Page 74 of Cut Me Down

His eyes look feral. Those icy globes are filled with feral energy. The color is more piercing than ever, and his pupil’s contract to smooth points as he snarls his lip at me. Demanding that I comply without words. He wants to play a game. A competition of predator and prey, and I can already feel the temptation to run flood my body. My brain should be sending red flag signals. Telling me that participating is dangerous and reckless, but it isn’t. Instead, I feel excitement and anticipation, my legs already moving with energy.

I want to play.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” He quickly snaps the button on my jeans. Breaking it free and sliding his hand into my jeans. He begins to massage my clit. Those thick fingers pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves with perfect pressure. Until he quickly slides them down and inside me. All while switching my clitoral stimulation to his thumb. The moan that escapes my mouth is long, drug out, and quite possibly loud enough to draw attention to us. Almost a sound of relief to finally feel something against my aching core. That thought almost excites me even more. I might actually have the courage to let him take me right here. “And right now, you wantme. So yes, Ashia. Thirty seconds, and trust me, I won’t keep you waiting. Though, I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you this time.”Good.

He lunges. Attacking my lips with a hot, searing kiss, and then pulls back with a pinch to my clit.

“One.” He groans through gritted teeth.

“Two.” The words flies out my mouth in a teasing tone as I take off sprinting toward the trees. There’s nothing but adrenaline and newfound confidence running through my veins. My arousal spreads between my legs with every step as I aim for the thick line of oak trees and underbrush.

Now that his fingers aren’t in my pussy, I don’t care how badly I want him, he’s not fucking me in front of all of these people. Though, I can’t stop the smile that sprouts on my face at the thought that he can’t wait or resist me either. He always looks like he wants to devour me. As if I was a meal fit for the devil, but tonight? This was different. This was a yearning that I never believed someone would feel for me, Complete and utter addiction, and I can slowly feel myself getting a contact high.

A bunch of strangers won’t see me fuck him, but only because every inch of him is mine to take. I need to get as far away from the crowd of people as I can. Irritation scratches at my throat to thought of someone seeing or hearing us, because I have a feeling this is going to be the most intense and halfway terrifying experiences he’s brought me. He wants to play? Oh, we’ll play.

The branches of the dense bushes and trees rub against my arm roughly as I push through the tree line. Scratching the skin lightly and catching on my shirt sleeve as I pass, but I ignore it. That determination and arousal is driving me forward. My breaths come out shallow and quick, but I know that’s mostly from being so turned on. Every step that I take into the rough dirt and weed infested grass is adding weight to my desire. How long has it been? Ten seconds? Fifteen?

I’ve lost count. I don’t know how much longer I have left. I'm so far into the forest now that I’ve lost sight of the parking lot. Looking over my shoulder, I see nothing but the warm glow from the lights. I’m impressed with the distance I’ve covered in a small amount of time, but that self-pride is quickly overshadowed by anxiety. If I can’t see the lot or the bike, that means I can’t see him. Shit. Maybe I should’ve thought this through a little more.

My distracted gaze finally turns back, but not quick enough to stop myself from stumbling onto a small rock. Only small enough to jolt my body to the side and against a small bush, but enough to delay my pace and bring him closer. So, I recover quickly and keep my pace. Shifting my gaze to every sound of crunching leaves or twigs snapping. Causing me to change direction. I know that Damien has most likely already begun his hunt. He’s following me closely. He has to be. He’d never let me get away so easily, and he’d never leave me writhing like this. Especially with how I just teased him.

God, why did I do that? Why did I think taunting this sex-God was a good idea? He’s probably thinking of all the ways he can edge me until I pass out or string me up by a tree branch. The way he fucks and talks so dirty? He definitely has some other tricks up his sleeve, and I just opened the consent door as wide as it could go and dared him.

I run until I reach a clearing. The small glade is only lit by the light of the moon, and I stop for a moment to catch my breath. The cool air whips through the trees and carries my hair with it. Thrashing the long strands behind me and causing a few to brush against my face. I lift my head and swipe the thick strands away, and when I take notice of the sky, I freeze. I almost forgot how many stars are in our view of space when it’s not masked by city lights.

The almost blackened sky is lit up by the constellations. Illuminating the few mists of clouds to a lighter shade of smoke. It’s breathtaking. Peaceful. Wholesome. One of those moments I beg for when everything melts away. There’s no past or future. Nothing to regret or fear. Just a moment to suck in the tranquility. The only sounds within earshot are my own heavy breathing, crickets chirping, and the quiet crunch of a twig. Oh, God.

Tearing my gaze from the sky, and taking a frantic look around, I try to pinpoint the location of that sound. Knowing it’s Damien. My anxiety begins to eat at me as I take slower, quieter, more cautious steps towards the center of the clearing. I shouldn’t feel like this. I was so ready. Having fun and getting excited about doing something so alluring and devious. Why do I do this to myself? He can't promise he won’t hurt me? If he can tie me and string me up in the bedroom, imagine what he could do to me here. There are sharp rocks all around, now there’s no escape in sight, and I'm far enough into the forest that no one could hear my screams.

A part of me wonders if I led my stalker to my grave, but the other part of me knows that’s ridiculous. What if this is what he’s been waiting for? Get me comfortable enough so I go with him willingly? Not that any of this hasn’t been willing, but I'm much more comfortable now. I'm being crazy. I know that. I’ve witnessed my paranoia control me for years, and my mind is playing Devil’s Advocate. Knowing my thoughts are wrong, and baseless, but not stopping my cruel imagination.

He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me…

I pull his jacket up to my nose again and fade into thoughts of him holding me under these stars. He wouldn’t treat me the way he has been if he was just going to kill me. Holding me the way he did after my nightmares, bathing me, coming to my rescue. If he wanted me dead, there was every opportunity. He wants this as much as I do. I just haven’t allowed myself to admit that I want this.Those damn voices.He hasn’t done anything to deserve my doubt.

“You made it so easy, little wolf, it’s as if you wanted to be found.” His voice echoes through the trees.

“Maybe I did.” I retort, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice as I think of what he could do to me out here. Perhaps he was taking it easy on me before. I don’t know how any of those positions were easy, but this is a whole new environment. A merciless game. One that could quite possibly end with him claiming me completely. I'm so turned on from this game. The anticipation building up as if any minute he’s going to pop out and scare me into an orgasm. But what if I'm wrong to trust him?

While I know deep down he won’t hurt me enough to kill me, there are a million things before death. I learned that the hard way, and now that I’m so wrapped up in him, there’s no way to escape him. My arm starts to tingle, but I swat it away with my hand.Determined to put an ounce of the faith he has in me, into him.

Remember to try and trust him…even if he doesn’t know that you do.

“Walk backwards, Ashia.” I obey his threatening command. One small step at a time, I walk. Listening to the leaves and weeds crunch and snap under the pressure. There’s slight movement to my left, but once I catch it and snap my head in that direction, it’s gone. “You’re so paranoid. Are you afraid of me?” He taunts.

“No.” I say truthfully. Even through the shiver that runs down my spine. His voice is everywhere. Bouncing off of the trees and floating through the air like a dense fog. Making it impossible to pinpoint his location. That is, until I back into him. His hardened torso of muscles forces me to flinch. In one fluid movement, he wraps his arms around my stomach. Flattening one palm against the soft flesh and sliding his other hand down and back into my pants. Immediately slipping two fingers into my entrance again. Causing lewd noises to pierce the air.

“You’re always so wet for me, baby girl. Do you like our little game?” I feel his head nudge mine, but I feel something hard as well. It’s cold and smooth. Like thick plastic. He removes his hand, whisking his fingers through my folds before stalking to stand in front of me. He steps towards me in a demonic glide, guiding me to continue backward, and I can’t stop myself from instinctively stepping back. Feeling smaller and more vulnerable with every step we take.

In the moonlight, I see him appear. Looking more menacing and malicious than ever with a grainy, detailed skull mask on his face. It’s eerie and contradicting with his features. Distorting his face into a vision that is only shown in horror films or nightmares. The white shines through the dark hair falling on his forehead. Only accentuating his piercing eyes. The mask doesn’t cover his whole face, just from his cheek bones up, like the mouth was left open on purpose. The gentle, yet sharp crevices of the mask scream fear. Fuck. After earlier, I feel myself writhing, practically begging for him to touch me. Clenching my thighs together and squirming for any friction.

“I know how you like your villains and horror men in masks, but I figured you'd like your savior in one too.” I feel myself back against a tree. Taking the chance to plaster myself to its rough surface and watch as he takes off his belt. He loops one end around his fist and uses his free hand to clasp my jaw. Yanking and pulling my face close enough to him so I feel his breath graze my face. “Take off your clothes.”

Swallowing more harshly than I intended to, I take off his jacket. The loss of the heavy fabric, and one step closer to what I want, edging me to keep going and shed the rest of my clothes without hesitation. My body burns with the desire for him to touch me, the sensation radiating through every vein and artery all the way down to my throbbing vagina.

“Now put that jacket back on.” I gladly do as he says, and I love how the leather rubs against my body, the material caressing me as softly as his hands do. The jacket is huge on me, but as I watch his eyes roam over my open and exposed body, I can feel the hunger and arousal radiating off of him. He presses his tense and strong body against mine, and I whimper to the feeling of his swollen erection against my stomach.

“Please, Damien…” He runs both hands up my arms. Lifting them and holding my wrists together in the air as he loops his belt around the tree. Clasping my hands above me and stringing me up like a witch at the stake. My feet don't have much to stand on. I’m practically dangling. My body is stretched taut and elongated enough for every muscle to stretch.

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