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“Anything for you, baby.” Bringing the bottle to her lips, I force her to drink some more.
Now used to the burn, she drinks more greedily, surrendering completely.
I count three more times she begs me to continue and instead I make her drink some more. She starts shuffling on her feet and resting more on me, her body heavy from the alcohol.
“Caden,” she slurs. “J-just fuck me.”
“I have to tell you a secret, little bee.” I take a swig of the whiskey, realizing there isn’t much left in the bottle. It wasn’t full, but there must have been just under half a bottle in there. She drank a lot.
“That time I found you drugged up and lifeless in that hotel room. Remember? Once I knew you weren’t in danger anymore…I was so fucking turned on, Billie. I lied the next day when I told you I liked you fighting. I do, but that night, seeing you there, all lethargic and helpless…it made me hard for you. You’re a strong woman, and having you in a state where you can’t fight back makes me ecstatic.”
She tries to pull away, but I hold her back. She can’t do much, too drunk to defend herself now.
“I’m going to hunt you before enjoying you.”
I look at the dark forest ahead of me and grind my hard cock against her ass.
“That’s not funny. I…” She sways, and I catch her. “Caden, that’s not okay.”
“I know,” I say as I breathe her scent. She smells of raspberries, mint, and whiskey. “I know it’s not fuckingokay, Billie. But I want to do it. It’s not too late to tap out.”
As I say that, I press a finger to her wet entrance.
“No,” she pants. “I want you. I want you, and all the dark things you like to do to me.”
I press a little harder against her pussy before retreating. “I’m going to fuck you. But first, I’m going to chase you.”
I rip the blindfold off and let go of her. She shifts on her feet as she tries to catch her balance. She turns to me, her eyes glossy from how much she drank.
“Run.”
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BILLIE
DIE4u - Bring Me The Horizon
I trip on myself the moment I attempt to run. Managing to catch myself against a tree, I glance back at Caden. He’s a being of the night, fitting in with the darkness like a demon fits in hell. His black hair is messy, thick strands falling in his moss-green eyes. The only light around us is the moon shining above us, but I know the moment I run deeper into the forest, that will disappear, too.
He flashes me his most wicked smile as he slowly walks toward me. The devil is silently telling me he is going to make me his.
Inhaling a sharp breath, I face forward again and start running. I was freezing cold when I arrived, but the whiskey and the fact that Caden has just spent nearly half an hour touching me and bringing me close to the breaking point have warmed me. I’m already out of breath despite having barely started. I’m drunk. MMA training keeps me away from drugs and liquor, but now that I have nothing to look forward to, I don’t really care anymore.
Fuck, I had completely forgotten how lethargic my body can feel from drinking too much. My legs weigh a ton, and everything around me is fuzzy. I don’t think I’ve run five minutes when I must stop. I brace a hand on the closest tree, bending over as the world tilts around me.
I didn’t even know this was something Caden wanted to do. Having me completely helpless so he can use me? Of course, he would want that since he loves abusing me.
The fact that he gave me an out for the first time makes me feel safer with him. I glance around and see trees among trees, among more trees. That’s all there is. The forest is alive, branches creaking, owls hooting. I laugh to myself. Safe? With Caden King? Who the fuck am I kidding?
Something snaps behind me, so I twist around. His shadow walks through the trees like a monster coming to get me. I’m little red riding hood, and Caden is the big bad wolf.
A giggle escapes me, excited by the chase. I start my race again. My belly is heavy from alcohol, my clit sensitive in the cold air, and my mind entirely free.
My foot catches around something, and I practically watch in slow motion as I fly forward and crash against the ground.
I grunt as my knees and hands are cut from landing in muddy soil. Going on all fours to catch a breath before getting back up, I look down at my pale hands against the dark ground. My hair is falling in front of my face, and I shake my head.
“What a stupid idea to wear a white skirt,” I mumble to myself, my mouth feeling like cotton.
