Page 67 of Run For Me
It falls silent for just a moment before I break it with, “What?”
He chuckles again, the sound dark and threatening. In a move only a professional could pull off, he sweeps my feet out from under me and gets me on the ground, his body on top of mine.
Beneath me, the dirt and leaves are freezing and hard, but his body above me is warm and large. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified.
He thrusts against me, something thick and hard pressing against my core that almost hurts. I didn’t realize it got that hard. Now I understand the term hard as a rock, because that’s how he feels.
“Please don’t,” I whimper.
“You’ll be thanking me tomorrow.” His voice is clear when he says it, and then something is being pulled over my head. I reach up to take it off, but he snatches my hands and ties them together. Everything is cold, and I can hardly move my limbs. I’m shivering.
“This… this is… oh my god,” I cry out, kicking my feet and wiggling my body to get away from him. This is really happening now. It’s actually happening.
With his body still over mine and keeping me in place, he gets two hands on the waistband of my pants and tugs them down so hard they go halfway before stopping. I wiggle more, turning onto my stomach to army crawl away.
“You want me to fuck you from behind for your first time, little dove? Fine by me.”
He grabs my ankles, pulling me back to him. The ground scrapes against my exposed skin. I’ll have marks tomorrow.
“No!”
Leaves and dirt and twigs gather under my shirt as he pulls me closer to him.
I thought he was going to pull my pants off the rest of the way, but he leaves them around my knees, making it harder to move. One large hand presses my body into the cold, hard ground while the other slips between my legs, dragging a finger through my slit.
“Holy fuck, you’re so wet. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“No,” I breathe out, panting.
“Lying little slut.”
I gasp and then cry out when he slaps my ass really hard. It would have hurt anyway, but the bite of cold only makes it worse.
“Lie to me again, and I’ll spank you harder. You love this, don’t you, Sailor?”
His words are condescending, and the way he says my name…
“No!”
He spanks me again, and this time I moan instead of scream, even though it still stings.
“Let’s try one more time, baby.” He rubs the spot he just spanked. “Do you love this?”
“No,” I whisper, tears pouring from my eyes. He spanks me again, and it’s burns worse than the last.
“Tell me you love this,” he growls.
But I won’t. Because this is fun, and I will not give into him. I want more of this, all these feelings coursing through me right now. The adrenaline. Anticipation. Fear. Wonder. Excitement. Thrill. Neediness and want. I’ve never felt so alive in all my life.
So, to make matters worse, or better depending on how you look at it, I speak.
“Why aren’t you fucking me yet, huh? Can’t get it up?” I taunt.
I know very well that’s wrong. He was hard just seconds ago, his dick firm against me. He shoves me onto my back, grippingme by my hair so hard I yelp, then something is being shoved against my mouth.
“You need something to do with your mouth? I’ll show you what it’s best for. If you even think of biting me, I will choke you the fuck out.”
I don’t doubt that for a second, so when he shoves his thick, warm dick into my mouth, I open and immediately gag when he goes to the back of my throat. It doesn’t make him pull out though, he only shoves it further back, moaning deeply. It aches and burns, and it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten anything recently, because I’d throw it up.
