That greedy pussy clung to his shaft as she eased off him, and the sight of a single, thin strand of her juices still connecting them as he left her empty gave him a potent thrill. She was swollen, her slit darkly flushed with arousal, glistening with it.
She was every teenaged boy’s wet dream come to life.
Unhurriedly, Reaux dropped his hands and stretched, sitting up and spinning so his feet were flat on the floor. Grasping his cock in one hand, he patted his thigh with the other. “As you were, Mistress.”
“Aren’t I the one supposed to be giving orders?”
Reaux shrugged, idly jacking himself off. “I’m not the one leaking juices down my thighs, Violet. Stop arguing and get on.” Was it his imagination, or did she look… disappointed. “Would you rather I chase you through the cabin and stake my claim on you like an animal?”
A flicker of interest shone in her eyes before she hid it. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Breeding kink.” Slowly, he rose and loosened his neck and shoulders. “Primal kink. Some of your tastes have evolved, Bennie. Are we going for the trifecta?”
She took a step back, obviously sensing the shift in power. “Trifecta?”
He grinned and pursued her, one step at a time. “Consensual nonconsent.”
Shock illuminated her face. He saw the wheels turning in her brain, spinning the three threads together. How exciting would she find the prospect of being hunted, forcibly held down and made to take his cock, bred like a mare in stocks?
Her breath hitched, the pulse in her throat visibly throbbing.
Apparently, she liked the idea.
Holding both hands up, Violet licked her lips nervously. “There have to be boundaries. Rules.”
Respecting the unspoken plea, Reaux stopped and nodded. “Of course. Name them.”
“I, ah… shit. Uh…” Frazzled, she seemed helpless for the first time since he’d come back into her life. “Safewords.”
“Butterfly,” he murmured.
“You remember my safeword?”
“One day you’ll learn that when it comes to you, there isn’t much I forget.” He hitched his sweats back into place, tightening the strings when his cock tried to breach the waistband. “Anything else?”
“I-I can’t think.”
“Then run,” he suggested in a low, dark tone. “And hide. Because when I catch you, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be bruised for days, whether you want it or not. When I’m done with your cunt, that virgin asshole is next on my list.”
Dominant Violet was gone in an instant, his words triggering submissive Violet to the surface. She gave an awkward, anxious squeak of alarm and bolted faster than a startled rabbit into its burrow.
This was an unexpected twist, he admitted to himself as he gave her a few seconds to get ahead. Unexpected but exceptionally pleasing—CNC was a kink mostly considered taboo to most, requiring an unprecedented level of trust on both sides.
True rape was never condoned in community circles; perpetrators were shunned and reported to the authorities.
CNC was a completely different ballpark. The submissive willingly surrendered herself to the Dom and his desires, making herself incredibly vulnerable on levels she might not have thought about before. Adrenaline caused the body to feeleverything more intensely—not just arousal, but fear, pain, all the negatives as well as the positives.
The odds of subdrop after a CNC scene were substantially higher.
From the Dom’s point of view, this kind of scene was mentally exhausting. Maintaining a duty of care, balancing primal urges tamed by centuries of civilization with his own moral code, ensuring his self-control was strong enough not to lose himself and do real, devastating harm to someone who was putting their life in his hands.
It was not a kink for the faint-hearted, morally corrupt, or insecure.
“Ready or not, Bennie, here I come.”
Reaux didn’t rush. The cabin was big, but not ridiculously so. If it took him an hour to find her, so be it. By the time he caught her, the anticipation and prey mindset would be driving her crazy. She was already aroused, itchy with need and frustration.
Sauntering down the hallway, he began to whistle the same four notes over and over like a psychopath casually trailing after his victim through the woods as she stumbled and tripped over every fallen branch, rock, and imaginary tuft of grass.
