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I’m crying, sobbing as I run.
I’m crying at how bad my lungs are aching. At how pointless this is.
How scared he’s made me.
How fucked up I am.
I don’t want to run anymore.
I’ve barely made it a couple of fields when I’m a whimpering mess on the ground. I’m barely crawling when I hear his boots thump the ground behind me.
Strong.
Steady.
Menacing.
“You done?” he asks, and I shake my head.
I keep on crawling, scrabbling for grip enough to get to my feet.
But they hurt.
My toes are freezing cold and raw.
It hurts too much to keep on going. I have no breath left in my lungs.
I sink to my knees and I feel so degraded as his boot comes to rest on my back. Humiliated as he presses me to the dirt.
And I love him for it.
“Are you done?” he asks again, and I nod.
I’m done.
I’m a mess.
A fucked up mess with jangling nerves and clammy thighs.
Who hates how much she wants this.
Who loves how much she wants this. Him.
I can’t believe how hard I’ve run. How far I’ve come.
How fucking crazy I am.
How my thighs are opening in invitation, even though I know I could die tonight.
And I can’t believe how terrified I am when he drops to his knees behind me.SeventeenEvery man has a wild beast within him.
Frederick the GreatPhoenixShe’s even more of a wreck than I thought she’d be.
She ran much harder than I ever expected.
And now she’s broken.
Part of me wants to scoop her up and make it all better. The other part…
The other part wants to make it so much worse.
I teeter between two torn sides. I’m in no man’s land as I drop to my knees in the dirt.
And then she decides for me. Even as she whimpers, she reaches down and tugs her skirt up her thighs.
It’s an invitation.
The most desperately fucked up invitation I’ve ever had.
I almost hate myself for wanting it.
Almost hate myself for the way she makes me feel. The way she summons all the broken parts of me and makes them sing.
She’s shivering as I run my fingers up her bare leg. She rolls back against the heat of me as I lay down in the dirt behind her.
I barely need to coax her leg up and over mine. She tips her head back willingly as I snake my hand around her throat.
She’s terrified but wanting. Broken but seeking.
“You’re gonna give me whatever I want,” I whisper, and the words keep coming. “Whatever I want, whenever I want. I’ll be around every fucking corner. In every fucking shadow.”
My fingers slip around her waist and down. I hitch her ass back against my throbbing dick and she grinds like a wanton little bitch.
“I’ll be your monster,” I whisper. “I’ll be every dirty fucking nightmare you ever had.”
She’s offering her pussy to my fingers even as they slip inside her knickers. She’s wet. Wet enough to take three straight in with a groan.
“You came looking for me,” I hiss. “Remember that.”
Her voice comes out choked. Her whisper just a breath on the breeze. “I found you.”
“And I found you. I found you at the train station. I followed you to the petrol station. I was at your front fucking door.”
I sound like a crazy stalker. Feel like a crazy stalker.
I feel like a beast without boundaries. She’s trampled them all.
I finger her sopping cunt and close my eyes and all I see is her. The blue of her dress trailing behind her in the darkness. The whites of her eyes in the window reflection as I bound her wrists.
“Be the monster…” she breathes, and I slam my fingers all the way inside.
I take my hand from her throat and take her hair instead. I hold her tight. Hard. Her head against my shoulder, the scent of her so close.
And then I push a fourth finger all the way in.
She groans. It sounds pained, even though her ass bucks back at me.
My mouth finds her neck and tastes her skin. She tastes of dirt and sweat and dreams. She flinches as my teeth pinch. Her hand reaches back for my ass, coaxing me tighter against her.
I can’t get any fucking tighter against her.
I fuck her deep and fast, fingers buried to the knuckles in that sweet tight pussy. I breathe into her ear as she moans for me.
I need this.
I need her.
She tips her face as far as I allow, almost enough that I could kiss her.
Her eyes are dark in the moonlight. Her hair is like black ink on the ground.
“Be my monster…” she breathes again, but I’m the one calling the shots.
My fingers squelch as I pull them free. My thumb is wet on her clit as I press hard. Brutal circles, her thighs spread wide.
I let go of her hair and wrap my arm around her neck. It’s the most delicious headlock, her fingers gripping my forearm and squeezing tight.
