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“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, Gage!”
His lips cover where he’d cut me with his blade, mouth sucking at it and moaning like my blood is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
“You’d best be my good little whore, or you’ll get more than a fucking bite,” he tells me, flipping me over and pulling my hips upward until I’m on my knees.
“I’ll be good,” I promise, breaking scene and not fighting when he shimmies my pants down and finds me bare.
His answering slap against my cold skin leaves a sting behind, and my pussy clenches, my lower belly growing heavy with anticipation.
“Where are your panties?”
“At home,” I breathe, wiggling my ass in the air teasingly.
He grumbles something under his breath that I don’t catch, but the next thing I know his teeth are sinking into my ass cheek. The bite seems to go on and on as the pain winds through me like a winter wind, my moan dragging out as he lets it continue.
When he releases me, a throbbing remains.
“This ass is mine, and it’s to be covered. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, stalker!” I answer, and he groans, rubbing over where he’s bitten. Taking in his handwork. I will, too. Tomorrow, while I’m alone, I’ll turn in the mirror, look at all the marks my voyeur has left behind to tell me I’m his. And it’ll make my heart hum.
“Find something to hold onto. You made me work for it tonight, prey. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,” he tells me, and I scramble to lift onto an uprooted portion of tree, hanging on as instructed.
“Good fucking girl,” he mumbles, and the praise washes over me, coating in my warmth through the frigid night.
His cock finds my entrance, ripping me open like his blade already had.
“Fuck!” we shout at the same time.
He wasn’t lying. He fucks me hard and fast. Skin slaps, echoing through the woods. Fallen twigs nip at my knees, and bark bites into my palms. But I’m lost.
He’s filling me, stretching me, and he earned it. He hunted me through the wilderness behind our house for the last hour. I made him work for it.
I’m getting better at running.
But the problem is, I always want to be found.
“Gage! Fuck!” I sputter.
It won’t be long and we’ll both be coming, but there’s always tomorrow. And the next night. And he never makes it any less fun. Whether we’re in the house, and I’m handcuffed and bleeding for him, or were running through the wooded property behind the house that he’d painstakingly fenced off to outsiders, I’m a goner.
My stalker invaded my life and my soul long ago, and each day with him is a fucking ride. One I’ll never get off.
He tugs my hair into his grip, yanking my head backward, kissing me awkwardly, his thrusts shallowing.
He breaks the kiss. “Tell me, prey, do you like this cock? Does it make you feel good?”
I nod the best I can in his hold. “I love your cock. It feels so good!”
The admission tightens my pussy, making me near finish, and he hisses.
His hand slips out of my hair and around my throat as he uses it as leverage to fuck me even harder.
Each thrust nearly takes my breath, and the night air is burning my lungs, but I never want it to end.
“Goddammit, you feel so good,” he grits, and it’s what makes my eyes roll back and my body bend to him.
“Gage!” I whimper, mouth dropping open as I come.
