I watch as she weaves through the trees, dodging low hanging branches and hurdling over logs in the pathway. I jog after her for a few minutes and I can tell she’s getting tired. I don’t want her to run too far. So I pick up my pace and eat up the distance between, sensing her worry when she realizes I’m closing in and, in an attempt, to outrun me, she speeds up. But then she loses control and stumble, falling to the ground. In an instant, I’m on her. Flipping her over to her back and crowding over her, my body covering hers.
She fights me, her screams bouncing off of nothing and spreading around us in a symphony of fear. I cover her mouth, muffling her cries as I take the pointed of the knife and gently scrape it across her forehead, guiding her hair off of her face. She whines in my hand as I smile down at her, admiring how pretty she looks like this.
Her eyes go wide as she reaches up and grabs my wrist with one of her hands—the one adorned with her barbed-wire rings—and I half believe that she’s telling me to keep it there, because she’s not trying to pull it free. Her other hand lays flat at her side and I remove my mask, laying it next to her on the ground.
The energy between us is unmatched, lit with so much tension and desire. I can't help but feel drawn to her. The way she ran from me, the way she fights. But her eyes beg for more. She craves the thrill and I want to give it to her.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, allowing my words to greet her in a soft growl. I look into her eyes, watching as tears start to form, her heart racing from adrenaline, and her skin trembling with arousal. “Such a brave girl you are, Olivia. Finally letting yourself accept who you really are, letting me take control of you like this.” I spread her thighs with my knee and push it against her pussy.
“All I’m trying to do is look out for you Olivia. Teach you a fucking lesson and help you understand what it is you’re running from. And I think you deserve to be rewarded for all the progress you’ve made, my little fearslut. What do you say?” I can see her irises flood with liquid lust, igniting the blue in her eyes to something like that of a white flame.
Her body reacts to me, her thighs tightening around my knee, her heart thrumming in her chest. I reach a hand down, still keeping the other clamped around her mouth, and run my fingers up her thigh. The soft ridges of her fishnets light my skin ablaze as I travel toward her center, feeling my own hunger growing with every inch of skin I possess.
She shakes her head against me, but I know she’s not saying no. She’s begging me not to edge her again, not to tease her without finishing what we've started. She moans into my palm and my dick hardens immediately. Danger and passion flare behind her ocean blue eyes, clouding them with a daring desire that I crave to fulfill.
She swallows her whimpers as I tease her pussy with my knee and then I lower my lips over my own hand, admiring how fucking sinful the tattoos look covering her pretty mouth. “I’m gonna push you over the edge, Olivia. You’re gonna get to come so fucking hard, that falling will feel like fucking freedom.” My promise is dark and deadly, I’m going to fucking free her from a torment she doesn’t even realize she’s dealing with and when I’m done with her, she’ll be begging me to consume her.
I snake my fingers into one of the little open squares of her tights, letting the thin string sink into my skin and then I pull. I rip her fishnets from the center, yanking on them until the threads unravel enough for me to fit my hand through the rupture material and slide into her panties.
Her pussy is so fucking wet. She arches her back the moment I intrude, sinking my finger into her tight little hole.
“Oh god,”she groans into my hand, pulling down on my wrist. She’s twisted and hungry for this release. I’ve done my job and edged her enough and now I’m going to watch my pretty little reckless crumble in my hands.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You’re dripping for me,” I tell her as I fuck her with my finger. She squeezes her eyes shut, her whole body quivering at my touch and I take the moment to slide a second finger into her.
But it’s not enough. For her or for me. She deserves to be fucking devoured, absolutely wrung for pleasure. I remove my hand from her mouth, having to pry it out of her grip and she instantly grows loud with pleasure. But we can’t risk anyone hearing us so I reach over and grab my mask, fitting it over her head and placing it over her face. It won’t do much butfuckshe looks so goddamn good like this.
I lower my body, putting my head between her thighs as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out, hearing just how fucking soaked she is.
“You needed this didn’t you, baby?” I ask her, watching as her body trembles, feeling how tight she grips me.
“Yes, yes. Oh, god,” she chants and moans. Her husky voice going straight to my cock.
I lift her little skirt, watching as her pussy swallows my fingers. I observe her torn tights and the way she’s squirming in my mask; a fucking nightmare she is, even dressed like one. Her fingers clutch at the ground around her and I swear, this sight alone has me damn near coming in my fucking jeans. She’s giving herself to me, just like it was always meant to be.
I lean in and press my lips to the top of her pussy, kissing her gently while I finger fuck her with wildabandon. She's squeezing me so tightly, her legs start to shake and I softly slide my tongue through her wet slit, tasting just how fucking sweet she is. God damn I’ve waited for this. Could have killed for this. To savor her. To finally give her what we both know we want. What we need.
I flick her with the tip of my tongue, pressing my piercing against her clit, and she loses it. She screams, her voice going hoarse as she traps my head between her thighs. I suck on her, kiss her all while curling my fingers inside of her. I can feel the flood of her pleasure coming, her body quivering with greed as she takes that step off the cliff.
“Go, baby. Go.” I breathe against her clit. “Come for me, Olivia.”
She thrusts her hand into my head, letting her fingers slide into my hair and her grip sends me into a frenzy. I can feel how badly she needs this, how badly she fucking wants this.
"Oh,fuck, Trace." Her pussy starts to contract around my fingers, so I fuck her clit with my tongue until she bursts out into cries of agonizing pleasure.
“Go, baby,” I growl, encouraging her.
I feel her warmth soak me, arousal dripping from her pussy as I slide in and out, watching my fucking girl claim me, watching her pleasure creep down her soft fucking skin.
“Mm, baby. Look at you fucking go,” I say as I slide my fingers out and spread her pussy lips wide, eager to get a better look. Her cum drips down, and a primal feeling takes over. “Jesus, Olivia. You come so fucking pretty.” I lean down, swiping my tongue overthe trail of her arousal, slowly savoring the way she tastes before pressing my tongue into her hole.
She shakes, moaning again and I chuckle against her skin before climbing back over her body and tossing the mask off her face. She’s sweating, exertion painting her skin in a pretty hue of pink to match her hair. I lean down and kiss her before stuffing my two fingers past her parted lips. She sucks eagerly, tasting herself. I groan when her tongue swirls over my fingers, sucking me dry.
I help her up off the ground, pulling her up and fixing her skirt. The tights look to be a lost cause, but I don't have time to help her rid of them entirely before we’re greeted by the sounds of laughter. I look at my phone to realize the haunted house is about to open up soon and I’m not close to being done with her.
I look down at my sweet little reckless, wondering just how much of me she is willing to take. Her doe eyes greet me and I smile wickedly.
“I think I’d like a few more of those pretty little orgasms out of you, Livie. I've waited long enough.” I grip her chin, swiping my thumb against the curve of her bottom lip. Her breath hitches. “You think you can be a good girl and go hide for me?”
