The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, obliterating thought, drowning out everything except the pleasure pulsing through my body. I scream into the cold night air—a raw, animal sound I've never heard myself make before. My pussy clenches around his fingers in rhythmic spasms, my hips grinding against his palm, desperate to wring every last drop of sensation from this moment.
He doesn't stop. Doesn't let me come down. He keeps fucking me through it, extending the orgasm until it peaks again, until I'm sobbing from overstimulation, until my vision blurs and I genuinely think I might pass out.
When he finally withdraws his hand, I sag against the restraints, gasping for breath. My entire body is trembling, aftershocks still rippling through me. I've never come that hard in my life. Not alone, not with anyone else.
Never.
"Beautiful." His voice sounds strained now, rough around the edges. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."
I hear a soft sound—metal on leather—and then something cold presses against my wrist. A knife. He's cutting the vines, freeing me from the post.
The restraints fall away, and I stumble, my legs refusing to cooperate. He catches me before I hit the ground, his arms wrapping around me from behind and holding me upright.
"Easy." His voice is almost gentle now. "Breathe."
I drag air into my lungs, trying to make my brain work again. What just happened? I came harder than I've ever come in my life, at the hands of a stranger who tied me up in a vineyard. I should be horrified. I should be screaming, fighting, running.
Instead, I'm leaning into his warmth like it's the only thing keeping me alive.
"What..." I have to swallow twice before I can get words out. "What do you want from me?"
"Everything." He says it simply, like it's obvious. "I want everything, love. And before this night is over, you're going to give it to me."
He releases me, stepping back, and I nearly fall again without his support. I catch myself on the post I was just tied to, clinging to the rough wood as I try to make my legs work.
"But that was just the warm-up."
I turn to look at him for the first time since he caught me. The red lights cast him in crimson shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed entirely in black. The mask covers the upper half of his face, leaving only a strong jaw and full lips visible. His eyes glitter through the mask's openings, dark and hungry.
He's terrifying.
He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Run again, my love." He takes another step back, giving me room. "This time, I won't be so gentle when I catch you."
I stare at him, uncomprehending. "You want me to run…again?"
"I want you to try." His smile is sharp, predatory. "Give me a good chase. Make me work for it."
My legs are still shaking. My pussy is still throbbing from the orgasm he just ripped out of me. The silk dress is bunched around my hips, leaving me exposed from the waist down. I'm in no condition to run.
But the alternative is staying here, surrendering to whatever else he has planned.
And despite what just happened—or maybe because of it—I'm not ready to surrender. Not yet.
I yank my dress down and push off the post.
I run.
My legs are unsteady, my feet numb from the frozen ground, but I force them to move anyway. I stumble through the vinesin a direction I haven't tried yet, deeper into the vineyard, away from the monster who just made me come so hard I saw stars.
Behind me, I hear him laugh. Low and satisfied and darkly amused.
"That's my girl."
I don't look back. I just run, weaving between rows, ducking under branches, following the pulsing red lights without any idea where they might lead. My heart is pounding again, but it feels different now. The fear is still there, but it's tangled up with something else. Anticipation. Excitement.
Hunger.
