Chapter 25
Ican’t believe my brilliant idea led us right to a cop.
What shitty luck, but we weren’t doing anything illegal or wrong—at least, I don’t think making your captor chase you through the night into a park to hunt you down and confess how much he doesn’t want to let you go is illegal—so I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Even if this isn’t one of my more thought-out plans, it’s turned into a great one. Just like stalking him way back when we first met. Tonight, I was hoping that Zane would catch me, shove my face into the dirt and fuck me primal style, but I guess we’ll have to save that for another time.
Zane looks like he’s seen a ghost. He’s staring at me with a slack jaw, which works in my favor because I’m ready to seize the moment.
“We’re fine, Officer, thank you! My boyfriend was just proving that he is, in fact, much faster than me. I thought maybe my shoes were holding me back and being barefoot would help me, but I guess I just need to accept that he’s faster.”
“Is that right?” the dark-haired mustached man asks, eyeing me suspiciously.
“We just couldn’t go to sleep until we raced. Even got a head start and everything while he was taking our dog out, but it didn’t matter. He caught up.” I shift my attention back to Zane as I add, “Just like I knew he would.”
“You gave it your best shot,” Zane finally adds, playing along after he remembers how to close his mouth.
“Well, alright, maybe next time try this in the daylight. Technically this park’s closed at dark.”
“I don’t think we need a next time, but got it, Officer. Thanks for your help!” I say as cheerfully as I can, hoping he’ll leave us alone.
“Why don’t you head home now?” he pushes.
“Sure thing. Come on, babe,” I agree, turning back to Zane.
“Climb on my back. Your feet have to be killing you. I can’t believe you didn’t stop to put your shoes on.”
I don’t even know where my shoes are. The basement, probably, but I’ll happily ride on his back and let him carry me home. My half-baked plans always work out so well for me. I’m a genius.
As soon as I climb on, Zane leads us away from the police officer, who turns and seems to head back to his car after he’s satisfied with us leaving the park.
The second we make a left turn off the main path, Zane’s dropping me.
“Noooo. I was really enjoying—”
I don’t even get the rest of my sentence out before Zane steals the air from my lungs as he shoves my back into a tree and slams his lips on mine. There’s no warning, just the rough press of his body pinning me against the bark, exactly where I want to be.
I gasp, and he takes full advantage of it. His tongue slides against mine, and I stop thinking entirely because Zane is kissing me!
I escaped, and he’s kissing me!
I’ve imagined this moment more times than I’d ever admit… unless he asked. Actually, I might just tell him anyway because this is fucking incredible.
Zane’s tongue moves against mine as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide from my chest up to my chin, tilting my mouth up toward his. His lips are urgent, almost as if he expects someone to rip us apart from each other, for this to be our one and only kiss.
If I have anything to say about it, this is just the first of many. But as far as first kisses go, Zane shoving me against a tree to claim my mouth with his after chasing me through the woods is absolutely perfect, so I continue to kiss him back with everything I have.
I lose myself in how amazing this is. Zane’s kiss feels like so much more than him using me because of our situation. His tongue tangled with mine feels like he’s putting an entirely new claim on me, like he might finally be ready to admit he actually wants to be with me for real.
Could I actually be so lucky?
Eventually, he pulls his lips away from mine, and I want to protest, but then he’s scooping me up into his arms so my legs can wrap around his waist, tugging him closer, and our mouths crash together again.
My dick is rock hard against his stomach from this moment mixed with the thrill of the chase and almost getting caught.
When he finally breaks the kiss, both of us are left panting, and he stares into my eyes, gaze flickering between them and my mouth like he’s searching for something.
“Why’d you do that, Mason? Why’d you run?” he asks, his voice breaking on the words. It’s a plea, and I realize for the first time just how much my fun and games must’ve hurt him since I obviously didn’t include him in my plan. Did he think I actually wanted to escape forever?
I smile apologetically. “I’ve had so much fun getting chased around the house, and I’ve seen the park from the bedroom window, so I thought it’d give us more opportunity to play. I also thought that the punishment would be so worth it. Don’t you think, Kidnap Daddy?”
He lets out a breath, head falling back for a second before he stares me in the eyes again.
“You fucking terrified me. I thought my life was over. I thought you were looking for help, and I’d be in that man’s police car going to jail right now.
I thought you were going to tell me you were done with me. ”
Shit, I definitely hadn’t thought this through. I’ve told him countless times that I don’t want to go, but I guess I can understand why it would be difficult to believe me when I haven’t really had any opportunity to prove it to him.
“No, of course not. I told you I wouldn’t turn you in or leave. I hope you know I mean it now. I like you too much, like our dynamic and spending time together outside of the sex stuff too. I’m exactly where I want to be, Zane.”
Instead of answering with words, he’s pressing his lips to mine again as my ankles tighten around his back to pull him closer.
He really seemed so scared, and I hate that I made him panic so much.
When I woke up and noticed Piet wasn’t in the room, I knew he must’ve been home.
It was more impulsive than anything. The idea hit me, and I ran with it, literally.
Selfishly only thinking it’d be fun for me without considering the fear for Zane.
He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, letting out another deep breath. His grip on me tightens almost painfully, and when he opens his eyes, the panic has been replaced with a darkness full of wicked promises. My body quakes in his hold as anticipation builds and my cock twitches.
“Well, Pet, I think it’s time to get you back where you belong. Running away from your owner is very, very naughty and it deserves a thorough punishment.”
Fuck yes, it does. I let go of him, and my body goes pliant in his arms as I expect to drop down and walk home, but he doesn’t let go.
“Whoa, whoa. Hang on, I need to carry you home. Can’t have you walking back with no shoes on you, Little Psycho.
It’s insane you ran out here barefoot in the first place. So unsafe.”
“I saw my opportunity and didn’t want to waste it going into the basement to find my shoes,” I admit. “And I love the fuzzy hot pink slippers you got for me too much to have worn those outside.”
“Slide around to my back, and I’ll carry you.
Just need to set you down for a second,” he instructs.
My feet touch the ground, and Zane is spinning, dropping lower so I can jump on his back.
When he lifts up to a standing position, I wrap my legs around his waist and settle in on his back.
I fucking love this, him literally carrying me home, protecting me so I don’t hurt my feet anymore.
“Can you feel my erection digging into your back?” I ask him in a teasing tone, knowing I’m going to torture him with that question.
“Yes, and I’m trying not to think about it so I don’t throw you off my back and fuck you in this park. I already avoided arrest charges once tonight; I’m not trying to tempt fate twice.”
I burst out laughing. One of my favorite things about Zane is how things can be so hot, so intense, and yet so playful. The power dynamic only exists when we both want it. “But that’s exactly what I’d hoped for. It is one of my fantasies, as you know.”
“Another time, somewhere more private,” he promises, and I smile to myself as he leads us home.
The walk is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Zane’s probably racking his brain for punishments, and I can’t wait to see what he does. The anticipation is killing me.
“Your heart is racing,” I whisper against his ear. “Are you that excited to punish me, Master?”
Zane nearly growls at my question as he continues to carry me home. “Excited isn’t the word I’d use, Pet. But I am going to enjoy reminding you of your place so you never scare me like that again.”
My dick twitches against his back, and I’m sure he can feel it. He chuckles darkly as he approaches his house. Zane doesn’t put me down as he opens the front door, walks inside, and kicks it shut behind us.
“Bedroom. Now,” he commands, and I scramble off his back and run up the stairs.
I’m already stripping out of my clothes before I even reach the room, dropping them on the floor to lead Zane straight to me. By the time I’m completely naked and standing in the center of the room, he walks in.
“Hands and knees.” I immediately comply, dropping to the floor. My heart is pounding against my ribs, and I feel the slickness of precum already leaking from my tip.
Zane walks over to the desk in his room and pulls out… a permanent marker? I think.
“Since you like running away so much, maybe this will remind you of your place,” he explains, kneeling beside me.
He starts writing on my back, and I feel the pressure of the marker against my skin just above my ass.
“There,” he mutters, stepping back to admire his work.
“Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to if you try to run again.”
My dick is so hard it hurts, and I’m desperate for relief, but I don’t dare touch myself right now.
“Want to see?” he asks.
“Please.”
He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of me, holding it up in front of my face so I can take it in.
I’m on all fours, in a tabletop position.
He took the photo from behind instead of straight on, so my ass is the first thing I see, sticking out, waiting for him.
“PROPERTY OF ZANE” is written in big, black, permanent letters across my lower back.
“Oh fuck, that’s so hot.”
“You think it’s hot that I own you?” he taunts. “That your freedom and your life are in my hands?”
“Yes, Master.” I nod.
“You’re pathetic, Pet.”
He’s not wrong, and the insult only turns me on even more. Zane smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that both terrifies and excites me. “Crawl to the bed and get on all fours. Don’t make a sound unless I tell you to.”
I crawl across the room, my muscles protesting the movement as I climb onto the bed, positioning myself on my hands and knees with my ass facing him. I can feel the cool air on my exposed skin, and I know he’s looking at the words he wrote on me.
“Now, count them out loud,” he instructs, and I’m not entirely sure what he means until the first slap of his hand against my ass makes me jump. “One!” I cry out, my voice already shaky. He hits me again, harder this time. “Two!”
By the time he reaches ten, my ass is on fire, and I’m leaking all over the sheets like the desperate whore I am.
“Please,” I beg, tears streaming down my face. “Please, touch me.”
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson for scaring me half to death, Pet? Are you going to run away again?”
“No,” I gasp. “Never, I promise.”
“Not unless it’s me giving you the command, correct?”
“Yes, of course.”
“How about another picture of my property, now that you’re decorated with my name and my handprint,” he muses, and I nod, unsure if he’s actually asking permission or not. “I like you like this, Pet. We’ll see how you behave after tonight, but maybe you need a more permanent reminder.”
I certainly wouldn’t argue.