“You know I’m not the best with surprises.”
“I know, Princess, but you might as well get used to it because I like surprising you.”
We’ve been married for five years—the best five years of my life. It would have been six but we had to wait a year until Eddie could be considered legally dead.It killed me to wait, but Kat kept telling me she wasn’t going anywhere. Not that I’d let her leave, even if she wanted to.
“Ready?”
She starts bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Yes!Where are we?”
“Our new cabin in the Catskills.”
She whirls around and stares at me, unshed tears held hostage in her eyes. “You bought us a cabin?”
“With five acres of land. I guess I bought a few cabins. The place is completely secluded.”
She wags her eyebrows, “Secluded, huh?”
I grip the top of her sundress and rip it off her body, watching as it pools on the dirt under our feet. “Secluded. Just how I like it. I plan on having your ass naked and at my mercy twenty-four hours a day.”
I tug her toward me, bend down, and nip at her ear. Kat told me she likes it rough, that the games others made her play are ones she wants to play with me, willingly.
I bite on her ear lobe, whispering in her ear, “Run.”
Kat giggles and I watch her feet strike the ground as she runs into the brush forest.
I walk slowly. Might as well let my prey believe she’s got a shot at winning. Where’s the fun in catching her too quickly? It’s the chase, the hiding and seeking that enhance the play. After Kat took a bullet and I thought I’d lose her, I vowed never to be rough with her again. To only make love to her, kiss her tenderly, and when we had sex, to do nothing more than gaze into her eyes with love. Until the day Kat herself told me she needed more. She needed the aggression. She wanted me to be rough and forceful. She told me that, with me, it wasn’t abusebut a necessary component of her pleasure. I think it’s her way of washing away the past and embracing who she is today.
The weather is warm even with the changing leaves starting to fall off the trees. It’s the time of year where beauty of autumnal colors arrive, but can still bask in the summer heat.
The leaves scrunch under my feet as I take off into the forest after the only woman I’ve ever loved. “Ready or not, Princess, here I come.”
Kat runs behind a tree, assuming I won’t find her, but the truth is she could go to the end of the world, and it still wouldn’t be far enough. I’ll always find her because Kat is an integral part of who I am. She’s the only person who knows all sides of me. She embraces it all, the good and the bad, and while our love may be imperfect, it’s ours to have and to hold. Ours is a love that transcends time and place, equally comfortable in the pits of hell or the clouds of heaven. Kat is everything to me, and I know I mean the world to her.
I walk gently on the forest floor so my feet don’t make a sound as I near the tree she’s hiding behind.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” I taunt.
Kat pokes her head from the other side, and panic flashes in her eyes before she darts into the forest.
“You can hide, but you can’t run, Kat. No matter where you go or what you do, I’ll always find you.” I sprint after her, long strides to catch up with her speed.
She laughs as she tries to climb a tree. She fails miserably and tumbles to the ground. She rises quickly, but she isn’t fast enough.
I dart my hand out and grab her arm, dragging her to me. “Looks like the big bad wolf caught you, Princess. Now get on your knees.”
“Make me.”
My fingers twist in her hair and I yank her head back. “Oh, I’ll make you, sweetheart.” I pull Kat to the ground harshly by her long dark hair. Her pretty eyes plead with me. “Look at you, pretty girl on your knees. My perfect slut. Tell me what you want, Kat?”
She moves her hands up my legs, gliding her fingers to my belt buckle. “I’m just going to take it.”
In a flash, I grab both her wrists pushing her against the trunk of a large oak. “You can only have it once you give me what I want, Princess. Tell Daddy what a dirty slut you are, how your pussy is soaked thinking about my cock filling it. Beg for me to use you like a fuck toy.”
“I’m not wet,” she says, eyes defiant.
Bending, I crush my lips to hers, getting lost in the taste that is so uniquely Kat. Perfect, sweet, and tantalizing. She parts her lips for me, welcoming me to deepen the kiss. Our kiss is like our love, a small fire that burns nonstop, an eternal flame that requires no stoking to keep warm. A flame that ignites with a single spark, bursts open into a volcano, and consumes all that it touches.
I nip gently at her bottom lip, and her breathing comes in a fast pant. I yank at the seam of her yoga pants, causing a tear in the center that exposes her pussy to me. I graze my knuckles along her slick center.
