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I’m enjoying this little game more than I should be. Not hide-and-go-seek, but hunter-and-prey. The hunter has all the advantages—although he doesn’t always win. But in this case, it’s inevitable.
Even before I worked here, I played in this cave as a young child. I know it intimately. Every corner, every hiding place, all the passageways that lead to dead ends. I could give her a fifteen-minute head start and still find her.
I slip off my shoes while I wait for the time to pass. And I listen. I synchronize my watch to the timer. And I listen.
I hear her turn left at the end of the center aisle.Right would have given her a better chance.
My pulse begins to race as I wait for the chase to begin.
When the five minutes are up, I proceed stealthily, pursuing her one step at a time, my bare feet silent on the stone floor.
I don’t follow her path. That’s what she expects. Instead, I advance toward her, staying some distance away. And I listen.
There’s a telling squeak, and a scrape. She’s wedged herself between two casks. I would wager my last dollar on it.Oh Princesa, you’re trapped, and I’m coming for you.
My heart is hammering. My dick is aching for her tight little cunt.I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I step heavily onto the stone floor. I want her to know I’m searching for her—that I’m not too close, but not too far away either. I want her rattled. I want the pulse in her neck thrumming strong.
If I close my eyes, I can almost smell her fear. Almost taste the salt on her skin.
When only a row of casks separate us, I check my watch.Three minutes. I won’t risk taking it down to the last seconds, in case she runs. I’ll want a minute to chase her.
I hope she runs. God, I want to end this hunt with a run.
With a minute left, I slither around the corner and grab her shoulders from behind.
She screams. It’s the shaky scream of someone caught by surprise. Her pulse is pounding, and I feel the surrender in the slump of her shoulders.
The timer echoes in the cave.
“I captured you,” I murmur near her ear. “You’re mine.”
She whimpers, and it takes everything I have not to fuck her on the cold floor.
With the lights off, I drag her into the aisle, snake my fingers into her silky hair, and claim her mouth. She doesn’t fight me.
Her surrender is glorious.
I brush the hair off her flushed, damp skin. “You’re beautiful, and there are so many other things I’d rather do to you than punish you.”
“Please, just get it over with,” she pants.
I turn the timer off and slide the phone into my pocket.
It’s quiet now. The only sound is her labored breath.
I take her by the hand, threading my fingers through hers, and lead her to a barrel deep in the cave. A barrel that’s the perfect height, where her toes will dangle just above the floor.
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Antonio
When we’re deep in the cave, beside the wooden cask that holds my prized Port, I pull out my knife and slice through her shirt, exposing her luscious tits. The tips are beaded tight, and it takes everything I have not to lower my head and suck one into my hungry mouth. But if I do, we’ll never get the punishment behind us, because I won’t be able to stop with just a small taste.
“Lie over the barrel,” I murmur into her hair. “With your gorgeous ass in the air.”
She shudders but doesn’t hesitate.
