Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Gabriel
He chased after her, attempting to throw out his hands as he went to keep from hitting the barriers.
He vaguely knew how far apart they were width-wise, but where the twists and turns were, he had no idea.
He’d only taken a peek earlier while Eris rested to ensure he knew where the entrance was, and that their cabin was in perfect position like Derek said.
Not that he would ever doubt the Ranch owner, he just wanted to see it for himself.
With the shadows around them it was much harder to see her as they ran.
Gabriel knew the mask might be a bit of a burden, but he heard Eris’ sharp breaths, imagined the way her eyes would widen and wetness would pool between her legs.
This was her fantasy they were playing out, but it was quickly becoming his too.
Weaving between the trees would be easier without a bunch of Virginia Creepers covering and cushioning the barriers built between the trees.
It acted as a hidden hedge maze from what he could gather, except the Virginia Creepers turned a fiery red in autumn and he was increasingly interested in that.
Eris would look spectacular running through a path of red, and his cock twitched at the idea.
As for right now, the plant worked to make running into a wooden lattice of the fence less painful, but it still left a bit of a sting.
Eris’ panting breaths ahead of him silenced the noise in his head, and he charged forward. It didn’t matter if this was a maze or an open field; he planned to catch and thoroughly fuck her. They could come back and admire the scenery tomorrow.
His boots slid on the ground as he pivoted at the last minute, thinking he saw her spinning to the left in the shadows.
It was funny how in the dark, hidden by trees, shades of black bled to grays and he imagined he could make out things despite seeing no light.
He could just be guessing that she’d changed directions, or maybe this so-called maze was to blame.
But—no—he heard her breathing to the left. Changing course, he didn’t discover if there was a barrier there or not and shot out his right arm.
There… he could feel the ends of her hair and heard Eris’ lively scream. Deciding he’d had enough running blindly in the dark, he pounced on her, just like he’d done hours before, throwing both of them to the ground.
It was a calculated move given the various barriers around them, and the chance of driving her head into a tree was possible. However, they went down without an obstacle, Eris’ loud cries echoing in the dark.
He cushioned her head again with his hand as they fell, so he didn’t accidentally give her a concussion or a bruise.
His other hand went to work sliding down her body, caressing over her full hip before he came to the end of her shorts.
His cock throbbed with the realization she’d put on such a tiny outfit for him.
From where he’d stood in the darkness, he’d been kind of able to make it out in the light from the porch when she’d stepped out of the cabin.
More interested in tracking her movements than her clothing, the moment she’d appeared, he’d moved deeper into the trees to be ready when she’d run.
As fun as it was to stumble around in the dark, if he lost her, they would be at this game for hours before the real fun started.
And he wanted her to feel the thrill of being chased; not to ever be in real danger.
Feeling the crotch of her shorts, he found it was little more than the seam of the jean shorts themselves. It was frayed, and giving it a teasing tug as Eris whimpered, he found that the material wouldn’t hold. “Look at you, all dressed up just for me.”
He didn’t care that the plastic of the mask muffled his voice, only that his words had Eris whimpering and squirming in the dirt.
It was a little strange to look through the glowing X’s over his eyes, the color dimmed on this side of the mask.
All he knew was that he wore it because it fit her fantasy, and he planned to hang it up in the cabin when they were finished.
“Don’t tear them,” she pleaded, but it didn’t sound sincere. Her hips wiggled beneath him, seeking something he had yet to give her. “What will I wear on the walk back to the cabin, Master?”
His cock throbbed just picturing her bare and ready for him. “Nothing, little vixen.”
The fabric of her shorts tore so easily in his hand, and then he shoved aside the thong she wore to drive a finger into her pussy.
She was so wet, clenching around him, that he wasn’t sure she’d last past the first inch or two of his cock before she came.
If that happened, he was going to have endless fun sending her spiraling again and again.
Eris moaned, moving around in the dirt. He felt her shifting, like she was trying to push back and lift up to her hands and knees, and he settled more of his weight onto her.
He planned on taking her however he wished, and maybe he’d drag her up to her hands and knees after he stretched her full of him.
Repositioning, he got his cock free, leaving his weight on Eris’ legs so she couldn’t crawl away even as she whimpered. The attempt was halfhearted, and he enjoyed the way she gasped and moaned around just one finger, clenching for him.
“Open for me,” he demanded, and she tried to scoot her legs further apart. It was fun watching her struggle, giving him just enough time to shift around and press the tip of his cock to her soaking wet entrance. In one hard shove, he buried himself to the hilt.
“Gabriel!” she screamed, startling him. She rarely called out his given name, sticking to Master when they played.
It sent tingles straight down to his balls, a wave of possessiveness hitting him as he planted his hands on either side of her and began to drive into her with deep, soul shattering strokes.
“Oh god,” Eris cried, her voice broken around the moans as he fucked her. There was nothing loving about the pace as he fucked her hips into the ground, claiming her for himself and she struggled. “Oh, so deep—”
Her voice cut off as she screamed, her pussy strangling him as she shattered.
He picked up speed, shortening the depth of his strokes but not the intensity.
Balancing on one hand, his weight still holding her in place, he reached forward and gripped a messy handful of her braid, ripping her head back.
“Is this the thing you dreamed of, little vixen?” he asked, twisting her head so she had to look back. He wondered what kind of dream, or nightmare, he looked like, fucking her in the dark with only the mask to see. “Do you come because I’m fucking you, or because you fought so hard to escape me?”
Eris clenched around him again, and he could swear, she was going to come a second time. That would tip him over the edge way too quickly.
“You’re the nightmare I dreamed you would be, Master.”
Something about nightmare banged around in his head, the lust in her voice so thick he almost couldn’t hear her quiet voice over the sounds of them fucking.
He released her braid to shift back, planting his hands firmly on her hips before pulling.
“Up. On your hands and knees, pretty vixen. Break for me.”
She gasped, sliding with him as he dragged her backward. Her body followed without complaint, learning his movements as his dick throbbed inside her. The angle felt even better, and he knew he was a goner here in the next few moments. She felt too damn good to hold back much longer.
Eris gently bounced her hips, shifting around a bit. Her braid hit one of his hands, and she spoke in that same, quiet voice. “Do your worst, Master. I dare you.”
He growled, digging his fingertips into her hips before he started fucking her again.
The force of his thrusts slid them along the ground, Eris’ uninhibited cries echoing all around them as she shuddered.
He felt her pussy clenching around them again, internally wondering if she really deserved to come a third time or if he should punish her a bit.
As they edged closer, her dirty words becoming too jumbled to hear, and the mask fogging with how hard he breathed, Gabriel ripped his cock free of her. She gasped, body still rocking back into his, seeking the orgasm she was chasing.
He wasted no time, pressing the head to her ass. He was so wet from her and so damn close, the tight ring of muscle would send him over the edge soon. He grunted, pushing the mushroom head in with the same hard, rough thrusts from before.
“Gabriel!” she shrieked again, and that beautiful, broken tone was enough to send his orgasm shooting through him. He groaned, only an inch or so into her ass, and felt his orgasm hit him hard, filling her full.
She shook violently, and he moved one hand to slip two fingers inside her. Her pussy spasmed and clamped around the digits, and she was coming again.