Chapter 2 #3
I turn to face him and his height is intimidating.
The way he stares down at me, sends a shiver up my spine, but makes the heat pool in my core.
His gaze looks as if he is trying to learn all of my deep, dark secrets.
Men like him want to count the skeletons in my closet and if he keeps charming me with his darkness, I might just have to help drag them all to the light.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Tate,” I say with a sweet smile. Tate’s eyes flash something like happiness before his frightened indifference slips back into place.
Amanda loops her arm with mine and pulls me away from Tate and Robert. We move over to another group and get some water. Everyone looks on edge and all of the guys around look like they are waiting.
“Do we get any kind of head start or what?” I ask Amanda.
“Robert wouldn’t tell me,” she says. “In the past, the girls got five minutes. I’m just going to go with the assumption that they’ll come after us immediately.”
“I don’t know if Tate scares me or turns me on,” I laugh. “Do you have any idea who might be after you?”
“Noah,” she smiles. “He told me last night.”
“Ladies,” Robert calls out. We all spin around to face him, and he smiles brightly as he looks around at all of us. The guys are lined up behind him. My eyes meet Tate’s, he winks at me making a blush creep up my neck and envelop my cheeks.
“Girl,” Amanda whispers. “He is laser-focused on you. I hope you can run.”
“You get a thirty-second head start,” Robert says with a sinister smile before bringing the whistle to his mouth.
“Run.” A second before he blows the whistle, Amanda grabs my hand and pulls me back before we both turn on our heels and sprint to the wood line.
We are ahead of the others by a few yards.
Amanda and I run hand in hand for upwards of five minutes before we duck down behind a bush to rest. “This is nerve-racking,” I say quietly as I pull my phone out.
I open the group chat to see one guy has already sent a selfie of him with a girl slung over his shoulder. “It’s hardly started and she’s already been caught,” I say.
“She probably wanted it,” Amanda laughs. My phone buzzes and a text pops up at the top of my screen.
Unknown: I can’t wait to hear you sing, little bird.
I turn the phone to show Amanda and she giggles. “You have fun with that. He’s nice but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t scare me,” she says.
“I think it’s just his face,” I laugh. “The man has a resting bitch face.” My phone goes off again and the words make me jump up and look around.
Tate: Such naughty words for a little church mouse. How will you repent to me?
“He’s here,” I say. Amanda stands up and looks at my phone.
“Oh shit,” she laughs. “We should go.” I nod and we continue on our way. Instead of running, we walk. I’m hoping to be able to hear him before he shows himself.
Occasionally, I hear the crunching of early falling leaves or a twig snapping. I glance behind me, and I expect to see Tate, but I see Noah. “You should run,” I laugh and shove Amanda ahead of me.
Noah lunges forward and nearly catches her but she squeals and takes off running into the woods. I can’t help but laugh. I resume walking. I don’t stop for more than a few minutes at a time.
I’m realizing he is waiting me out. He could have very easily caught me by now if he wanted to. He’s kept pace with me the entire time even though I don’t see him. He knows eventually I will get tired enough and stop for longer than a minute or two.
I pull my phone out and see that it’s eleven.
I’ve been walking for three hours now. I’m curious how long it will take him to approach me.
I get within thirty feet of what they consider the safe zone for getting water.
I’m going to let him approach me, but then hopefully get to the safe zone before he actually gets me.
I stop to rest with a tree behind me and the safe zone just through a break in the woods.
I feel safe until suddenly I’m not. I don’t even get a chance to move away from the tree when I sense movement behind me before a hand wraps around my throat and keeps me pinned against the tree.
Tate pushes his fingers past my teeth to pry my jaw open so he can put what seems like a belt in my mouth.
I try to move away, but I quickly realize this man has me gagged and tied to the tree.
My breathing is rapid and my heart is pounding against my ribs. It takes him a second to actually walk around the tree. He watches me for a moment before he kisses my cheek before pulling my shorts and underwear down.
It’s a really good thing that I am entirely consenting because I could not say my safe word. Somehow, I think that’s likely the reason he has me gagged. He doesn’t have to stop if he doesn’t hear me say it.
Tate leans down and scoops my legs up so that they are together and on his shoulder as I am folded in half against the pine tree. My hands tightly grip his forearms.
He reaches between my thighs and dips his fingers inside of me before smiling when he finds that I’m dripping wet at the idea of what he’s about to do to me.
Tate wastes no time pulling himself out of his jeans.
How he has me angled; I have no idea what I’m in for until he slowly pushes the head of his cock into my pussy.
I know something is different and I’m guessing he is pierced.
He stretches me as he slowly pushes in, and he is unimaginably large.
He is so much bigger than Oscar, so twinges of pain fill my belly when he pushes against my cervix.
On his next stroke, he slams into me with every bit of strength that he has.
It feels so damn good, but it doesn’t stop the pain from shooting through my body and forcing a scream out of me.
His pace is quickened as he brutalizes my pussy and tears running down my cheeks only fuel his thrusts.
Despite the pain that it causes, it’s bringing an equal amount of pleasure that I’ve never felt before.
Like a constant orgasmic feeling in my body is so tense it makes my muscles shake.
When the final waves of my orgasm pass, he carefully drops my legs back to the ground so I can stand. I am unsteady when he leans in and unhooks the belt. “Run faster next time, Little Bird,” he whispers in my ear.
I quickly pull my shorts and underwear up but when I turn to say something, he’s gone.
I turn in circles to see what direction he went, but it’s like he vanished.
I make sure my phone is in my pocket before I run over to the safe zone so I can take a few minutes to catch my breath and get some water.
I pull my phone out to text Amanda to see if she was caught or if I can meet back up with her.
Me: Get caught?
Amanda: Yes, but all he did was throat fuck me before I got away from him.
Me: Where are you? I just got tied to a tree and railed, but then he untied me and disappeared.
Amanda: That sounds fun lol
Me: I would definitely classify that as fun! I’m at the water zone on the far east side of the map.
Amanda: Well, I’m exhausted. I’m going to let him catch me. Have fun with Tate!
Me: Have fun getting caught lol.
I put my phone away and step out of the safe zone so I can continue on my walk. I don’t know how I’ve not come across anyone else. There hasn’t been much going on in the chat, so I know that there are still people out here. They might be on the other side of the map though.
I walk for about an hour before I’m exhausted again.
I’ve heard him behind me for the last ten minutes because I’ve been walking slower.
I know the moment I stop he’s gonna get me again, but as long as I can be off my feet while he does whatever he’s going to do to me, I’ll be his happy little bird.
“I know you’re there,” I say as I sit down and lean against a tree.
“Not really sure why I am walking at this point since you’ve kept pace with me the entire evening.
It would just be easier if I just laid down and gave myself to you.
” I giggle, imagining how crazy I must sound if he actually is not nearby.
“You like the chase though. You can’t help but run for me,” Tate says. I have my eyes closed, but I sense that he’s in front of me.
“Well, I ran and you caught me. I ran again and you followed me. This time I’m just going to sit so you can take me,” I mumble.
“Open up, little bird,” he says as he grabs me and pulls me up to my knees. I sit back on my heels and look up at him. He has one hand on my chin, cupping me gently. His other hand is gripping the base of his massive cock. It suddenly makes sense how he was able to cause so much pain and pleasure.
“Dear God,” I say with wide eyes.
“That’s right, little bird. Open up and pray to me,” he says as he grips the back of my neck, pushing the head of his cock against my lips.
I open my mouth and extend my tongue a little.
Tate grabs the sides of my face and immediately forces the entire length of his cock down my throat.
I gag hard around him as I put my hands on his thighs to push him away.
He quickly snatches my wrists and brings them behind my head as he starts to fuck my throat.
I focus on breathing through my nose as he brutalizes the back of my throat this time.
It is almost addicting how he uses my body but somehow I still like it.
When Oscar uses my body, I hate it. It made me uncomfortable and I felt dirty afterward.
No amount of soap can get that feeling of his hands off of me but Tate makes it so easy to forget about the awful things Oscar has done to me.
Everyone thinks that I don’t have sex because I’m holding out for marriage but the reality is, I can’t get myself in the mindset without thinking about Oscar.
No part of this reminds me of him and I know exactly who the man is that has his cock down my throat.
The differences are vast between the two men.