Standing behind her, I put my hands on her waist, slowly sliding them up to caress her ribcage. “What do you see?” I run the point of my tongue down the thin skin of her throat.
“I don’t see anything but shapes,” she says, “it’s so dark.”
“It will get darker soon,” I whisper. “I’m going to chase you down, and I’m going to fuck you wherever I catch you.” Her chest rises and falls as I stroke her skin. “If you can keep away from me for five minutes, I’ll let you go. If you don’t…” I bite the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder, “I’ll rip your clothes off and fuck you like an animal. And the only thingthat will stop me is if you say ‘red.’ Do you understand your instructions?”
This must be the most vanilla thing that has ever happened on this level, but I dinna think Aria’s ready for more.
Yet.
She stares out into the darkness, the grey walls and stone floors not giving her any clue of where to go. I bite her harder and she yelps.
“Do you understand?” I hiss.
There’s an audible click as she swallows. “Yes,” she whispers, “my safe word is red. If I can keep away from you for five minutes, you have to let me go.”
“Good girl.” I know I sound half-mad, but it’s taking every ounce of self-control to keep from ripping her clothes off and taking her here on the floor, right now. “I’ll give you a thirty-second head start.”
She’s frozen, still staring into the darkness and I slap her hard on the arse.
“Go!”
Aria bolts, kicking off her high heels and racing into the darkness.
***
Aria…
What am I doing? This is insane.
I grit my teeth as my shoulder knocks harshly into a corner. Putting out my hand, I try to trace my fingers along the wall to keep my bearing as I run.
Why am I running? Why did I just…obeyhim? I’m terrified. It feels like something dark and deadly is chasing me, not the laughing, urbane man who entertained my family tonight. There’s a guttural chuckle behind me and I stifle a scream.
“Here I come, baby. You’d better run.”
Terror floods my chest like acid. Even his voice sounds different, vicious, animalistic. What if he catches me? What will he-
Fingers rake through my hair and I scream, yanking my head away, and turning to my left. The stone floor is cold against my bare feet and the darkness feels like a living thing. Was that Lachlan trying to grab my hair, or is there something else down here?
Has it been five minutes?
My breath is coming out in small, strangled gasps, trying to stay as quiet as I can.
“I smell you, baby. Your terror. Your juices trickling from your sweet cunt.”
It sounds like he’s right next to me and I smother another scream, turning right and tripping over something. Rolling back to my feet, I keep running.
How big is this level? How long have I been running? Am I just running in circles? Is he watching me, waiting for me to tire myself out?
An iron-hard arm wraps around my waist, hauling me up, my feet flying out in front of me.
“No! Let me go!” I scream, kicking my feet madly, trying to hit him. His heavy body wraps around me and I fight as he brings me down to the ground.
“I’m never letting you go,” he laughs, the sound echoing off the walls. “You’re mine.” His hand grips my pussy, squeezing painfully as he rips my undies off under my dress.
I hear him spit into his hand and then rub it into my slit before the thick head of his cock breaches me.
“No!”
