37. Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Maeve Henderson
I can’t keep doing this.
Why did I agree to his little game?
I’m sweating, my ankles hurt, and I think I’m going to throw up.
It’s way too hot out here, and I’m lost.
Did I already pass that tree? Wait, am I going in circles?
“Oh, ma fleur, I thought you’d have made it off the property by now. This is sad, truly.” I hear Leon shout from an uncomfortably close distance.
Crap.
Again, this was clearly a bad idea.
I run past the same tree for what has to be the third time, panting as I do so. My feet feel like they can’t move me fast enough, yet somehow, he still seems to be getting closer and closer the quicker I move.
How does he do that?
And why did I tell myself that I’d be able to outrun him because of his leg?
Clearly, this was a mistake.
I jump over a large branch, smiling when I finally see the end of the tree line, and pray that it’s the edge of his property and not that I’ve somehow circled around and am about to reach his house again.
I can’t keep running in the same circles, but it’s so dark out here, and the moon is hidden from all of the trees.
How can he even see out here?
It’s not fair!
I want a redo!
When I’m finally out of the trees and into a large field, I smile victoriously; I’m finally off of his property and headed the right way! Now, all I need to do is find the road, and I’m golden.
“Oh, ma petite fleur, you’ve got to do better than that. Next time, I’ll have to give you a bigger head start.” I hear from the distance.
I start running as hard and as fast as I can, panting and sweating just to gain some kind of lead on Leon, but I know it’s pointless. I can’t keep this up, and it’s become painfully evident that I’m going to lose our little game.
I turn my head, seeing him catching up to me as he runs so gracefully that it pisses me off.
I try to quicken my pace. I turn my head forward again and force my legs to carry me further and faster, but it’s useless. When I jump over a large broken branch, my feet don’t make it to the ground, but my body does.
Leon tackles me, and I hit the grass so roughly that all of the air is sucked out of my lungs.
I scream out in surprise, but I don’t get the chance to react in any other way as he stands up and grabs onto my ankle with a firm and unbreakable grip.
He starts to drag me out of the field and back into the darkness of the woods.
I kick and scream, but I can’t fight out of his grip. Even when I dig my nails into the grass, he continues to drag me as dirt and mud cakes under my nails.
When we reach the thickness of the woods and darkness takes over everything, he quickly flips me onto my back so he can straddle my waist.
His hands grab onto my wrists and pin them above my head. “I win.” He states smugly.
His face is covered with a mask, one solid black but with what appears to be stitches over the mouth and Xs over the eyes, all lit up in a neon red that is almost blinding in contrast to the darkness of the night.
I’m panting as I stare up at him, terrified and turned on for whatever is to come. All I know is that whatever it is, there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Leon leans down until our faces are so close together that I can practically taste the warm bourbon on his breath and hear the almost silent hum of the lights on his mask. “This is going to be even more fun than the chase.” He states with a sickening grin that sends a shiver down my spine.
I fight against his hold, but his strength outweighs mine and he has my wrists tied together and secured to a tree before I can even react otherwise.
I fight against the ropes, but they’re too tight and dig into my skin, leaving me helpless as he pulls my sweatpants and my shorts off of me.
“Fuck, I love this pretty little pussy. I’m going to love it even more by the morning.” He states.
What does that mean?
Wait!
“What?” I start to ask, but he slaps a piece of duct tape over my mouth before I can protest or ask what is happening.
I kick and squirm in his grasp, but I’m starting to slowly realize that it’s helpless to fight him, but I have to try.
I can’t give in that easily and let him think that I’m okay with this, although I think I gave myself away when I agreed to his ridiculous terms.
If I hadn’t agreed to this, his fingers easily pushing into me and proving just how turned on I am would be all he’d need to win his argument.
I watch, helpless and unable to move as Leon digs several things out of his bag, thankfully condoms being one of them.
Is he finally going to listen to me about that?
I smile from behind the tape, relaxing a little and not fighting him when he ties ropes tightly around my ankles and pulls. My legs spread so far that they burn, and I scream out around the tape as he secures my ankles to two different trees.
I’m trapped, but at least for one night, I know he won’t be trying to get me pregnant.
My arms are above my head, secured so tightly that the rope is digging into my skin and my shoulders are aching from how far I’m being stretched and my legs are being pulled so far apart and so tight that my muscles are burning and it feels like I’m merely seconds from being drawn and quartered.
I watch while Leon rolls the condom on and grins at me and it makes me wonder if he realizes that I’m getting what I want by him wearing a condom, so his smug little grin isn’t necessary.
“You think you’ve won, haven’t you? This is simply a way for me to get what I want without having to fuck you twice.” He answers smugly. “You won’t want me fucking you again after this.” He states.
What does that mean?
I stare down at him as best as I can, but I can’t see much from the angle I’m in, and I can’t pick my head up very much without the strain hurting my shoulders, but I hear him squirting lube onto his cock and yet again smile victoriously that this man seems to be doing everything I’ve wanted of him.
That is until I feel him start to push into my butt, and the only reaction my body can make is to tense.
I feel my ankles fighting the bindings so harshly that it feels like my ankles are being cut by the rope, but it won’t give.
I scream out around the tape while he pushes into me, but even tensing and screaming, I can’t stop it from happening.
“Mmm, that’s it, ma fleur. Did you think you had won? I warned you of the rules, that the next time you ran from me, it would be your ass I was fucking. Did I not?” He asks.
I can’t respond; I can’t even think to nod or shake my head. My body is frozen, and my scream becomes silent as I’m simply gasping for breath around the tape over my mouth.
He shoves into me in one, rough thrust and I gasp so harshly that it makes me cough until I’m fighting for air.
“Deep breaths; you knew the rules and chose to break them; you earned this.” He says calmly as his hands rub along my ribs from under the loose t-shirt that I’m wearing.
I want to protest, but not only can I not speak or move, but he’s not wrong.
Despite him offering me the chance to run, I knew what his consequences were and still chose to test him.
He grips tightly onto my ribs as he thrusts into me, each thrust making me gasp and scream out around the tape. I feel so full that it hurts. This is much worse than the small toy Shelby used on me, but it’s also so much better.
When my body relaxes and I’m able to stop tensing, it actually feels good, sore, but good.
“You’re taking me so well, petite fleur. You should see this pretty little ass swallowing my cock. Next time you run, I say I pack a camera with me, and you can watch yourself getting punished while you recover.” He teases.
My face flushes a deep red, but I don’t react otherwise. I can’t, my body feels electric, and each thrust of his cock in me is slowly making me enjoy this more and more.
Each thrust into my butt, while I stare up at his mask, makes me realize just why I had this fantasy for all of these years.
Not being able to see the look on his face and only being able to see the red accents on his mask in this dark forest is terrifying but electrifying.
I scream out when I feel something harshly pinch my clit, something cold and metal.
“You know, you have the perfect anatomy for a cute little piercing.” He mentions.
My body tenses and I fight harder in the ropes, but it’s no use and all it’s doing is hurting my ankles and wrists more.
“Ah, it’ll be easier if you don’t struggle. You wouldn’t want me to miss and have to do it again, would you?” He asks with a smug little laugh.
I clench my teeth together so tightly that I’m almost convinced that I feel one crack, but it’s not nearly enough of a distraction from the feeling of a needle gliding through my clit.
I scream out so loudly that I hear the birds in the trees flee the area, and even the wildlife seems to quiet for a moment, but all I can focus on is the pain from my butt being full of cock and the needle through me.
Leon puts his hand back on my waist, squeezing me in his hands while I pant, and a few tears roll down my eyes. “Good job, ma fleur. You did so well; keep taking those deep breaths for me, okay? All we need now is the jewelry, and we can get back to our regularly scheduled program.” He jokes.
Jerk.
This isn’t the time to joke! My clit is on fire! But embarrassingly enough, I feel so close to an orgasm that I want to cry.
My body jerks when he flicks my clit, and the needle feels like it vibrates through me. “Mmm, I know, ma fleur, you’re close, you’re so close. I can feel you strangling my cock.” He points out.
Why? Why can he read my body so well? And why is the pain making me want to cum?
I feel my eyes water all over again, but this time, Leon leans down and wipes my tears away. “It’s okay, it’s almost over. Deep breaths.” He coaches, praising me when I obey him and take a few steadying breaths.
“Good job, that’s it, ma fleur, a few more for me.” He adds in while I feel him grab onto my sore clit again and force a piece of jewelry through me.
I gasp, pinching my eyes tightly shut, but he continues to talk to me while he hurts me. He continues to attempt to soothe me while tightly pinching this jewelry shut and the feeling of fire seems to be a permanent feeling for now.
When he leans down again, he licks the duct tape that’s covering my mouth and I’m forced to focus on the bright red lights on his mask again. “Look how good you did, now you have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Now you can never deny that you’re mine.” He states.
As he continues to thrust into my butt, I find myself unable to relax. My body is so tense from the pain of the needle and how close I am to an orgasm and I know my heart is racing so fast that I’m positive Leon can hear it.
I lay back and take the torment he gives me, starting to feel my hips cramping from how far apart my legs are spread, but I focus on the little red lights on his mask and force myself to relax enough that his cock doesn’t feel like he’s ripping me in two.
When I finally feel myself starting to enjoy it, he flicks my clit and tries to rub over it, but it’s so sensitive and sore that I scream out and a few more tears run down my cheeks and into the grass. “You’ll learn to like the pain, ma fleur.” He whispers against the tape over my mouth.
I don’t know if that’s true, but I also don’t know if it’s optional.
Being here with Leon has taught me that I’m simply going to endure what happens to me and hope that I can enjoy it.
I hope this isn’t how it will always go. I hope that if he chooses I am his forever, that I can learn to enjoy everything he does to me, or he can learn to lighten up on me.
Leon groans and rests his forehead against mine while shoving his cock as far into me as he can manage. I scream out around the tape and my thighs yet again fight in these ropes, but it’s useless.
At least the positive is that Leon has stopped thrusting into me, so I’m pretty sure this is finally over.
I hope he’ll give me an ice pack to put over this new piercing that is already throbbing so badly that I want to cry.
Leon leans against me for a few minutes while he catches his breath, but I can’t focus on anything but how full I feel and the throbbing of this piercing. So when he finally sits up and pulls out of me, I sigh in relief and my body relaxes in these ropes.
I pick my head up as best as I can, watching him roll the condom off of his cock. I watch as he shoves the end of the condom into my pussy and dumps its contents inside of me. I jerk my body, hoping that his cum will seep out of me, but he shoves his fingers into me and massages his cum as far into me as he can reach.
“Cum for me, ma fleur, we gotta make sure every drop gets as far as it can.” He says calmly.
I fight in the ropes, but by now I realize that it’s pointless and that all I’m doing is hurting myself, I just can’t stop. It’s second nature to want out of these bindings and to not want this cum in me.
His fingers massage inside of me, curling up into me with his cum as lube until I feel myself tensing around his fingers, but it’s his thumb rubbing against my sore and sensitive clit that finally drives me over the edge, and I cum with a scream.
“Good girl. You took that so well, maybe next time we can think before breaking my rules, I’m sure your next punishment will somehow hurt worse and you don’t want to find out what I can come up with.” He states.
I sag into the grass, sweating and exhausted, my body somehow can’t move as he unties me from the trees and leaves me to curl into myself.
I know that logically this is the perfect time to run, but I can’t. I can’t make myself do anything but to hug my legs to my chest until I’m lifted into Leon’s arms and carried off.
The sick part is that a small part of me is already ready for the next time he offers to let me run.