Epilogue #2
“Run, or I might change my mind and take you right here.”
It’s when I realize I just stand there, gaping at her like an idiot.
So, I run.
Not really fast.
Because too much of me wants her to catch me.
I follow down a path and then decide it might be the better idea to go off track. So I turn right, away from the lake and into the forest. I hate that I have no clue where I am or where I'm running to.
I trot towards a spot with some more trees.
“I can hear you pant, pet,” she shouts somewhere behind me, and I dart further away up a hill with some bushes and hedges where I hide.
I hear footsteps rustling through the fallen leaves from last year.
“Mhhhhm,” she rumbles through the mask as I crouch behind one of the bushes. How the hell did she find me so fast?
“I can smell you, pet,” she says that moment, and then she is right behind me.
I scream and jump up, lunging away through the bush; one of its branches scratches my arm.
And then I lose my balance and roll down the hill I just climbed.
I scatter onto all fours after reaching the bottom; she’s not even running but walking after me, gun in her hand.
I really want to run, but it’s just too hot. She is an actor through and through, a very, very good one.
She stands above me.
Steps between my legs.
Gun pointing at me.
“Such easy prey,” she says, growling darkly.
I bite my lips so I don’t giggle as she causes me to fold right in front of her, I turn around onto my belly and hide my face.
She bends down and grasps my ankle, pulling me through the forest.
I try to stop her and grasp onto whatever I find: soil, some leaves, roots.
The last root I grip holds enough to stop her.
“Let go,” she says. I shake my head.
Suddenly, she is so close, kneeling over me, her lips at my ear.
“Let go, or I’ll shoot it off.”
I don’t let go.
Instead, I rip my head back with full force to hit her head. A satisfying thud.
She grasps her nose and groans in pain.
My chance.
I get up and run.
I am not getting far because she actually tackles me down.
I land in the soil between leaves and fallen branches as I try to get her off me, but holy shit, she’s fucking strong and fast.
She pulls one of my arms onto my back, handcuffs closing around it, and then she grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the next nearby tree, one of the slimmer ones.
“Sit,” she says, throwing me against it. She pulls my arms around it, grasps my other and fixes my wrist above my head
I am hereby fixed to a tree, impossible to run, and I wouldn’t be anywhere but here. We’re both panting, she more than I am, causing her to rip off the mask.
She pulls off my shoes and pants, pushes up my hoodie.
Whack.
She hits me full in the face, so hard it falls to the side.
I gasp out because damn, that was one hell of a punch.
I spit onto her feet when I come back up.
A malicious smirk appears on her face.
“I hoped you’d do that,” she says, dropping down to her knees as she sits over my legs with her hand wandering around my throat as she chokes me. Her face is so close to mine.
“Open your mouth,” she says so dangerously that I am actually scared while she stares me down.
I, of course, don’t do what she says, while I am turned on beyond everything I have ever felt.
Her fingers close harder around my throat, with her nails digging into my skin. And then there is a gun pressing into my temple.
“Open you filthy mouth, pet,” she says warningly, and I do it.
She spits into my mouth. Fuck me, this is so fucking hot. The glee on her face is as arrogant as it can get, and right now it turns me on beyond.
“Suck,” she says and holds the gun in front of my face.
I gape at her.
“You’re joking,” I say.
“Do you see me laughing?” she says without breaking her role. “Suck or I’ll make you.”
The magic words. The magic words that trigger my inner brat in a way beyond normal understanding.
I lean forward as much as my fixed arms allow me.
“Make me,” I say derogatorily.
She lets go of my throat and grasps my jaw with her thumb and pointer digging painfully between the jaw joints on each side. A pain beyond shoots through my jaw, and I open it.
“Arghm,” I gasp out, but she isn’t letting go. Instead, she pushes the gun, nozzle first, into my mouth until it reaches my throat and I have to gag.
“Suck,” she says, pushing the gun in and out. I close my lips around it.
The power play that is happening right now is insane, and I freaking love it.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back as she mouth fucks me with a gun.
I just let her.
And then she stops.
The gun falls audibly onto the ground, and her lips meet mine in a wild kiss with tongue. She is apparently as turned as I am.
She gets up while continuing to kiss me.
Until she stops.
She removes her belt and all her clothes. I just watch her strip. She has this one-in-a-million body, with her perfect round breasts and an ass I want to dig my face in.
She sits down, leaning onto her hands, and slides sideways between my legs, until—
“Fuck,” I say as her heated pussy rubs into mine. She rolls her hips into me, and I just can’t keep myself together anymore.
My hips start rolling with her movement.
She is dripping wet—and the way she looks at me while doing it.
“You will not come until I come,” she says. “Otherwise I’ll fist you until you faint from coming too many times.”
I cannot not come, but I have to. I am so close—
My core is already pulsating, every rub of her pussy against mine, every moan of hers—
“I can’t,” I say as the wave of the orgasm is close to overcoming me.
Slap.
She slapped me so hard in the face that I would have crashed onto the ground if not fixed to the tree.
And then there is excruciating pain in my nipple as she squeezes and turns it.
“Arghhh!” I shout and throw my head back.
“Don’t you dare come, or that will be what I will do to you all night.”
But then there is a feeling of her rolling movement against my pussy again. It’s even more intense with my eyes closed.
“You will do as I say. Just listen to my voice. You are mine, my pet, doing what I tell you to do. And right now, you will control yourself.”
My mind shuts off as I just feel.
It’s suddenly so easy to follow her orders.
Don’t come.
Control yourself.
Be hers.
I just let her use me, because the state I am in lets me.
Her moans intensify far away.
A pulsating sensation against my pussy, and I could come right now. But I don’t want to. I never want to leave this state.
“Lie down,” she suddenly says and pulls me onto the ground by the feet, my hands sliding down around the tree.
She sits on my face.
Her heated wet clit on my face, while my hands are fixed.
“Lick,” she says and then starts riding my face.
It might be her scent, might be the mere powerlessness I am in, but my core burns; it burns in ways I can’t describe. And then her hand slaps my clit. Hard.
It takes one—two—three—slaps and suddenly a wave of release rolls through me.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, pet,” she says, and then there’s something pushing into my pussy. I can’t even see at this point. My skin, my face, my finger, everything is tingling.
There might be a world existing around me, but I’m not aware of it anymore, so I just let her use me, and it’s the most freeing feeling I've ever had, because I trust her with my life and everything else I have.
Her.
Audrey
Playlist: 03’ Bonnie no more filming, ever.”
“Oookay,” she says. “I thought that was already settled.”
I just grin and let her in the belief that’s all.
“Let’s get home,” I say as I sit down in the Hellcat in the passenger seat.
We don’t talk much on our way back to the garage; she eyes me here and there, but I just pretend I’m not seeing it.
When we turn into the driveway of the garage on Reed Street, the family is already waiting for us; they've set up a barbecue, and the big table is filled with beer and food in the middle of the yard.
There is hugging, and I just watch Cass's eyes light up as she’s back here, knowing I made the right decision.
“Listen, you won’t believe how crazy things are there,” says Cass as she tells Nikki.
“You have to go, especially you. I got the number of a girl, Sora; she’s a free climber, too.
She took us places—” Cass says and takes her phone to show Nikki when we snuck into the Tokyo Tower with Sora and climbed it.
“Oh, we heard,” says Nikki. “We were wondering if they even let you out.”
“Yeah,” I say, joining the conversation, “But we’re not allowed in for the next five years.”
We laugh together.
I wander with my hands over Cass's back; she leans into me. Her scent. Her touch. And I know I belong here.
A smile steals onto my face.
Because I found a family in the one place I’d never believed I would.
We eat.
Laugh.
Drink beer.
Share stories until it’s late night and Cass and I lie on the empty table alone, looking at the stars with our heads next to each other.
I roll to my side and prop my head on my hand.
“What?” she asks.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you, too,” she says and turns to me, pulling me close and kissing me.
And then she starts grinning against my lips.
“What?” I ask now.