Page 126 of Her Sloth

She slides her hand out of me, pushes my legs down, kisses me, trails down to my ear where her warm breath hits my skin.

“Run, pet. I’ll give you a sixty-second head start.”

With that, she leans back, gets off the bike, and pulls a mask from the bike’s storage compartment under the seat.

My mouth drops open as she’s putting it on. It’s a skull mask that lets her blue eyes shine through in such a dangerously hot and creepy way it sends a shudder down my spine.

She’s really doing it.

The way she looks with it.

Fuck me.

I pull my pants up and swing myself off the tank.

One last glance.

I bite my bottom lip with all my teeth because I want to giggle as much as I am aware of what will happen

“Run, pet,” she says in a dangerous growl as she puts on a leg holder for the gun that’s in the compartment. She brought a fucking gun.

Her head tilts slowly.

It looks actually quite scary, but also way too hot. Her long legs. The tight leather pants. The gun. The mask.

“Run, or I might change my mind and take you right here.”

It’s when I realize I just stand there, gaping at her like an idiot.

So, I run.

Not really fast.

Because too much of me wants her to catch me.

I follow down a path and then decide it might be the better idea to go off track. So I turn right, away from the lake and into the forest. I hate that I have no clue where I am or where I'm running to.

I trot towards a spot with some more trees.

“I can hear you pant, pet,” she shouts somewhere behind me, and I dart further away up a hill with some bushes and hedges where I hide.

I hear footsteps rustling through the fallen leaves from last year.

“Mhhhhm,” she rumbles through the mask as I crouch behind one of the bushes. How the hell did she find me so fast?

“I can smell you, pet,” she says that moment, and then she is right behind me.

I scream and jump up, lunging away through the bush; one of its branches scratches my arm.

And then I lose my balance and roll down the hill I just climbed.

I scatter onto all fours after reaching the bottom; she’s not even running but walking after me, gun in her hand.

I really want to run, but it’s just too hot. She is an actor through and through, a very, very good one.

She stands above me.

Steps between my legs.