Chapter 7 The Chase
THE CHASE
Ember
I’m running through the forest feeling so thankful I thought ahead enough to put on my good running shoes. The mask was making my skin itch, my chest heaved, and my now-damp skin, slick with sweat. No idea if it was from the run or the nerves.
At least I didn’t wear a mask that covered the entirety of my face. Even half my face being covered was sort of killing me right now.
I didn’t take into consideration that I was indeed not a fucking runner.
I did yoga and ran all over the bakery, forgetting to eat most of the day until dinner time.
I survived on my morning coffee that I sipped on and refilled way too much to be considered water intake; all the while telling myself there was water in the coffee, so it did count towards my water goal that I never hit without the coffee intake.
Fuck, I thought. I could’ve sworn I heard him behind me, but it was so damn dark out here that I couldn’t see a damn thing more than three feet in front of me.
The most subtle echo of branches snapping surrounded me, almost as if he was purposefully letting a few break to freak me out.
I willed my body into one more sprint at the very least. This couldn’t be over in mere moments, that would be embarrassing as fuck, even if it was anonymous and I had no intention of seeking this man out.
He was behind me—at least he should be. That’s what we signed up for, right? I’d run and he’d find me. Then he’d fuck me. That’s what the terms of service said. That’s the dotted line I signed on when I decided to prove something to…well, myself.
I leaned against a nearby tree, trying to catch my breath, the smell of pine infusing into my very being. The mask stays on, I kept repeating on a loop in my mind. That was the only rule.
Anonymous.
Primal.
Fun.
He could be anyone.
No kissing—my rule, not an app rule. But that was my only rule. No meant yes, yes meant harder, fuck was an encouragement. I felt flushed the more I thought about it. The excitement of it all. The pure unknown of what was to come.
No idea what he looked like, sounded like, felt like beneath my fingertips.
From what I’d seen, his back essentially, this guy looked so goddamn good.
When I’d arrived, he’d been leaning against a tree, the moonlight reflecting off an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.
He’d held up ten fingers and pulled one down as he stared across the forest at me.
I knew immediately he was counting down, and I wouldn’t still be in that clearing when he ran out of fingers, so I ran as fast and far as I could.
I should’ve been terrified. I’d agreed to meet a stranger in the woods where no one knew where I’d be and told him that no meant yes and to come and get me.
I’d waxed for this. I’d worn basic underwear because I didn’t want my normal lacy sets to get ruined in the dirt.
But I’d given this man a literal free pass.
My heart raced at the facts staring back at me of this entire situation, but I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my entire life.
Another crack of a branch had me pressing my body tight against the tall pine tree.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, fiery girl,” a dark, masculine voice called through the woods.
Fuck, he even sounded hot as hell. I tried to force my breathing to slow, to quiet down some, because to me it felt as if I had a megaphone against my mouth, breathing like I was in a horror movie.
I knew he’d be able to hear me if I started hyperventilating behind this tree, and he sounded so close.
“I wonder, is your screen name a play off the movies or your love of cream pies?” He chuckled.
“I definitely plan to find out.” I had to cover my mouth to cover my own laugh.
Was this guy serious? This was supposed to be serious, and he had me laughing along with him.
Laughing would surely give away my location, and I wasn’t in the game of losing, even when the prize was something to covet.
Not even close to what I was expecting out of this experience.
I heard another branch snap, this one sounded like it was mere steps away, and suddenly, without a great deal of thought or planning, I decided fuck it.
I ran as fast as my body would allow, jumping over stray branches and pine needles that were splayed all over the floor of the Colorado mountains.
I went to round a tree but didn’t even make it a full turn before he crashed into me, pressing the front of my body against the base of the tree, the bark digging into my hands as I tried to push myself off the trunk, and in turn, him off of me.
He felt huge pressed against me—at least a foot taller than my small five-foot-four frame. He wasn’t a bulky man, but I could tell by the feeling of him pressed against me, he was all long and toned muscle.
I growled as I shoved back against him again.
Trying to elbow him with one arm to no avail, as he grabbed my wrists and pulled both of my arms above my head, easily pinning them with one hand against the tree.
The bark biting into my bare skin had my backside arching against him, and a small whimper slipped out of my mouth.
Who the fuck was that? Me? Seriously Ember?
“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he taunted, his words hovering against my ear. I gasped as I felt his teeth graze over the exposed skin of my neck. I could feel the plastic of his mask hit my jaw, and it made this feel somehow that much more real.
He pressed his hips against me, pinning me fully back against the tree, his length pressed against my back through his jeans.
Fuck, he was big. I arched against him again, this time with a purpose, causing him to let out a soft groan.
His hand came around and reached the front of my hips, his fingers dipping below my leggings and directly into my panties.
“Wasting no time I see,” I murmured, but once his fingers grazed through my heat, my sass-filled words escaped me, immediately being replaced by a breathy moan.
“I don’t need to waste a moment when you’re already soaked like a little whore and ready to take my cock, darling,” he growled.
My thighs clenched around his hand, and he chuckled darkly.
“You like that? Being called a little whore?” he asked as he shoved two fingers into my soaked pussy.
I let out a muffled groan as he started roughly finger fucking me.
“Ugh, feel that tight cunt wrap around my fingers. So eager for everything I can give you, just like the dirty little whore that you are. I bet you’re going to beg for my cock, aren’t you. ”
He said it as a statement, not a question, and something about it pissed me off. The cocky attitude made me want to sass him, make him work harder for it.
I shoved back against him, catching him off guard.
He took a staggering step back, and I turned so my back was against the tree as I glared up at him—hoping he could see me in the dim light of the forest and beneath this mask.
“I don’t beg for shit,” I finally said. He took a step closer to me, forcing me to look up into his eyes.
I couldn’t tell what color they were in the dark like this, but I had no doubt they would be fierce as fuck right now.
He stuck the two fingers he’d just had inside of me into his mouth and slowly pulled them back out, licking the evidence of my arousal clean. “Is that so?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
I nodded, not trusting my voice with how much that entire move turned me on.
As if I wasn’t already wet enough. Who the fuck was this man, and why was everything he did so damn hot?
He took another step closer, and before I could say or do anything, his hand was wrapped around my throat, my body sandwiched between his rock-hard chest and the tree behind us.
“You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, because if you don’t?
I’ll fucking force you to do it like the good little whore that you are.
Make sense?” Something about his voice made my insides want to curl up and fucking purr.
It was dominant, gravely, and pure male.
His hand tightened around my throat until small black spots started popping up around my vision.
My hands came up to grab at him, but he released the pressure, allowing me to take a breath. “Now, on your knees.”
I glared at him through my mask, a smirk still spread across his face.
The look made me want to bite him. He was straddling the line between pissing me the fuck off and making me horny as hell.
It wasn’t a combination I was used to, and I was unsure how I felt about it as a whole.
I leisurely lowered myself to my knees and gazed up at him.
He chuckled, looking down at me, the moonlight cascading across my face. “Poison Ivy, huh?”
“Yeah, Batman. We match. Are you going to take your cock out, or do you want to braid my hair first?” I replied.
I knew what his screen name referred to after I stared at our messages for over an hour contemplating if I was truly going through with this.
‘I’m vengeance’ was a popular Batman line and he made it dirty.
Of course my plan to be Poison Ivy in a few weeks for Halloween made this a perfect opportunity to wear the mask that came with my costume.
Did I think it would impress him? No.
Did I hope it would impress him? Also no.
This was just sex. Hopefully really good sex that gave me solid material for months to come.
I glared up at the man in question as he slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before lowering the zipper—never breaking eye contact with me.
Something about a man who loved eye contact had me even more revved up than the situation as a whole.
But this truly was a game for the both of us and it made it that much sweeter.
“Mouth open like a good little whore. Now.”