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“Catch me if you can!”
I turned and ran for my bedroom, knowing the layout of my small house better than he did, not that it’d take him long to find me. I heard him let out a surprised laugh, and then heavy footsteps running across the room, as I hit the stairs.
There was something so exciting, and oddly unnerving, about knowing that I was running from him, and that he was chasing me. To catch me. To have his way with me. I’d only planned it as a way to get him out of his head, but now? Now I was wondering why the hell I’d never experienced this before. Why didn’t I realise how exhilarating it would be to be chased like this? Even just across my small house.
I reached my bedroom, and crossed the threshold just as I heard footsteps landing heavily behind me.
Twenty-Nine
She’dturnedintoafucking vixen!And what was it about chasing her like this, that had me fucking burning with the urge to throw her down and fuck her hard? She’d taunted and teased me, made me chase her, run from me, and all while letting out those delighted fucking giggles.
I caught her in the doorway of a bedroom, and threw my arms around her from behind, trapping her arms by her sides.
“Gotcha, little vixen.” She let out a little yelp of surprise, and giggled.And then she started to struggle. What the fuck. I was so fucking hard, I was nearly bursting through the denim of my jeans.
“Might as well give up, Lissa, I’ve got you now.” She shuddered against me, and her breath rushed out in a gust.
“I… what will you do with me?”
I laughed, leaning my mouth close to her ear.
“Toyou, Lissa. What will I doto you?” She shuddered again, letting out a breathy giggle.
“By the way, the answer is… whatever the fuck I want.”
I started walking us to her bed, and all the while, she wriggled, and pushed against my arms, even uttering the occasional ‘no’, but when I loosened my arms, just in case, she just reduced her struggles. She wanted this. She wanted me, and she wanted me like this.
I dragged her wrists behind her back, and shoved her forward so she bent over the bed. Her face pressed against the bedding, and she wriggled, trying to push away, while I kept a tight grip on her.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, and turned her head to the side, leaning over her and trapping her against the bed.
“Struggle all you want, vixen, I’m gonna fuck you really hard, and you’ll take it, because you’re mine.” She shuddered again, trying to shake her head.
Every shudder, every wriggle, every faked attempt to struggle… hell, it felt fucking amazing. I wasn’t a predatory man by nature, or at least I never thought I was, but this was doing things to me that I’d never imagined.
I held her in place with my grip on her arms, and grabbed her underwear at the small of her back, shoving it down her legs, and then stepping on it as she edged her legs apart a little. She could pretend all she wanted, but she was really turned on by this too. A quick slide of my fingers between her legs told me just how much she liked this. She was drenched.
“Look how wet you are, vixen. Guess you like being mine, huh?” I licked my fingers, and moaned at her taste. I wanted more, but first I needed to fuck her.
I struggled to get my jeans undone, so I could get my dick out, and I really wished I could tie her fucking hands because she started struggling again, and I had to keep stopping, to use both hands to settle her down.
Finally, I shrugged out of my cut, tossing it onto the bed, and lifted my t-shirt off. I’d rested a knee lightly on her back to keepher still, but it only took me a few seconds to get out of my t-shirt, and then I used it to tie her hands, threading her wrists into the sleeves, then winding the shirt around and tying it.
If she struggled too much, she’d get free, but she only made a feeble attempt, so while she played at her escape attempts, I finally freed my dick, letting my jeans and boxers drop to my ankles, and then I stared at her for a moment. I stroked my dick slowly, taking a breath, because I was determined that this was going to fucking happen this time.
Lissa
Iwaswrigglingonthebed, and pretending I wanted to escape, and Ice finally tied my hands with, I think, his t-shirt, or something. With his hands suddenly not on me, I had to listen to figure out what he was doing. Clothes rustled, and then he stepped up close again. Warm skin touched mine. Yes.
“Ready to get fucked, Lissa? I’m not gonna be gentle.” Thank god. I didn’t want gentle. I was so wound up from my little escape attempt, that I just wanted to be taken hard.
He grabbed my ass, using his thumbs to press me open, and then he rubbed the head of his dick through the wetness I’d produced. I could hear it, there was so much, and I knew I should be ashamed. I shouldn’t have been so turned on by this, by him, but I was. He made a sound, and then moved suddenly, stretching me wide as he thrust inside me, all the way to the hilt, his body slamming against mine.
“Fuck!” My chest was crushed to the bed and the air shoved from my lungs. Finally. He was inside me and it felt so fucking good, and right. So right. He let out a low moan, staying perfectly still for a moment, trapping me beneath him, his hand sliding into my hair again.
“I fucking own you, Lissa. You’re mine. You can run, but I’ll always find you. Always catch you. And when I do, I’ll throw you down, and fuck you until you remember who you belong to.” My heart raced at his words, as a thrill raced through me. In any other situation, from anyone else, those words would be the reddest of flags, but for me, for us? It was perfection.
“Yes…” I suddenly remembered I wasn’t supposed to be agreeing with him. I started to struggle again, hearing another low moan from him.
