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I fold the fabric into a makeshift blindfold and secure it over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Her breathing accelerates, shallow and quick. I run my hands down her sides, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.
I pause for only a moment, taking in the vision of her, bent over the fallen log, arms bound behind her, blindfolded with strips of her own torn clothing. Her ass is raised and skin flushed from the chase, the rope biting into her flesh, marking her as mine. Sunlight flickers through the trees, dancing across her trembling body.
I step forward and drag my hand down her spine, slow and deliberate, until she shivers. She gasps when I grip her hip, firm and possessive.
“No more running,” I murmur. “Try, and I’ll only chase you again.”
I shed my own clothes, never taking my eyes off her. Then, I stand behind her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other tracing patterns down her spine.
“Every inch of you belongs to me,” I warn her, my voice rough with desire. “Not because I caught you. Not because you’re bound. But because you chose this. You chose me.”
My hand traces down her spine, pressing just enough to make her arch deeper. The sound she makes, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, sends blood rushing to my cock. I drag my palm lower, over the curve of her ass, then crack it down in a sharp slap.
She jumps, a startled cry escaping her lips.
“That’s for running,” I say, watching the pink bloom across her skin. I deliver another slap, harder this time. “And that’s for making me work for it.”
Her body shivers, her thighs pressing together. I slide my knee between them, forcing them apart again. “No. Keep them open. I want to see what’s mine.”
She obeys immediately, her breath coming in quick pants. When I drag my fingers between her legs, I find her dripping. “Fuck,” I growl, circling her entrance. “Look how wet you are. Is this what running does to you? Knowing I’d hunt you down?”
I push two fingers inside her without warning, feeling her tighten around me. She’s slick and hot, her body gripping me like she never wants to let go. I work my fingers in deep, curling them forward to hit that spot that makes her moan.
“Cole,” she gasps, pressing back against my hand.
“Uh, uh,” I say, withdrawing my fingers completely. “Good girls wait for permission.”
She whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly. I grip them hard, holding her in place. I position myself behind her and drag the head of my cock through her slickness, pushing just the tip in, slowly. She tries to push back, but my grip keeps her still.
“Beg for it,” I command, my voice low and dangerous.
“Please,” she whispers, the word barely audible.
I lean over her, my chest against her restricted arms, my mouth at her ear. “Louder.”
“Please,” she says again, her voice breaking with need. “Please, Cole. I need you.”
I push in, inch by torturous inch, feeling her stretch around me. Her body resists at first, then yields, taking me deeper. When I’m fully seated, her ass flush against my hips, I pause, and savor the feeling of her wrapped around me, the sight of her bound and at my mercy.
Fuck,I hiss between my teeth, gripping the ropes at her back to hold her in place. “That’s it. Take it.”
Her moan muffles against the log, her body arches as I bottom out. I don’t give her time to adjust. I pull out almost all the way before slamming back in, hard enough to make her cry out.
Perfect.
“Who does that soaked little cunt answer to?” I ask, pulling back until only the tip remains inside her.
“You,” she gasps.
“Again.” I slam back in, so hard she cries out as my balls slap against her.
“You!” she says, louder this time. “I’m yours, Cole. Only yours.”
I fuck her hard, unrelenting, each thrust slamming her against the log with enough force to make the wood groan. My fingers dig into her hips, leaving marks that’ll linger for days. Her ragged moans break with every pounding stroke, blending with the wet slap of flesh and the hungry drag of my breath. The rustle of leaves and distant birdsong blur into background noise; this forest is our private stage.
I reach around and find her clit, swollen and throbbing with need. I circle it in brutal rhythm with my cock driving into her, watching her jolt and shudder like I’ve shocked her system. Her back bows, spine taut, the tension coiling tight through every muscle. She cries out as her pussy clamps around me, so tight it borders on pain. Fuck, she’s close. And I’m not done ruining her yet.
“That’s it,” I encourage, feeling her getting close. “Let me hear you. No one can hear us out here but the trees.”
