Page 37 of Capturing Ava
“But you count so slowly.” I wail.
“Oh, do I?” He smirks. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Chase, you made your point.”
“I don’t think I did. You haven’t felt the desperation that you should be feeling right now.”
“Desperation,” I repeat as I blink into his intense eyes that seem to undress me with every dark look that passes across his face.
His finger entered me once more. “One, don’t you dare cum.” He counts again. His fingers push deeper and I can once again feel the burst of electricity shoot through my body. “Two, hold it.” His fingers curl and hit that oh-so fucking sweet spot. I have to bite my tongue to not let the growing orgasm release from my body. “Three, your body is dying to release, but you’re not going to cum until I tell you to, are you?” I shake my head, unsure if that is a lie or not. “Good Girl,” His dexterous fingers glide further inside of me, curling and pressing that sweet spot that has the moans crawling from my throat. “Four, you’re so close now, but you’re going to be a good girl for me and hold off just for a little longer.” His fingers move faster and faster and the moans turn to screams. “Five, that desperation is crawling through your body, baby. The only thing you can think about is cumming for me—but not yet.” He teases.
I’m fucking soaked. He wasn’t wrong. All I can think about is the release that keeps building and building but never ends. This was actual torture. I was no longer thinking about running. In fact, I wasn’t thinking at all. The only thoughts that ran through my head were how desperately I needed to release all that desire across his fingers. The knot in my stomach was almost unbearable and the dizzy feeling that had overtaken my brain with the intense need to just let go was more than I thought I could handle.
“Please, please let me cum.” I beg him.
His fingers move faster and faster. I can feel my legs shake at the impending desire that threatens to pour out of me—at last. And then he stops, and that frustration hits my body in waves. “You fucking bastard.” I cry out. He just smiles at me, “Please, I need to cum.” I plead.
His fingers resume their movement inside of me once more, and the pleasure that had been paused hits my body faster this time. Screams rip from my throat and I’m so fucking close. “Six, don’t fucking cum or we will start all over again.” My eyes widen at his words and I try to focus on holding off the orgasm that wants to rip through my soul like a demon.
The way he looks at me causes my body to curl with desire. I shouldn’t want this, after everything, I shouldn’t want this, but the way he’s looking at my has all sense falling out of my empty head. All I can think of is the release that he just won’t give me. “Seven, I can see the desperation in your eyes.” His head moves closer to mine. “But you just don’t seem desperate enough.” He whispers. Tears pool in my eyes, threatening to fall as his fingers push as deep as they can go, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Hold it,” He instructs.
“I can’t, I can’t.” I cry as fresh tears spill down my cheeks, more out of frustration than anything else. My body is on edge, the tremors shoot through my body like electricity is travelling through every nerve in my body. “Please, please stop tormenting me.” I cry out.
“You can.” His fingers move faster and faster and I can feel the pleasure building faster and higher. “And you will.” He’s moving so deep inside of me I can take any more torture from his delicious movements. “Eight, Oh, you’re doing so good, baby. Doesn’t it feel nice being so close to the edge?” I shake my head. Faster and faster the desire crawls through me. “Nine, you are so close now, desperate for release. Each one stronger than the last. You are going to cum so hard for me.”
He picks up the speed, the screams rip from my body, and the crawling desire hits me like I’m wrapped in a vortex. I no longer know where I am. All I know is the pleasure he’s forced upon me creeps up on me and hits me in places I’ve never felt before. “Ten,” He gasps. “Cum for me, baby, cum for me so fucking hard.” He growls. My body shakes before he even finishes that sentence. The screams run through me and my body shakes with a desire that just won’t stop. The desire bursts out of my body in an explosive mass of desire.
He looks down at me and the bastard fucking smirks at me. He smirks at me. I would scowl if I had the energy, but all I can do is try to regulate my breathing. The swirling vortex has settled in my brain, but this doesn’t feel unwelcome, more like pleasure has settled and I’m satisfied. “Don’t get comfortable, baby, I’m not done with you yet.” My eyes widen. What more could there be? After, after that explosive rush of desire that had ripped through my soul.
He removes the rest of my clothes from my body. I squint at him, unsure why he’s removing my clothes in the forest. He places a choker around my neck with a bell tied to it. I roll my eyes, “What am I, a cat?” I mock him.
“Oh, Ava, being a smart ass won’t help you.”
“Chase, give me my clothes back.”
“No.” He states. “Here is what is going to happen, little kitty. You are going to run.” I look at him. “When I catch you, I will take my prize and fuck you.” He smirks.
“You expect me to run in the forest. Naked with no shoes on.” I glare at him.
“Well, you aren’t naked.” He smiles while running his finger across the choker he has placed on my neck.
“Oh yes,” I roll my eyes, “A bell to alert you to my movements. How generous.”
“I will count to ten—.”
“Oh,” I smile. “You’ll never catch me if you count as slow as you did when you were torturing me.”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby, I will catch you.” He holds a stern look, with desire swirling in his eyes. “Now, run.” My eyes run across his face to assess if he’s been serious or not, but as I look at him, there is not a glimmer of amusement. Shit. He was very serious.
Clambering to my feet, I just stand there, shivering, as I cast my gaze back at him. I know what I’m supposed to do but I also don’t want to give him the satisfaction and if by some miracle I could get away from him. I was naked. Where would I go with no clothes on? “What are you waiting for?” He questions me. “Run.” turning almost in a robotic motion, I try to hold in the gasp as I feel the rough mud and twigs beneath my bare feet and start sprinting at a steady speed with the distant sound of his voice counting behind me.
My feet crush against the hard ground and I can’t help feeling how cruel he is that he would make me run through the forest once more with nothing on my feet. I can sense the cold pimples rise across my body as the biting wind nips at my skin. I can’t stop even though the biting cold slows me down. I no longer hear his counting, so I must have moved far enough ahead of him. The jangle from the chain sounds with every movement like a big warning sign to alert him to my location.
Rushing forward, my breath becomes ragged, and the cold hits my body, causing my body to shake and wobble. I turn my head to the side as I run, but I can’t see anything. Exhaling in relief, my body collides with something solid. In the beginning, I presumed I had run into a tree until I detected his robust arms enveloping my body. “Well, little beast, that wasn’t much of a challenge.”
Raising my eyes, I meet his. The smug expression is clear on his face as he gazes down at me. My breathing is erratic as I lean against his body, trying to get my breath back. “How—how did you get here so fast?” I gasped out. “But you were all the way over there. How?” I ask in disbelief.
“When will you learn?” He pokes my nose and I wriggle my nose in response. “I always win.” He smiles.
