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He released me and stepped back. A fog of darkness rolled in and surrounded him, like I imagined how the devil would look if he appeared out of nowhere.
He seethed, working his hands into fists. His breathing became rough and rapid, like a bull huffing and puffing smoke out of his nose. “Gimme your fucking word!”
“Unicorn!” I screamed, wholly startled by his snap personality change.
“Now run!” he roared into the overcast day.
I took off without thinking twice. Running with my hands zip-tied behind my back wasn’t easy, especially when my foot slipped in the snow every few steps.
I didn’t dare look back to see where Rocky was. I’d learned long ago to stay focused on getting away because anything else slowed me down and gave Rocky the upper hand.
To fulfill my love’s need to chase, capture, and fuck me in the woods, I played along with his CNC kink. Pretended to be terrified when I actually wasn’t. No question he’d scared the crap out of me many times, but in the end, I’d always known he wouldn’t take the rape play too far.
I trusted Rocky with my life.
My throat and lungs burned from breathing with my mouth open. It was exhausting to run in frigid temperatures. I was expelling more energy than I was used to.
I dialed in to the sounds around me. I couldn’t hear Rocky.
This was the part of the chase that put me on edge. My imagination took over when I couldn’t see or hear Rocky; nothing was scarier than my violent thoughts. I still blamed the horror flicks I’d watched as a kid.
When I had a child, I would police their television and movie viewing better than my parents had.
My pace slowed, and the muscles in my legs screamed.
“Where are you, Rocky?” I whispered, hunching over to catch my breath. My heart thundered against my ribs as I darted my gaze left and right.
Movement in the trees caught my attention. I sprang up and stilled like a doe being hunted. A rustling came from the right. He was zeroing in on me.
I sensed his excitement, predatory hunger, and arousal. His massive cock was swollen and thick, straining in his pants. I bet he wanted to take my ass today. Yes, of course he did, hence the zip ties.
Chasing me took Rocky to a heightened level of sexual intoxication. No drug or alcohol could match the ecstasy he experienced during a chase. He was wild and feral, a beast in leather, and a sexually charged psycho obsessed with my pussy.
Post-chase adrenaline could linger for weeks… for both of us. It was an ongoing high only Rocky and I could have together because we were soul mates, lovers, and friends. No other high could compete with what we gave each other.
A connection like ours, our bond, was everlasting.
Like a savage beast, he burst through the thicket, wearing a black ski mask.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. The asshole knew masks of any kind terrified me. Stupid horror movies. I took off running, but I was sluggish. My energy and pep quickly dwindled as I battled for traction in the snow. It didn’t help I was wearing boots and a heavy coat. Both were weighing me down.
“Gimme your cunt, little slut!” he roared as he closed in on me.
“No, you fucking freak!” I shouted back.
“I’ll punish you for that.” Rocky hated the word freak when directed at him. I only called him one during sex, to amp him up. Today he needed to work out his aggression and pain before I left, and I would happily offer myself to him.
“Only if you can catch me.” I laughed dramatically and picked up my speed.
Another roar scraped down my spine when he tackled me to the ground.
I screamed and struggled to no avail.
Rocky had packed on forty pounds of muscle over the last two years. He truly was a beast… a savage one at times.
He wasted no time, pulling my pants down and freeing his cock. My head was smashed in the snow, which I didn’t like but would deal with as best I could.
I dialed in to the rip of the condom packet and gave him just enough time to roll it on before I launched into my script. “Get off me!” I yelled, feeding him the lines he longed to hear. “Please, sir. Please let me go. Please don’t hurt me.”
