CHAPTER 18
To my utter surprise my little prey showed up at the dock fifteen minutes early, probably a thinly veiled attempt to catch me showing up, to get the upper hand. She thinks she’s so clever, she’s just not as clever as I am because I’ve been sitting here for the last thirty minutes.
I didn’t want any of them to catch me coming and going out of my camper tonight, so I haven’t been there, unless I know they won’t be at their site.
I packed a backpack and have been moseying around since I went fishing.
Leaving me to wander around this place, thinking of ways to keep my identity hidden from her, yet see her and have her see me at the same time.
She sits down, crossed-legged, with her back to the edge of the water. This way, she can spot anyone walking up to her from all directions. Such a smart little girl.
She stares right at me, watching every step I take as I approach the wooden dock. All she can see is my black jeans, cowboy boots, black cowboy hat, and red bandana that covers all of my face, except my eyes. She can’t see any defining features, and I wanted it that way.
She darts to her feet as my boots thud on the wooden planks. With each step I draw closer to her, she inches backward until she can’t without falling into the water.
“You can’t hide from me here, Little Prey.” My voice comes out muffled by the bandana and gruff, as I try to disguise it.
Her arms fold over her black sweatshirt-covered chest.
“I wouldn’t need to hide if some loser wasn’t stalking me like some sick fuck who gets off on destroying people’s vacations,” She yells. She actually raises her voice at me, causing it to echo off the lake behind her.
Before I can stop myself, I’m storming closer to her, giving her no time to react before my hand wraps around her throat.
The brim of my hat covered both our faces, casting us in a veil of darkness.
Her pulse throbs under my thumb, rapidly sending a ping of arousal to my cock.
She bites her lips like she’s physically stopping herself from showing her arousal.
When I’m done with her this week, she won’t be afraid to show the world exactly who she desires and how kinky she really is.
“Someone is hiding again. Why don’t you be a good girl, Scarlett, and tell me exactly what you want?”
My hand drops from her throat only to find its way to her yoga pants, clad pussy.
She gasps but doesn’t pull away or try to get me to stop.
I use the palm of my hand to rub her pussy through her pants, needing to show her just how much she wants this.
She lets out a low whimper and grinds into my hand to get more pressure.
I give her just that and pick up my pace.
“Don’t hide from me, it won’t do you any good. You're mine even if you don’t want to be. Now, let me get you off like a good little girl.”
My palm starts to dampen as she drips for me through her pants. I love that I have this effect on her. It’s taking all of me to not rip these pants right between her legs and fuck her senseless right here.
“Cum like a good little girl, let me help you relieve some of that sexual frustration.”
She tries to sidestep in an effort to move away from me, but it’s no use. I move right with her, then release her pussy to find her throat again, this time restricting her airway some.
“Let me go,” she gruffly says.
“Only if you promise to stay.”
I tilt my head back, letting the moonlight reveal my daggering eyes. She nods, and I take her word for it, letting go of her throat. The two of us stand there pressed together as the bullfrogs croak in the background, and the fireflies light up the night sky.
“Why did you come tonight? Be honest with me because I know when you’re lying, you share a tale.”
She rolls her eyes, letting out a long sigh.
“This way you would stop intruding on my personal space, but clearly that logic was flawed.”
Her bratty, wise-ass mouth is going to get her in trouble if she doesn’t watch her tone.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve been in your personal space, and it won’t be the last. But next time, you’ll be cumming and begging me for more.”