My patience wears thin as she turns on the plastic dick, the sound of vibrations rippling through the air, merging with my heavy breathing. She reaches around, sliding her finger beneath the string of her panties that is wedged between her ass cheeks, pulling them to one side. I have to stifle the growl crawling up my throat, my hand immediately grasping my cock as the throb intensifies.
Hold on a little longer, Hell.I tell myself.
Placing her cheek on the bed, only her ass in the air, she starts by teasing her clit with the vibrations before slipping it inside her pussy. She thrusts a few times but seems unsatisfied, then she does something that almost breaks my will to live. She moves the toy to her asshole, and my eyes involuntarily close, my forehead gently resting against the closet door, my jaw tense. I'm seconds away from punishing her for driving me so fucking insane.
When I finally open my eyes, I see her easing it into her little pink ring, her brows pinched together, and her mouth dropping open as she stretches her tight hole out, inch by inch.
Fucking hell. I can't stop myself. I start stroking my hard cock over my jeans, trying to relieve the unbearable ache building inside me.
Once the dildo is all the way inside, she keeps her fingers pinched around the base, waiting a moment to adjust to the sensation, then, when she's ready, she begins fucking herself, her thrusts becoming erratic, driving the toy deep inside her and the sweet melody of her moans fill the air.
She reaches between her legs with her other hand, frantically rubbing her clit at the same time, her eyes closed tight and with a gasp, she finally becomes lost in her pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out.
My strokes over my dick grow rapid, my hand moving roughly over the curve of my hardness in the same rhythm as her thrusts, almost tempted to flop my fucking cock out so I can get a better grip and come up the closet door if I have to.
As her breathing picks up, so does mine in perfect sync, almost ready to bust, until she suddenly screams something that stops me entirely. “Oh yes, Hell, just like that!”
My blood ignites, my eyes widening, and finally, I snap.
Without a second thought, I smash through the door, interrupting her near orgasm. I stand there, struggling to breath, my gloved hands opening and closing like an utter maniac.
She's instantly startled, jumping off the bed with a wobble in her legs, and her dildo falls out of her ass, dropping to the floor with a thud. Her breathing is erratic, her chest heaving with every breath she takes, matching my own, and her pretty blue eyes are expanded with terror. I take a small step forward, causing her to push herself closer to the window.
“Run, run, run, little dolly. Run as fast as you can. Because if I catch you, I'll make you obey my every command,” I bite out, the poisonous rhyme rolling off my tongue.
With a flick of my blade, she bolts to the door without hesitation. I pause, taking in the aftermath of how she moaned my fucking name. As the sound of the trailer door being swung open reaches my ears, I turn my focus to her dildo lying on the floor. I bend down, my fingers closing tightly around it as I lift it, then I calmly step toward the door, ready to pursue her.
Exiting the trailer, half-naked and exposed to the downpour, I feel the weight of the rain on my flushed skin as I dart around the trailer, my bare feet skimming over the sodden ground. With each step, the squelching mud, and sharp twigs tear at my feet, but I continue, driven by sheer desperation. The darkness of the woods engulfs me as I plunge deeper, my heart pounding in my chest with every cold breath and panic claws at my throat, knowing I have to escape him at all costs. Why did he have to hear that? What the fuck was he doing in my closet? This is the worst possible scenario, and his crazed demeanor showed me that there's no turning back now. He has officially cracked, and I am the prey he is hunting.
When I throw a glance over my shoulder, I spot his shadowy figure calmly trailing behind me, his blade glinting menacingly in the dim light, hood drawn over his head.
Suddenly, I lose my footing, crashing frontally to the ground with a thud. I ignore the mud soaking through my little clothing and scramble to my feet, pushing forward in a frenzied attempt to get away from him, even if deep down I know I won't outrun him, it’s worth a fucking try.
In a bold move born of desperation, I stop and turn to face him, his glowing eyes piercing the darkness, almost like they're floating towards me as he closes in.
My heart races as I frantically search my surroundings until I spot a sturdy tree nearby and I dart behind its massive trunk. I begin to climb, my fingers and toes struggling to find grip on the slick bark, but despite the difficulty, I refuse to give up, inching closer to the branch above.
Just as I reach for it, I hear the sounds of him getting closer, his heavy boots crunching over the undergrowth, but with a final burst of adrenaline, I hoist myself onto the limb while feeling the wind of his grab strike my leg. I scramble to safety just in time with a terrified squeak escaping me.
I balance upright on the branch and gaze down at him, my heart pounding in my chest as fear courses through my veins. His face, streaked with rain and paint, exudes a haunting aura that sends a shiver through me.
For a moment, we lock eyes in a tense standoff, the weight of unspoken threats hanging between us. Then, breaking the silence, he makes a gesture with his fingers. “Come on down, Noir. I’m going to show you what Hell looks like,” he taunts.
I give a defiant shake of my head, lowering myself into a crouched position on the branch, fixing him with a glare that dares him to come closer.
“Just leave me alone, Hell. We agreed you would!” I yell, my voice quivering from the cold.
His eyes glint with wickedness as he tilts his head down slightly, shadowing his face beneath his hood as he responds.
“You either come the fuck down, or I’ll climb up and—” his voice trails off, leaving the threat in the air like a dark cloud and he positions the knife's tip against the rough trunk, dragging the blade along the surface as he carefully circles the tree, chanting a twisted melody of his own creation.
“Noir and Hell, fucking in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G,” he jeers, his lips curling into a malevolent smirk.
My eyes roll with frustration, my jaw set tight, the urgency to escape him pulsing through my veins. Without thinking clearly, I wait and as soon as he comes into view, rounding the corner, I swiftly drop down, my hands instinctively latching onto the branch. With a forceful swing of my legs, my feet collide with his strong chest, the impact momentarily stunning him, causing him to take a step backwards. Yet, he is still unaffected, and he quickly snatches my ankle, his grip brutal and strong. I frantically shake my leg, desperately clinging on, my fingers slipping against the soaked wood.
A sinister grin spreads across his face before he suddenly yanks me down, sending me crashing to the ground with a resounding thud and pain shoots through my back, knocking the wind out of my lungs.
