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“Are you going to?” I give her a smile, moving it so the barrel’s pointing at the ground. “Never point it at anything you don’t intend to shoot. Now, loading is simple.”
Guiding her hands, I show her how to insert the magazine. The click of it locking into place seems to give her a sense of satisfaction.
“That was easy,” she says.
“You’re a quick learner,” I compliment. “Now, the stance—it’s all about balance and control.”
I stand behind her, gently adjusting her posture, remembering how she felt an hour ago, when she climaxed for the first time. My cock twitches at the memory. “Feet shoulder-width apart, lean forward slightly.”
“Like this?”
“Exactly. Aim at the target. It’s not just about seeing the target; it’s about focusing, breathing, controlling.”
She lines up her first shot with concentration. “What now?” she asks as I slip ear defenders over her head.
“Squeeze the trigger. Be prepared, it’ll kick back a little. Hold it firmly. Now.”
The shot is loud, the recoil surprising her, but the thrill of hitting the target is evident in her reaction.
I touch her shoulder in silent praise.
“It’s all about control, Emma. Over the gun, your body, your fears,” I say, hinting at the broader implications of today’s lesson. “Learn to control and you’ll never let anyone take advantage of you.”
“I could still shoot you,” she half-jokes, a playful challenge in her eyes. “Aren’t you worried?”
“You won’t,” I respond confidently, knowing her better than she realizes.
“How can you be so sure?” she probes, curiosity piqued.
“Because I know you,” I say simply, understanding her more than she might think. “I know how you feel about me. You’d never shoot me.”
“You’re an arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you? If you’re so clever, what am I thinking now?”
I give her a smile as I take the gun from her. “You’re thinking about running. Thinking you could get over the wall and make a break for it. Feel free to try, but just know,” I add with a hint of challenge and promise, “if I catch you, I’m making you come again.”
7
EMMA
Without thinking, I dash away, the mansion a distant, imposing silhouette against the setting sun.
Adrian’s laughter follows me, a sound that’s both warm and inviting, encouraging me to keep going even as I know he’ll catch me.
It’s a different chase to last time. I did want to get away last time. Not from him but from my own obsessive desire for him.
I’ve never felt so strongly about anyone, it’s a scary feeling. But not now he’s made me come. He was so gentle, so loving, it was wonderful. It told me everything I need to know about him.
He held me so gently until I recovered. Then told me we should take a walk in the grounds, get some air.
I never thought I’d be firing a gun and then running from him as he chases after me.
“You can run, but you can’t hide!” His voice, playful yet determined, carries on the wind, a reminder of my attempt to leave the house when we first arrived.
His footsteps are a steady sound behind me, a constant reminder that he’s there, always just a few paces away.
I glance back, catching a glimpse of him through the trees that dot the landscape. He’s closer than I anticipated. I push my legs to move faster, driven by a desire to test my limits, to see if I can truly outpace him.
I don’t want him to know how much I want him. How much I want him to make me come again.
