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Rocky (RJ)
It’d been two weeks since I’d blindfolded and tied Ella up. She was everything and more than I’d ever imagined a guy like me could have: beautiful, caring, intelligent, sweet, and gutsy. But there was one more layer to my dark desires I wasn’t sure she could handle—the chase.
When I was a child, my mom had been so fucked up, she hardly noticed me. At school, my teachers would ask if I was okay at home and felt safe. I lied, of course, as most children would. I’d been embarrassed and ashamed of the heinous things forced upon me. I had hidden the truth by acting overly happy and confident, to get them off my back. That was around when I’d had to endure the chase—between the ages of eight and eleven.
I had quickly learned that if the hunter couldn’t catch me, I would be okay. Once, when I was ten, I spent three days in the woods, hiding until my mom came looking for me and yelling my name. Several months had passed before I had to do another chase. They weren’t a regular occurrence, but even once was too much if I was caught. The terror I’d experienced running for my life so I wouldn’t get captured and abused had left massive scars on my soul.
The last and final chase had ended in murder. I’d been caught, and somehow, I’d gotten my hands on a rock, pushed him off me, and smashed his skull into the ground. I’d gone fucking crazy. Two days later, Uncle Keg and Vegas found me covered in blood beside the corpse. They’d been searching for me when a missing person alert had gone out for the sheriff. They’d taken me home, cleaned me up, and I spent the following weeks locked in my bedroom. I couldn’t remember what had transpired for a long time. But now I knew that I’d had dissociative amnesia.
I was all kinds of fucked up but also a survivor. And I would never be controlled or manipulated again.
The chase could be a deal-breaker for Ella, and she might think I was sick in the head. No question I was, but many people had rape fantasies. It wasn’t like I wanted to hurt Ella. Having control over the victim instead ofbeing the victimgave me a rush of power and dominance I couldn’t get anywhere else.
After almost three months together and easing Ella into my depravity, I believed she could get into being chased—overpowered—and she’d enjoy it. She was way more mature than I was at sixteen, and it was only role-playing but also a hard pass for most women I’d discovered over the years. They couldn’t handle it. In my gut, I was confident Ella could take anything I did to her because she was my person, spirit animal, and soul mate.
“I want to put my mark on you.” I kissed her nose.
“What kind of mark?”
“A tattoo.” We were at our spot and cuddling on the blanket. It was a sunny afternoon, days before Halloween. Winter would arrive soon, then we wouldn’t be able to come out here until the snow melted away in the spring.
“My parents wouldn’t approve.”
“Once it’s done, what can they do?” I wouldn’t do the chase with her if she refused to get my mark. I needed to bind us together in a visible way so the world knew she was mine. Knocking her up would be the ultimate symbol, but we were both too young, and I would never do that to Ellayet. I wanted her to finish high school before I put my baby in her.
“True.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“Yes. When do you want to do it?”
“Now.” I launched to my feet and reached for her hand.
“Now?” she screeched. “But I have to work in a couple of hours.”
“Then we better hurry.”
Fifteen minutes later, Ella was in the tattoo chair, and my buddy Daxton was working on her hand. The whizzing buzz of the ink machine made me horny as fuck, watching my girl get the first of two of my marks.
“This isn’t so bad.” She smiled at me.
I nodded and stroked the top of her other hand. She didn’t know I had a second tattoo in mind, and she wouldn’t until the time was right.
“So this is Ella?” Daxton asked. He kept his head down while working on her hand.
“Yeah.”
“Gotta say, I never thought you’d claim a woman.”
Ella’s green eyes darted toward mine.
“Me either, but she’s it for me.”
“Obviously, since you’re putting HB on her.”
“You know that’s how it’s done in the club. All old ladies must be marked so no one fucks with them.”
