A gust of wind blows, chasing goose bumps over my heated skin, making me aware that I am exposed, in the open, for a predator to have his way with me. I am easy prey, but just to give in the play, I say, forcing panic in my voice.
“Is someone there?” I stutter.
A bush rustles on my right, catching my attention. I zoom in and see a shadow towering over the garden. It’s the mask that I glimpse that has my eyes popping out.
A half groan, half growl hits my ears and, accompanied by the Balaclava, has me picking up my pace.
“Run, baby girl, but I’ll catch you.” His voice turns darker with the same desire that rushes through my veins.
The chase invigorates me, pumping my blood faster through my veins. It’s such a potent sensation. The rush of adrenaline and danger spikes my heart rate, scattering my thoughts. The survival instinct screams at me not to get caught while arousal sabotages any attempt. I can’t outrun my desire. Deep down, I know I am safe. It’s him.
Refusing to make it easy for him, I sprint off. The wind slaps the hair against my cheek, each lash reminding me he’s after me. It’s pure thrill mixed with lust that makes me want to simultaneously flee but give in.
I run as if to evade captivity, when I couldn’t be more trapped in his maze. And we both know it. There’s no escape. No hiding. It’s only the illusion of freedom.
A big hand clasps around my elbow and drags me into a hard chest heaving with barely restrained control. I need him to shatter, embrace fully the side I’ve only seen glimpses of. He’s always in control, nothing more important to him than my safety.
The black balaclava caresses my cheek, and a tremor skitters down my back. The scenario is so real, adding a touch of danger that is as exhilarating as it is frightening.
“Please, let me go.”
In response, his hand wraps around my neck, trapping my breath in my lungs. The intensity dizzies me. It’s such a heady experience that I have trouble discerning between reality and fantasy.
“Why would I?” he says low, nibbling my ear.
Fully in his role, he keeps me teetering on the edge of insanity. The half aroused, half terrified state overrides my logic, messing with my head. I clutch his other hand, seeking protection from the one that is supposed to harm me.
Why would he indeed? I try to rack my head for an answer while he seduces my senses into giving in. This is what I craved all along.
“What do you want from me?” I ask meekly.
He cups between my thighs. “To plow into your pussy.” He slaps a hand over my mouth. “Fuck your mouth until you choke on my cock.” A smack connects with my ass, making me yelp. “And then take your ass.”
To accompany his harsh words, he bites into my neck, and I whimper. “But I don’t want that…”
A groan vibrates in his chest. “Did I say I care about what you want?”
He plays his role so well that for a moment, I forget we’re playing, so I elbow him in his stomach, taking off. I doubt I can even harm him. I fucked up, and I am going to pay for it. The thought of punishment only makes me hotter. Makes me want to fall to my knees and beg, serve, submit.
His growl reverberates through me, the rush of lust weakens my knees, threatening to make me trip. I run inside the palace, but before I close the door, I notice him slipping his hands into his pockets. Legs spread, and head cocked to the side, he resembles a dark vision of power––mysterious, alluring, imposing.
His legs kick off the ground, and I squeal, running toward the stairs. I crawl under the bed, hiding in our suite, thinking that’s the last place he’d look.
I hold my breath, waiting anxiously for him to search for me. Knowing him, he won’t leave a stone unturned. And when the door creaks open, I slap a hand on my mouth, but a small sound escapes, kicking my pulse up, sensations overcoming me.
“I can smell your dripping pussy. The longer it takes for me to find you, the harder I’ll fuck you,” he groans, the sound going straight between my legs, making my thighs clench.
I dig my fingers into the floor, not knowing if I want to run or end the chase.
In the dim light, I see his shoes reaching the foot of the bed. He just has to look underneath to find me. Each second ticks by with such intensity, it makes me lightheaded.
When I hear the door closing, I expel the breath I kept lodged inside and roll out, feeling proud of myself for having fooled him. On my hands and knees, I lift my head, only to come eye to eye with him.
He cocks his head, clicking his tongue as he watches me. A crooked smile paints his face. “Oh, baby girl, you thought I wouldn’t know where you’ve been hiding.”
Like a deer caught in the headlights, I freeze, not knowing how to react.
He crouches down, and I swallow. That mask does funny things to me. Even though I can clearly see his silver eyes that comfort me, his predatory stance pushes me out of my comfort zone.
