“Oof!”
My shoulder connects painfully with a corner, knocking me into the wall and there’s another turn. Left. Ironically, I’m runningalmost directly under the jogging path that follows the cliffs on this side of the campus.
Still getting in my ten thousand steps…I think a little hysterically.
Keeping my fingertips tracing along the wall, I prepare for another turn. There has to be, the cliff edge must be maybe twenty feet away.
Then, I hear a metallic sound. Like claws scraping along rock. Not loud but it echoes through this empty tunnel and I stifle a scream. It’s a thousand times more terrifying than if he’d just shouted, “I’m coming to get you!” like the killer does in a horror movie. The metal claw sounds closer and I desperately press against the wall. There has to be a turn here, it should be-
The screeching sound is just behind me, just like he’s right there and oh, thank you god there’s the turn. It’s to the right and I know exactly where I am and this exit will be in a tool shed just a few feet from his cottage.
I should hear the sound of his footsteps echoing off the walls, why don’t I hear them? Something brushes against me- a hand? Was it a hand? I swallow down a scream and put on a last burst of speed, racing up the steps and slamming open the hatch, rolling out and free, on my back on the grass staring up at the sky, gasping for air.
When the shadow of an impossibly tall man blocks out the light of the moon, I hold my arms up to him.
Cormac…
Clever,cleverlittle fox.
I could find my precious girl just by her scent, her tangerine-sunshine fragrance warped beautifully by fear and adrenaline, and the sweet smell of her slick. Mala’s good, running nearly silently and makes every turn as if she could see them in the pitch black.
The darkness here in the tunnels is impenetrable. Midnight in a coal mine dark. But she races through like the creature she reminds me of, my little fox.
My prey.
I’m so hard that it’s a miracle there’s enough blood left in the rest of my body to keep up the chase, and I have never wanted her more.
There are a couple of times it would be easy to catch her. Running the tip of my knife along these old stone walls makes a terrible metallic screech. I let the ends of her silky hair slip through my fingers, but her sly moves and fierce determination to outwit me are sexy as fuck. She tears through the trap door and out of the shed in seconds, collapsing in the little garden there. Watching her chest heave as she lay on the grass, staring up at the night sky… Mala is perfection. She raises her arms to me, and my blood turns to fire.
Scooping her up, I have her inside my cottage and the door locks behind us in seconds. “My beautiful girl,” I groan, kissing her mouth, her throat, “so clever. So fierce.”
Three more strides across the room and I throw her on my bed, landing on top of her and spreading her legs, settling in between them. She’s still gasping for air as I yank her shirt off, gripping her breasts and squeezing greedily, biting and sucking her nipples through the lace of her bra. I can feel her hips pushing up against me, rubbing against the hard outline of my cock.
“You’ll wait for what I give you.” I push her back down so I can pull her jeans off. She’s beautiful, my Mala, with her heaving breasts and wide eyes, so turned on that her pupils have expanded enough to make her eyes look like midnight. Like the tunnel. There’s excitement in her gaze, and just enough fear to turn me into an animal again.
Her hands slide into my hair and I give her inner thigh a sharp slap.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
“No,” she moans, “I just-”
“Put your hands over your head and hold on to the headboard. Keep them there or I’ll tie them.” Based on the sudden flare of pink across her cheeks, I suspect she’d like that.
Flipping her over onto her stomach, I finally get rid of those panties and lick her from front to back, again and again with the flat of my tongue, growling like the beast I’ve become. I point my tongue and drive it up inside her, thrusting and tasting her before pulling back to push two fingers inside her. Then three.
“Too much!” Mala gasps out and I chuckle.
“Not enough, little fox.” Pulling her hips up, I slot my throbbing cock at her entrance. “Do you want this?” She tries to push back, to get me inside her and I slap her ass. “Beg me.”
Her hand flails back, blindly reaching for me, holding my thigh. “Please, Cormac. I need this. I need you. I’m begging you!”
She looks over her shoulder at me with her eyes narrowed and I laugh. With a sharp snap of my hips, I’m fully seated inside her. It’s always a tight fit with Mala, but her delicious slick, her wet cunt always welcomes me in. I can’t wait, I slam into her, overand over, both of us greedy and mindless and I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from knocking into the headboard.
“Does it sting, little fox? Does it hurt just a bit when I’m fucking the hell out of you? Treating you like mine, and you’ll do anything I say, won’t you, because you need to come, my bad girl.” I groan in her ear. I can already feel the rhythmic little pulses inside her and I angle my driving cock against her G-spot, rubbing it hard. She nearly squeezes me out of her with that first orgasm and I sit back on my heels, dragging her with me and seating her pert ass against my crotch, squeezing an arm around her to hold her back against my chest. “I want you to come for me again.” I kiss the nape of her neck, flexing my thighs to bounce her on my dick.
Tugging on her nipples, I tilt my head back, trying to control myself. The unimaginable heat and tightness of her fiery little cunt is killing me. I can’t come yet.
“Give me your mouth, little fox.” She turns her head for me, already searching for me and I kiss her deeply, my tongue toying with hers and breathing in all her frantic little puffs of air. Reaching down, I stroke her clit in hard circles, then roll it as she tightens down on my cock again. My fingers slide down to where we’re joined, exploring her swollen, slick folds, flushed a beautiful dark pink, circling where her cunt is stretched tight around me.
