make her wild with fear and panic before I even revealed myself.
I backed into the small space between stalks until I wasn’t visible on either path and waited to hear her soft footsteps as she slowly made her way through.
Her angry voice met me before her sight did. “I hate you.” She turned around in the path when she got to the intersection and looked each direction. “I fucking hate you.” She hissed. As she gripped the skirt of her sexy dress, her hands balled into fists. Her anxiety was palpable, and I smiled behind the spooky mask as I watched her.
The mask wasn’t necessary, but it went with the Halloween vibe and it ensured she wouldn’t recognize me when she faced me. Because last night I was perfectly fine fucking her from behind, but tonight I wanted her on her back when I slid deep into her body. I wanted to stare into her eyes as I claimed her, even if she couldn’t see mine.
“Dane!” Her shrill scream echoed off the corn stalks around us, “I fucking hate you! Do you hear me, you creepy piece of shit? I hate this! ”
“No, you don’t.” I replied, causing her to scream in fear. She whipped around to face me, but I had already backed up through the corn to the next path and disappeared from sight.
“Wait!” She pushed through the corn but was much slower and I was two paths away before she got through the first.
“Make it to the exit before I do.” I yelled, “You won’t like the consequences if you don’t.”
“Fuck you!” She yelled back, but I heard her turn and start running towards the south wall where the exit was. Little did she know the path was full of dead ends and U-turns, though. “You’re cheating!”
I crashed through a wall one path over from hers and she shrieked at the noise, running faster as I turned and ran in the other direction. She couldn’t decide whether to chase me down or win the game. I could almost feel her adrenaline rushing through her veins, making her indecision and critical thinking skills run into each other.
She’d never make it in time, but that was the point. She wasn’t supposed to win. She was the prize, not the victor.
I tucked myself in next to the exit as she made it closer and waited, using darkness and her distraction in my favor. It was going to feel so good to claim my prize.
I heard her footsteps as she rounded the corner, sprinting toward the opening, and saw the look of immense victory on her pretty face as she neared it.
And that was when I revealed myself. I reached out with my hand and caught her by the throat as she ran by, pulling her into the corn with her back against my chest. Predictably, she fought like a rabid cat getting carried towards a bath. Every time her nails gouged another bit of skin off my hands and arms, my dick got harder .
I took a deep breath against her hair, even though the mask was in the way, but it added to the overall vibe of the hunt. “You lose.” I growled, and she fought anew.
I dragged her backward, through different paths of the corn as she kept fighting me. She reached up behind her and slashed at my face, catching the mask and trying to rip it off, but I got her where I wanted her without her succeeding.
People could find a couple of different openings in the maze, each one had benches and hint boards to use when they were too lost to find their way out. And the bench we neared made the perfect spot to play with my little toy. I forced her to the ground with her back against the back of the bench on her knees.
“Nice mask. I would have taken you for more of a Freddy fan.” She sassed and then gasped when I tightened a leather cuff over her wrist, immobilizing her. She fought me for the fun of it, but I made quick work of the other one and then stood up to admire her.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her tits were almost completely free of the low-cut dress. I couldn’t wait to play with them either, and my mouth watered as I stared down at her. Last night I barely got to touch them, but tonight, I’d feast on them before I fucked her.
She adjusted herself on her knees, parting them and sinking lower as she stared up at me. “Well, is that why you wear a mask?” She nodded at me with her chin, “Is your face fucked up like Freddy?”
I tore my sweatshirt off and grinned under the mask when her eyes roved over my exposed chest and abs. Her lips parted as I walked away from her, showing her the expansive art on my back above my belt, and laid my sweater over the tall board with hints on it along the other side of the clearing.
“You should be more worried about what I can do with a knife.” I tilted my head to her creepily as I sauntered back to her .
Her chin rose as she tried to muster up her bravery to face danger head on. “You can’t use physical pain against me as a threat. You already said you’d never hurt me.”
I pulled my favorite knife from my pocket and flicked it open as I neared her. Standing right over her and her eyes widened as she watched me spin the knife around between my fingers like a magician. “I don’t have to use physical pain to hurt you.” I stopped swirling the knife around and lowered it so the point of the blade landed on her cheek. “Sometimes the fear is enough to mimic the pain.”
I gently slid the tip down her cheek, light enough not to break skin, but hard enough to threaten it with the slightest movement.
“So you’re a sadist, with a conscience?” She whispered, moving just her lower jaw until my blade reached her plump lips.
“I have no conscience, Puppet.” Lowering the blade, running it down the column of her throat to her collarbone. “I’ve killed four different people with this knife alone.”
She shuddered, and the knife nicked her skin enough to draw blood, and I palmed my cock as she hissed. “You—” Her tongue shot out to wet her lips as real fear finally filled her eyes while she stared up at me.
“Did you think the psychopath bit was a facade?” I asked as I sank to my knees in front of her. “Did you think I was actually harmless because I vowed to not to hurt you ?”
“Dane—” She swallowed, and I slid my hand through her long-tangled hair, “I told you last night that I don’t want you to hurt me. And you agreed.”
I gripped a large fistful and tilted her head all the way back until she stared up at the star filled dark sky. Lifting the bottom of the mask up to reveal my mouth, I was confident she couldn’t see me as I lowered my face to her neck. I licked a trail over the nick I left in her skin, tasting the blood and sucking it into my mouth. Her entire body vibrated, as I changed to kissing, moving up her neck to her ear.
“That was before you spent all night flirting with another man.” I bit her neck hard, and she gasped, flinching away from the pain. “Coming, for another man.” I pulled back, lowering my mask again as I dragged my knife down lower over the large swell of her tits. “Fantasizing about another man.”
“No!” She hissed when I trailed it down over the front of her dress to the hard peak of one nipple. I traced slow, small circles over the puckered flesh as she tried desperately to stay as still as possible by panting small puffs of air. “You wanted me to be wet. You made me come!”
“While you moaned for him and let him feed you.” Indulging in her expectations, I snapped and played the angry role she expected. “I told you that you were mine!”
“That’s not true!” She cried out with wild eyes as I dipped the tip of the knife into the fabric hard enough to pierce it and then slashed it quickly, ripping it open up to the neckline, exposing one delicious tit. “You wanted me to think he was interested in me!” She yelled, growing more frantic with each second. “You made up that lie about him jacking off to me and then put all the what if’s in my head. And then he was almost—” She gritted her teeth when I moved to her other nipple, toying with it over the fabric. “Nice to me.” She cursed between her clenched teeth. “Stupid me for letting both of you in my head, right? How could the man be interested in ugly, frumpy, fat me!”
I pierced the knife in and ripped open the other side of her dress, and pulled her head back painfully as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her scream echoed through the trees as I sucked it hard and then bit it hard enough to leave a mark .
I fought the urge to spank her ass until she couldn’t sit for a week for talking so negatively about herself. But I had to keep my cover in place, so I showed her with my actions just how untrue those words were.
Her lack of confidence was one reason I orchestrated the entire split personality thing in the first place. She needed to believe in my attraction to her before she learned who I was in real life.
Nodding my head sharply to fix my mask again, I then let go of her hair to wrap my hand around her neck, holding her still as I cupped her pussy under the short skirt of her dress. “I made nothing up.” I rubbed my fingers over the soaked surface of her pussy, toying with her. “He jacked off, and he came so fucking hard thinking about you.”
Moaning, “You’re lying.” She couldn’t move forward without dislocating her shoulders thanks to her hands being tied by her head, but it didn’t stop her from rocking on my palm. “He hates me. He’s always so cold. But it doesn’t matter!” She shook her head as best as she could with my hand tight around her throat. “I don’t want him. I want this. I want you.”
Grinning, I pushed two fingers into her, using my palm to rub her clit, and she melted into my touch, sagging against my hold. “Why do you want this? Besides the thrill of the taboo, what do you get from it?”
She moaned, “I’ve already told you; I’ve dreamed of it and I wanted to know if it was meant for me.”
“Did you dream of your monster last night?” I thrust into her and curled my fingers forward to rub her G-spot. She purred like a kitten each time I rubbed that extra sensitive spot and soaked my hand even more. “Did you dream of the fictional hunter, Puppet?”
“No.” She closed her eyes and shook her head, “No, I didn’t.”
“Who did you dream of? ”
“No one.” She whispered frantically, “I slept like the fucking dead and woke up to you watching me. The moment I fell asleep, I was thinking about what we did. And then when I woke up, you were right there.” She gasped and tightened on my fingers. “You’re always right there. In my head, in my life.”
“That’s right, Puppet.” I growled, rocking my hand faster as she neared her peak of ecstasy. “I’m always going to be right here. You can’t escape me.”
“Yes.” She moaned, “I need you.”
“Good girl.” I praised, keeping her head tilted up with my hand around her throat. Biting her nipple again, then sucked on it as she shot off like a bolt of lightning crackling across the summer sky. “Fucking hell, Puppet.” I growled when her orgasm coated my hand and her scream echoed in my ears. “Squirt for me, baby, show me just how much you love my touch.”
“Yes!” She soaked the dirt between her knees and then sagged forward in exhaustion.
But I was far from done with her. I stood up and undid my belt as she lazily looked up at me, reeling from her orgasm. As soon as she saw me unbutton my pants, she licked her lips and sat up straighter. “Good girl.” I praised and pulled my cock out, already rock hard and desperate for release. “Stick your tongue out for me, Puppet.”
She leaned as far forward as possible and seductively did as I said, leaving her tongue flat and ready for my cock. I took my burner phone from my pocket and pulled the camera app up, blinding her momentarily with the flash as I started taking a video. “Smile for the camera baby, we’re going to make another home video.”
She purred like a fucking satisfied cat as I slapped her tongue with the head of my cock. She chased it with her tongue, twirling it around and then sucking on the head like my own little sex vixen. Her plump lips formed the perfect seal on me as she started rocking forward, swallowing me down. God, she was so sexy and perfect for me.
“That’s it, Puppet. Take my cock all the way down, just like last time.” I thrust in deeper, making her gag before she pushed forward, taking more of me with my next thrust. Her throat was so tight as I felt her lips against the base of my cock. She stared right at my camera while she sucked me down, the bright flash highlighted the shiny tears in her bright green eyes.
I cut the video, pulling out of her mouth and releasing one wrist from her cuffs. “All done already?” She sassed, licking her lips and biting the bottom one.
“Only because when I come tonight, it’s going to be deep inside of your pussy.” I challenged, bending down and lifting her in my arms as she squealed, grabbing my shoulders for stability. I positioned her on her back behind the bench and secured the cuffs around one of its legs, simultaneously hooking her other wrist back into it. Then I forcefully pulled her down, tightly pinning her arms above her head. “And you’re going to beg me to fill you up, Peyton.”
She moaned, stretching like a satisfied cat, and then spread her legs, bringing her knees up invitingly. I started the video again, and she shimmied, letting her big breasts shake enticingly for me. “Fill me up, Dane.” From my view, I could see the wetness of her arousal glistening from the bright light. “You do it better than anyone else ever has.”
I growled, and I lowered myself to my knees, pushing her knees back to her chest to open her up for me. “That’s because you were made for me, Puppet.” I slapped the head of my cock against her clit and she rocked against it. “Your pussy was never supposed to take any other cock but mine.”
“Fuck me, please.” She pulled on her restraints as she started getting desperate. “I need you. You’ve made me wait all fucking day. ”
I chuckled behind my mask and lined up, pushing deep in one punishing thrust and focused on her face as I forced her body to take me. Her perfect eyebrows pinched in the center as a deep, breathy groan slipped through her parted lips. “Like that?”
“Just like that.” She opened her eyes and widened her thighs as I leaned forward, fucking her. “Just like that, baby.”
Something about hearing her call me baby made my balls tingle and my need to fuck her hard even stronger. She was playing with fire, because the more she begged for it, the more likely I was to lose restraint and give her everything she ever dreamed of.
I pulled back up so my camera had a clear view of her body as I started rubbing her clit with my thumb, slowly circling it and adding more pressure with each thrust. “Tell me something, Puppet?” I mused dramatically as I pushed her near orgasm. “Who do you think would be more irate if they watched this video of you taking my cock? Your boss, or your boyfriend?”
“Oh god.” She moaned, arching her back and pushing harder against my cock. “Stop talking.”
I chuckled and then leaned over her supple body to lean the phone against the same post her cuffs were tied to, flipping the camera around so I could see us in it. “Roll over and put your fucking ass in the air.”
I sat back on my heels and stroked my cock, rubbing her wetness in as she scrambled up on her knees with her hands still bound to the bench. She hesitated when she saw the camera recording her, so I helped persuade her to do what I said with a firm hand on the back of her neck and a hard slap to her ass, pushing her down onto her forearms. “Dane.” She moaned, looking directly into the camera as I pushed her knees apart and penetrated her again. It was fucking hot watching her eyes roll in the video firsthand as I bottomed out back in my favorite place on earth .
“Answer my question, P.” I thrust hard, making her lush tits sway beneath her as she arched her back and took me like a good girl. My fucking good girl. “Who do you think would be more mad if they saw this?”
“Dane, please.” She moaned, unwilling to fall down that rabbit hole, but I needed her to imagine it. Because it was going to happen.
“They’d both jack off to it, no doubt.” I mused, tilting my head to the side creepily from behind her as I fucked her. “But I think one of them would be more mad than the other, don’t you?”
“No.” She gasped, “And shut the hell up or get off me.”
I grinned behind my mask as I laid over her back, pushing two fingers into her mouth and fish-hooking her behind the teeth as I slammed harder. With a forceful thrust, I made her moan around my fingers and confidently stated, “I bet your jackass boss would be more mad than your boyfriend if he knew you came all night long for me while you were with him.” As I fucked her, she sucked my wet fingers, and I taunted, “I bet he’d be pissed knowing your sweet pussy got the leather seat in his sleek car all wet, but it wasn’t for him.” Reaching beneath her, I pinched one of her nipples, making her squeal and buck against her bindings. “I bet he’d wrap his hand around his cock again and jack off too, though, letting the soundtrack of your moans milk his cock for him.”
“Dane!” She mumbled around my fingers and I let her mouth go. “Fuck!” She screamed when I pushed both of my wet fingers deep into her ass, stretching her open.
“Pick one to send it to.”
“No!” She gasped, leaning up as far as she could to relieve the pressure I had on her neck.
“Fine, then I’ll pick.” I shrugged, nonchalant.
“Wait!” She screamed and tightened down on my fingers as I thrust them in time with my cock. “I’ll pick.”
“Good girl.” I slowed my thrusts and rolled my hips, pleasuring her, pushing her closer to losing her mind. “So, who’s going to watch you come on my cock?”
“Tyson.” She closed her eyes and then screwed them up tight. “Send it to Ty.”
I chuckled and slammed in deep, scissoring my fingers. It was exactly what she needed to crest her orgasm, and she screamed as she came. It was my cock she was coming on, but I knew the idea of her fuck wad boyfriend seeing her getting fucked by a real man pushed her over the edge. “Good choice.” I kept the same punishing pace until she collapsed with her forehead in the dirt as I let go of her neck. Pulling the phone from its resting spot, I flipped the camera around and showed her tight, wet pussy with the evidence of her orgasm coating my thick cock. I twisted my fingers around inside of her ass, making her mewl and moan as I started pumping her full of my come. “That’s it baby girl, milk my cock like only my perfect little Puppet can. Good girl.” I slowed my thrusts, until just the head was inside coating her with come and then pulled out, letting her used pussy gape for a moment in the absence of my fat cock.
“Oh, my god.” She gasped.
“Show little Ty where a real man comes.” I demanded, lowering the camera until her wet pussy was the only thing in view. “Push my come out for him to see who you really belong to.”
“Jesus.” She complained but did exactly like I said, and then the milky opaque evidence of my orgasm dripped out of her.
I turned the phone around, showing my ridiculous mask and sweaty body mocking him further. “Don’t worry, Ty, I’ll keep your girl nice and satisfied from now on. She doesn’t miss you at all. ”
I cut the video off and pocketed the phone, putting my cock away even though all I wanted to do was slide back into her heaven.
“I hate you.” She stated from where she still hung her head.
I grinned and pulled my fingers out of her ass and then spanked her before she fell to her stomach in the dirt. “You keep saying that, but I haven’t believed you one time.”
She didn’t reply as I let her wrists free. She brushed my hands off and got to her feet on shaky legs, leaning on the bench for support. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Anxiety bloomed in my gut like a sour feeling as I regarded her, but she wouldn’t look at me. She just crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nudity from me. Dirt covered her pretty pink dress, and her wrists were red from the cuffs. “Why?”
She sniffed and swallowed, “Because it isn’t what I thought it would be.”
“How?” I took a step forward, but she backed up, finally looking up at my masked face. “How is it different from your dreams?”
“In my dreams he—” She hiccupped and clenched her teeth as her emotions rose, “He worshiped me.”
I couldn’t make sense of her words and what changed from this morning when she was playing with herself on camera for me without reservation. “I worship—”
She cut me off with anger burning in her eyes, “You play with me! You treat me like a toy. You use me for you own sick, tormented pleasure!”
“That’s what you wanted!” I snapped back as she started slipping through my fingers right in front of me.
She shook her head slowly, “Maybe I don’t know what I want then. Maybe I got it all wrong. ”
I scoffed as she spoke every fear of mine into existence. “I can’t believe this.” I walked away to where I tossed my sweatshirt and then held it out to her. “Put this on.”
She silently accepted my shirt and covered her body with it, zipping it up and sinking into it like a security blanket. I fisted my hands to keep from ripping my mask off all together and showing her exactly who I was. If I did that, now, she’d run. And she’d never forgive me for deceiving her. I hadn’t had enough time to show her everything she needed first.
I pulled my phone out and smashed the buttons, summoning the car that waited for her around the corner. Then I picked up the burner phone I used tonight and every night since I first messaged her. “Take this. Look at what’s on it and try to tell yourself that you weren’t worshiped by me when you’re done.” I pushed it toward her, forcing it into her hand when she hesitated. “Do with that information what you want.”
Her eyes widened as I gave her exactly what she thought she wanted.
An out.
“Dane.” She whispered, gripping the phone in her hand as she stared at me, confused.
“Your car is in the parking lot.” I nodded to the opening in the maze near us. “Go home, Peyton. Go back to the mundane, and the boring, and the safe. Go back to a man who doesn’t treasure you and doesn’t even stay faithful to you. He’s the only one that treats you like a toy.” I got the cuffs off the bench to busy my hands as they shook. “That was always what you were going to end up going back to at the end of your contract at Hartington, we both know that.”
“I didn’t—” She stammered, taking a step toward me as my words and her feelings jumbled in her mind .
“Go, Peyton.” I roared, pointing to the exit. “Go home!”
I walked away from her because I couldn’t keep my hands or my mind still with all the feelings shaking around in my head. I fucked up; I fucked everything up with her. Somehow, I’d never been more wrong than I was currently, and I didn’t understand how I got it so mistaken.
My boots crunched over the dry ground as I walked to my car, hidden in the back parking lot, taking me away from the only thing I’d ever wanted before.
I replayed every conversation we had. Replaying every bit of research I’d done into her world and into her mind before I even made my first move.
How did I get it so fucking wrong?
How did I fuck it up so royally?
I slammed my car door and ripped my mask off, throwing it on the floorboard before punching my steering wheel and screaming into the solitude.
As I gasped for breath and sat back against the seat, forcing myself to calm down, I realized that solitude had finally failed me. For years, it had been the only thing I longed for.
And then Peyton appeared on my desk in a stack of resumes and I thought, for just one second, that maybe I could keep my insanity in check long enough to let someone else in.
Pulling my actual phone from my pocket, I dialed a number I hadn’t called in years. One I kept programed only for emergencies like this one.
Maddox answered on the second ring.
“Linc.”
The familiar creepiness to his voice triggered a visceral reaction in my body. It felt like broken bones and torn ligaments righted themselves inside of my body, healing the damage and setting right for the first time in so long.
“I need a job.”
“No.”
“Mad.”
“No. Whatever happened, whatever made you call me, it’s not worth it.”
“It is.” I demanded, hating how fucking faithful he was, even after all these years.
“Linc, you walked away because of what it cost you. Who it was making you into. You made me promise never to let you back in.”
“You either let me in, or I’m walking into the first dive bar I find and putting skulls on spears in the middle of the street.”
He groaned, feeling my sincerity through the phone. Decades worth of history spoke to my level of unhinged. “So I’m talking to Dane then.”
“I need to lose myself in something, Maddox. Either help me or read about it in the news tomorrow, I don’t fucking care.”
“Fucking hell,” He sighed. “Fine. I’ll send you a file.”
I hung the phone up and watched headlights pull back down the road, taking Peyton away from me.
Good. It was better that way, because once I crossed the line I was about to, I’d no longer be worthy of her. I’d no longer be redeemable.