Page 13 of Wicked Games

The soaking wet shirt clings to my skin and even though it’s hot and muggy out, a shiver raises goosebumps across my skin. The hissing interrupts the sound of my heavy breathing from behind me. My body trembles as I slowly turn around and come face to face with a large alligator. “Oh shit,” I whisper. “Fuck, what the fuck?” I inch backward toward the way I came. The sound of twigs snapping behind me doesn’t even register as I keep my eyes on the beast in front of me.

“We done told you dere was gators out ‘ere, chére. Guess you jus had ta go find one for yourself.” Wilder chuckles.

“What do I do?” I whisper, not looking away from the teeth that are snapping in front of me.

“We should let it eat ya for runnin’.” Ollie snaps.

“Please,” I step backward toward the sound of their voices. “Please don’t let it eat me. I don’t wanna die.” The gator moves toward me, hissing and snapping its jaws. “I’ll go…I’ll go with you back to the house. Please, I swear I’ll be good. Just don’t let it eat me.”

Chapter 11

Wilder

Ollie and I stare at the gator that’s threatening our girl, and glance over at each other, chuckling. This girl would run straight to the swamp. I shake my head and raise my eyebrow at Ollie before moving forward. “Go stand wid Ollie,” I say, stepping in front of her so that I'm now the focus of the gator’s attention. Marlowe’s feet shuffle in the dirt as she inches backward.

“I got ‘er,” Ollie confirms.

I stick out my boot and push down on the gator’s mouth. It hisses back at me. “Gon an git now, you.” I nudge it back toward the water and, after a minute, it crawls backward, slinking into the murky depths. The sigh of relief from behind me has a smile spreading across my face. “Now chére, I wouldn’t feel too relieved now. We gon have ta punish ya for runnin’.”

“P-punish me,” she stutters. “H-how do you mean?”

“Well, we were gon let your first time wit us be all tender-like. How it should be. But dat’s only for good girls. You gon have ta earn dat tender lovemakin’, chére.” I cluck my tongue in disappointment.

Marlowe’s face flushes a lovely hue of pink that spreads from her cheeks to across her nose. Ollie and I smirk at each other. He bends down to whisper in her ear. “Ya wanna run again? We do love the chase.”

She nods her head.

“How’s ’bout we make a wager?” I offer.

Her eyes lock on mine. “If you make it back ta da house before we catch yous, we’ll take turns and be nice about it. Agreed?” I look at Ollie. He scrunches his face and shrugs.

“It’s good wit me.” He agrees.

Marlowe moves away from Ollie to where she can see both of us. “You want to chase me, don’t you?” She pans from Ollie to me. “This turns you on?”

“More dan you can ever imagine, chére. Jus ‘bout as much as I wanna spank dat ass of yours for runnin’.” Ollie says, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together.

“Jus as much as I wan' ta fuck dat ass,” I interject. “So what’s it gon be? You gon run an’ try ta make it back, or you gon let us take you right here, how we want?”

“I’ll get lost. I-I don’t know my way back. It’s not a fair agreement.” She stammers, her lip trembling. Tears begin to fall down her cheeks.

Ollie rolls his eyes. “She a tricky one. We gon have ta watch out.” He steps forward, grabs her arm, and spins her around. Ollie points to the west, through the trees. “If you go in a straight line dat way, bout’ ten minutes, you’ll hit da back road. Dat road leads ta da back of da house an’ property. If you is waiting at da breakfast table for us, you win. We’ll forget about da punishment an be sweet ta ya.”

Marlowe’s eyes widen as she takes in Ollie’s instructions. She wipes away her tears, determination replacing the fear in her gaze. “Alright,” she says, her voice steady. “I accept.”

Ollie smirks, releasing her arm. “Good. We like a girl who’s up for a lil' adventure.” He turns to me and nods. “Let’s give ‘er a head start, shall we?”

I nod in agreement, stepping back as Marlowe takes off into the dense foliage. The thrill of the chase courses through my veins, a primal instinct awakening. Ollie and I exchange a glance, the excitement burning in our eyes.

We give Marlowe a few moments before we start our pursuit. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as we navigate the swampy terrain. The sounds of nature surround us, but our focus is solely on catching our prey.

“We gon let ‘er win ain't we?” Ollie chuckles.

“You t'ink we should?” I ask.

“You wan her hatin’ us right away?” He says, giving me a knowing look. “Hatin’ us more dan she already does?”

The look of disappointment on my face makes him laugh. “I enjoy fuckin’ in da dirt. It makes me feel one wit nature.”

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