26. gray
26
GRAY
M aking one fantasy after another come true with this woman was more than I had ever expected. More than I would have allowed myself to experience if I had considered what I was demanding of her in those moments.
It felt all the more meaningful that she fully surrendered to me. Amelia trusted me and my judgment, and she was willing to delve into darker fantasies. Of course, I had clued her into my plans beforehand, resulting in her grabbing her raincoat from the hook next to the door. Thanks to the washer and dryer, it was no longer covered in mud. How long it would stay clean was another matter entirely.
With a spring in her step, she moved back toward me and slid the jacket on under my watchful eye. Then, almost playfully, she tilted her head. "Ready?"
"If you are."
"And you're giving me a head start?"
"It wouldn't be fair otherwise."
Whether it was truly fair was still up for debate. I knew the area. Amelia didn't. That's why I reached into the shelf next to me and pulled out a flashlight, which I tossed to her. She caught it mid-air, then let out a snort.
"So you need a neon sign to find me in the dark forest?"
"I'd rather not end up back at the B and B with broken bones."
She eyed the flashlight thoughtfully before slipping it into her pocket. Both of us knew I wouldn't chase her miles through the woods.
The distance between us made the first surge of adrenaline pulse through my veins.
"Good luck, Daddy," she teased, spinning on her heel and flinging the door open.
Immediately, the rain, which never seemed to end, sprayed inside. There were certainly better conditions for a game like this, yet the atmosphere it created was undeniable.
Amelia stepped outside. I watched her shiver then flick on the flashlight and briskly move toward the treeline directly in front of the cabin. Her figure grew smaller, the light weaker, until I heard only my breath and the rain drumming on the roof and against the windows.
I left my raincoat hanging on its hook. I wouldn't need it.
There had once been a time when I had believed games like this didn't exist in reality. That no person would engage in an adult version of tag. Then I was proven wrong and learned that there were endless desires a person could have and act upon. That many people enacted their fantasies in a safe environment, and there was a difference between mere sex and a scenario like this. It didn't just happen; it required proper preparation, a conversation, setting boundaries, and detailed agreements so that everyone knew what was coming.
It definitely wasn't the norm. But it was all the more thrilling.
In my mind, I counted how much time had passed since Amelia had left the cabin, and now I decided it was enough of a head start. She wasn't going to get lost in the woods… but be quickly found and captured by me so we could tackle the next part of our carefully crafted storyline.
The anticipation not only warmed my spirits but also made my blood boil.
As I stepped outside, the rain whipped against my face. It was uncomfortable, wet, and dark. The perfect embodiment of what I was feeling. A dark hunger raged in my stomach, one that could only be satisfied by one thing.
And I was about to claim it.
I moved through the trees with long strides, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground. The impressions of her shoes were already shallowly filling with rain. It was easy to follow them until moss covered the ground, forcing me instead to focus on the small branches swinging in the wind.
The rain had soaked through to my skin, but my senses were sharper than ever. The glow of her flashlight danced ahead of me through the trees. I closed in a few steps, but she didn't seem to be moving.
So I paused. Was this a trap? Amelia's attempt to spice up this extraordinary foreplay even more?
In a slight crouch, I moved past two more trees. More raindrops hammered down unhindered from above, clumping my hair to my head.
The dark scent of the forest filled my nostrils just as I got close enough to the beam of the flashlight to see that Amelia had wedged it between two branches.
That cunning vixen.
I followed the beam with my eyes, only for my breath to catch the next moment. Shivers ran through my body as I spotted Amelia.
Except for her shoes, she had shed all her clothes, leaning against a thick tree trunk, her head slightly tilted back. The rain cascaded down her perfect curves, guiding my gaze to her hand, which she was moving unmistakably between her legs.
Before I even stepped out of my hiding spot, my mouth was dry and I was rock-hard. I forgot what the original plan had been and just stood there, clearly visible to her as the flashlight illuminated her body, watching her pleasure herself.
"Want to know what I'm thinking about?" she yelled over the rain.
The slight twitch of her lips already told me she was going to roast me one way or another.
"What a question. Of course I want to know."
"You. I'm masturbating thinking about you."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck .
"Good. Keep going," I growled, taking the first step toward her.
She raised an eyebrow, her gaze on my shoes. "Why don't you do the same?"
I slowly shook my head. "With my hand? Why would I do that? I plan to use your body to satisfy myself."
Her lips parted.
"You want to use my body to…"
"To use you like the little fuck toy you are, yes."
Her eyelids fluttered. For a moment, her fingers moved faster on her clit.
"Then you're going to have to take possession of this body first." Her lips curved into a grin before she did what I least expected.
She pushed off from the tree and started running. I realized that the chase was only beginning at that moment and sprinted after her, hot on her heels.
"Do you really think you can escape me?" There was a real chance that everything I said now would be lost in the rain and the thrill of the hunt. Yet it didn't stop me from calling out to her.
"I'm going to fill you up very soon, my dirty little sin. I'm going to use you for my pleasure. Fuck you like the good little slut you are. Use you as my personal toy, whose only purpose is to be used as I please."
Amelia slowed down. Each word reached her and apparently had an effect.
"You don't want to keep running," I implored her. "You want me to catch you and make you mine."
She shook her head, denying the allure of what I said. Yet I was able to catch up to her so closely that she must feel my warm breath on her neck.
"I'm going to fuck your tight little cunt until you can't think straight anymore. I want your whining. The whimpers. You sounding all pathetic telling me to stop. Embarrassing yourself because we both know you enjoy the pleasure of being used. Your moans will tell the truth, sin." I could smell her now—the scent of the shampoo we had used earlier to wash her hair—and I imagined the scent of her arousal…
Amelia spun around but kept backing away to maintain a distance between us. "You're insane."
"Yes, and you're into it because it's certainly not just the rain running down your thighs." I growled and then lunged at her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and yanked her to my body, realizing she was trying to resist my grip.
Her fingers turned into claws as they dug into my forearm, and her legs became unpredictable extensions, throwing off my balance, causing us to stumble against a trunk. My arm slipped, but I managed to grab her again.
"No!" she gasped, pushing against my grip again.
I held her tightly and let out a dark laugh. "Keep going. I like it when you fight."
And so she did.
My first instinct was to bring her to the ground to steal a few minutes with her, but the mud was hardly suitable for what I wanted to do with her.
So I effortlessly picked her up and hoisted her over my shoulder. She would just have to see the world from a different perspective. Her fists started hitting my back but by no means hard enough to do any damage. Her fingers were far more dangerous.
"You bastard," she growled, snapping at me like a piranha might have.
I loved her effort, but it was useless at this point. I purposefully walked in one direction to bring her to the place I had kept secret earlier for a surprise effect.
"You know, I know these woods like the back of my hand. It was foolish to think you could escape me. But the little show in the flashlight beam… I must say. Either you're greedy, or you desperately need help from someone who knows what they're doing."
She snorted. "I can take care of my own orgasms. Thanks."
"Too bad you won't have your hands free for that," I replied. "Back to what I was actually saying. I know these woods like the back of my hand. And I know that there's a place near the cabin where no one will hear you scream."
That wouldn't happen anyway, but I liked the way it sounded and the feelings it evoked.
"First, I'm going to break you. Make you tell the truth about the sick little fantasies we share."
"Keep dreaming." She still sounded confident. That would change soon enough.
Without giving her warning, I let her slide off my shoulder, stood her in front of me, and turned her toward the rundown barn that had once housed various herds. Now, it stood empty. Abandoned. Clasping her chin, I forced her to take a long look at it, feeling her pulse quicken right away.
I led her inside, took another flashlight, and laid her down on a rotting wooden beam in the middle of the elongated building. This place was as clean as it could be as I had taken care of it some time ago. Since the stall bars were made of metal, they were perfect for binding someone to them.
A forgotten lead rope caught my eye, and I grabbed it before turning to Amelia, who was looking around with wide eyes.
"Green or red?" I seized the opportunity to make sure everything was all right and that we were still on the same page.
"Green." Her answer was immediate, followed by her extending her hands toward me.
I guided her back, raised her arms, and used the rope to tie a knot. "It's self-releasing once you stop pulling on it," I explained, demonstrating it to her before binding her again.
"And you really think you can break me?" she asked, looking at me challengingly.
I let my gaze deliberately sweep over her naked body. "You've already done me a favor and stripped off all your clothes. Couldn't wait to show me what will soon be mine, hm?"
I ran my fingers across her cheek, but Amelia jerked her head away from the touch.
Her reaction made me chuckle. We were perfect for each other—there was no doubt about that anymore.
"So, do you want to confess, or shall we do things the hard way?"
"You won't hear a word from me."
"Really? Somehow, I doubt that statement." I grabbed her nape, turned her so she was facing away from me, and forced her to look forward through the metal stall bars at the white wall, where thick cobwebs hung down. There even seemed to be a bat hiding in a corner.
But the view of her backside was much more enticing and just added to the desire I was feeling. But we weren't quite there yet.
First, I let my fingers glide over the curve of her back, tracing a wet path across her warm skin. Then, grabbing her hair, I pulled her head back and simultaneously slapped her rounded butt with the curve of my hand. The sound echoed through the barn and made her flinch, filling me with a profound satisfaction.
Of course, by now, I could have grabbed a paddle or the like, but I preferred to use the tools I already had—and my hands were perfectly suited to make her skin glow red and ensure that pain and pleasure blended together for her.
Her soft hiss spurred me on. Eventually, I used my foot to force her to spread her legs wider. With my hand on her back, I directed her upper body further down, causing her to present her ass to me more prominently. I stepped behind her and let her feel the rough denim against her pussy before I spanked her again, alternating between her right and left sides to reward both with appropriate attention.
"Feeling more talkative yet?" I checked in.
Amelia shook her head. So I spun her around again, looking down at her from above. Her eyes sparkled, yet she took two steps back until she hit the metal with her back.
"Haven't you realized yet that you can't escape me?" I asked, a finger under her chin.
I let it slide down her throat and between her breasts, then moved to the left and began to focus intently on her nipple. From the start, it stiffened eagerly, and as I finished torturing it between my fingers, Amelia bit her lower lip.
"Let it out, sin," I urged. "Don't you want to show me how dirty you can be?"
She shook her head, her wet hair flying through the air.
"Would you rather show me what a good girl you can be, hm?"
Now she hesitated, probably suspecting a trap in my question. So I let my hand slide between her thighs and traced a finger over her wet lips. From front to back and back again, without parting them or focusing on any one spot. She felt so damn soft that I had to close my eyes for a second. Just because she was already so wet for me, she deserved to come again and again and again. To feel my fingers, my tongue, and my desire until she eventually begged for it to end.
"Do you want to be my good girl?" I repeated, my finger briefly circling her clit.
Her eyelids fluttered. "Yes, Daddy."
That was it. I had what I wanted. Her submission after she had defied me.
"Then confess. All your twisted, sick little fantasies, sin."
Unprompted, she made eye contact, looking at me so intensely that it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Do you really want to hear how much I'm enjoying this? That I like the way you're handling me?"
My nod confirmed it for her.
"I love it when you use me like the good little slut I am, you know? And I am so fucking needy for your cock. Use me. Fuck me hard. So hard my brain shuts off and I'm nothing more than your favorite fuck toy. Fill me up with your warm cum, Gray. Paint me yours ." I had never heard a more eloquent plea urging me to indulge my breeding kink.
"My good girl." I felt the relief of those words physically, immediately reaching for the rope and helping her untie it.
"Still green," she let me know. This wasn't an attempt to push her to say another color. As long as we stayed in the green zone, everything was okay—and I would continue to make sure of that.
And because we had discussed everything beforehand, Amelia also knew what would follow. With a nod of her chin, she gestured toward a workbench. I took off my shirt, tossed it to her, and followed her. Before she climbed onto the wooden surface, she spread out the shirt, disregarding the fact that it was soaking wet.
Invitingly, she opened her thighs for me.
"May I…" she began, her hands already on my belt.
"No. You can open it and pull it down. Nothing more."
Amelia frowned but did as instructed, her eyes now lowered to my erection. "My eyes are up here," I reminded her.
Immediately, her gaze shot up. "Maybe I prefer looking at your cock and dreaming about how it feels inside me?"
"Is that what you were imagining earlier when you touched yourself in the middle of the woods?"
"No… I imagined you using me. Tying me to your bed at home, fucking me, and then going to work, only to come back eventually to have some fun and then disappear again. But of course, I wouldn't want to give you any ideas for future play."
"Of course not," I growled, grabbing her neck to pull her to the edge of the bench. Her hand closed around my cock, positioning it correctly.
Before penetrating her, I grabbed her legs and draped them over my shoulders.
"Touch yourself," I commanded her, pressing my tip against her entrance.
A soft whimper escaped her.
"Remind me again what you want?"
"Fuck me… please?"
"How about full sentences?"
"This is torture!"
"It could also be called training," I mused, while Amelia thrust her hips toward me but failed to impale herself on my cock.
I watched her attempts, amused.
"Getting desperate already?"
She scrunched her face, her hips swaying from side to side, as if that would change what I expected from her.
By now, she should have learned that I possessed nearly infinite patience. I was acutely aware of the twitching in my cock, how painfully hard it was, and how I yearned to penetrate her fully so that her pussy could welcome me.
Since she didn't respond, I decided to turn the tables. "Do you remember what you said to me earlier? That I should also try masturbating?"
I pressed my hand over hers, which was still busy between her legs.
"And my answer was that I wouldn't use my hand, but your body?"
Her breath caught.
So I penetrated her deeper than ever before as the position allowed me to lean over her and bring her legs closer to her body while her pelvis stretched openly toward me.
"Feels good. Hold your legs tight. I don't think your clit needs attention if I'm just using you to get a little relief."
She gasped, shocked, or perhaps because I repeatedly hit that sweet spot that sent shivers through her entire body.
Within seconds, the shocked sound turned into a moan. Now her fingers were on her thighs, holding them together and close to her body as I thrust into her repeatedly, enjoying the view of her face.
"How do you like being used by me now, hmm?"
Her moaning grew louder.
"Shut the fuck up," I growled, still with an amused smile on my lips. "If you're a replacement for my hand, you don't make any noises."
Amelia shook her head in protest, so I leaned forward, my fingers thoughtfully gliding over her full lips. "Or have you changed your mind?"
"Yes," she gasped, her eyes rolling slightly. "Because your cock is so deep in me and feels so good that I don't know how I ever lived without it."
Another twitch raced through my cock. Who was really finishing whom with their words?
"Then say it."
"Please use me, Daddy. Make me come on your cock, and then fuck me harder for being such a good girl." What came out of her mouth was a mix of pleading, moaning, and begging, and it was more than enough to convince me to abandon my earlier plans.
I directed her legs from my shoulders to wrap around my waist, released her hand and wrapped mine around her neck, the other on her breasts. Only then did I begin to truly fuck her.
Her hand snaked back between her legs, her fingers finding a rhythm on her clit that matched my thrusts. Within moments, I could feel she was nearing her climax.
It was going to be the first of many, for under no circumstances would I let her out of our little game after just one. I planned to demand more from her, shift her into different positions, and feel her climax on my cock again and again… until I was ready to grant her final lingering wish.
Hearing Amelia moan my name made everything feel much more intense. But it didn't stop there. Whenever she called me Daddy, the part of me that used to feel conservative seemed to die away. It was like jumping out the window with no way back. I had always been dominant, but with Amelia, it reached new heights. Not because I thought she was incapable of making decisions or leading her life, but as a matter of respect for me. A byproduct of the intense connection I felt. The deep richness of our experience. It felt natural and was never forced as it only truly worked when she engaged with it and desired it just as much. Dominance only worked when the counterpart was present. When she willingly bestowed that power upon me…
"Tell me you're mine," I whispered to her.
By now, I couldn't even decide which were my favorite words coming from her mouth. These? Others? It didn't matter. Everything that passed her sinful lips held a special place in my memory and especially in my heart.
"I'm yours," she said with a sigh. "Yours alone." Amelia's eyebrows furrowed as if she managed to think clearly for a second.
"I belong to you, Daddy."
With that, I was utterly undone, and every thrust that followed was solely focused on giving her as much pleasure as possible.