What the fuck is he talking about, and what the hell is he doing? Knife play was a hard no for me in my limits. "You're scaring me!" I pant, the pain overwhelming my senses, as he quickly stops and instead tweaks my nipple, coating it with my drops of blood before leaning over and tracing my lips with his tongue. I should be disgusted and trying to get away from him, but instead, I lean into the kiss, and my core tightens with his ministrations. Every tweak and pull of my nipple forces my core to contract, and my pussy to slicken further. "Mmmm, fuck," I gasp against his mouth, and he slaps my breast over and over, heat instantly rising on my flesh. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, and I immediately suck on it. His heady moan of enjoyment does naughty things to me, and instead of trying to push him off of me, my arms wrap around his neck and pull him close.
I'm so lost in the kiss that I don't realize he's no longer straddling me, until I feel his fingers slipping underneath the edge of my panties and rubbing across my slickened pussy lips. I moan into his mouth, and he bites down on my tongue. One of his digits rubs tight circles on my clit, and my body follows the movement, undulating as my legs open wider, begging for him to touch me where I need him. "So wet already for me. What a perfect little slut," he utters as I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
He positions his body on his knees between my splayed legs, his fingers leaving my hot flesh, and I whimper indisappointment. "So needy. Does this pretty pussy ache to be filled? Don't worry, baby. I'm going to fill you up to the hilt." I shiver as the cool air slides across my warm flesh, my ruined bra straps falling down my arms and to the ground as I release my grip on him. I try to raise my head to see what he's doing to me as I feel something cold and hard slide down my pelvis and between my slick lips. Its cool surface presses against my clit, and my body shudders with the sensation. "Would you say you're agood girl,Red? Do you deserve to be rewarded or punished?"
My brain misfires with how hot his words are. A part of me wants to tell him that I'm a good girl and he should reward me, but that's the old me, the Cordelie who seeks comfort instead of pain, and is always too scared to live out her fantasies. I left that version of me back in the apartment, and this one wishes to experience all the pleasure and savagery he can offer. "Punished," I pant as I feel what I think is the blade handle pressing against my tight hole.
"Yes, you do, you've been a bad girl, Red." He pushes the handle further inside of me, and my core clenches around the metal surface, as fear assails me that he could slice me open with it. His other hand wraps tightly around my neck and squeezes, forcing my lips apart in a gasp, and he leans forward and spits in my mouth. "Swallow, pretty whore." He fucks me in shallow thrusts with the blade handle, my body heating with the sensation as the beginning of my orgasm rises up my spine, and I whimper because I need more to push me over the edge. "Not yet, Red. You don't deserve to cum."
He pulls out the blade from my tight, clenching hole and trails the wet handle across my lips, cheeks, and nose, coating me in my own slickness. His grip is too tight, and I'm beginning to see spots in front of my vision. I slap at his hand on my neck, but instead of releasing some of the tension, he tightens itfurther. "I could kill you here and now, and no one could stop me, Red. No one would find your dead, dismembered body in these woods for months, if ever. All because you are a whore who wanted a stranger to fill your cunt."
He releases his grasp around my neck, and I choke and cough in desperation, trying to get air into my lungs. I attempt to roll away from him, needing to put some distance between us, but before I can even get to my knees, his fist digs into my hair, yanking on the strands, and the blade is back at my throat. "You think you can run from me, Red? You'll never get away, and I won't ever let you go. You'reminenow."
Everything he's saying should be incredibly sexy, and it is. To an extent, it's actually what I wanted as part of my fantasy, but unease is growing in the pit of my stomach, and the feeling that something is not right here is becoming more pressing by the second. "Get on your pathetic knees and take out my cock," he demands, and I hesitate to comply as I stare at him, attempting to see past the mask and his hoodie. I can't get past this feeling of familiarity; it's a deep gnawing in the pit of my stomach. His voice is rough, and I'm not sure if I recognize it, but there's something about him.Crack.A slap across my cheek catches my attention, and brings me out of my thoughts. "If I have to ask again, I'll be really angry, Red. You don't want to experience that… you might not be breathing when the night is over."
His words have a chilling effect, and my body trembles as I tentatively force myself to my knees. Is he just cosplaying, or is that the real him saying these things? Is this man planning on hurting, or even killing me, and leaving me in these woods? My frenzied thoughts begin to pull me out of the moment, and I have to force myself to reach forward and grip his muscular thigh to steady myself, as he stares down at me with expectation in his dark eyes. I pop the button of his pants and pull down his zipper, the sound too loud in the quiet night air. My blood pumps loudlyin my ears, and I can't stop my fingers from quivering, but it's not from the cold attacking my flesh.
I can do this, it's just one night, one experience, and then it will be over, and I never have to see this man again. This is what I wanted, wasn't it? Except I'm not sure that it is. I wanted my fantasy, yes, but this isn't going exactly how I thought it would play out in my head. He's playing his part, the aggressor, the man who will fuck me into the ground, and take what he wants, but a part of me is starting to feel like I did that night with Noah, and it's all becoming too much.
He yanks on my hair, forcing my neck to bow as tears slide from the corners of my eyes, slipping below my mask and disappearing. "Pull out my cock and spit on it." I'm ready to ask him to stop, to object to the way this is going, but I don't get the chance when he brings the blade back to my neck. "I'll slit your fucking throat right now, and still fuck your mouth while you bleed out. Then I'll fuck your tight pussy using your blood for lube. Don't test me, Red. I am not a forgiving man, and you're already pushing my patience farther than you should."
I push his pants down off his hips, and his large, veiny cock springs forward, the tip shining in the meager light with beads of precum. "That's it, baby, reach up and tighten one of your hands at my base, and use the other one to play with my testicles." He leans his hips forward, and the crown of his engorged cock presses against my lips, coating the surface with his cum. His grip on my hair becomes merciless, ripping strands out by the roots. He pushes through my lips, as his girthy length settles on my tongue. My mouth fills with his salty, musky taste as I try to adjust to his size, but I don't even get the chance, as he slams forward and into the back of my throat. My fingers grip his base tightly, trying to stop his forward motion from choking me, and I roll his testicles gently in my other fingers, feeling them contract. "That's it, pretty girl, take me to the back of yourthroat. Let me own all your air. You'll get to breathe only when I give you permission."
He fucks my mouth like a savage, forcing me to take him down my throat until the possibility of breathing is nonexistent. I struggle, choke, and gag, but he doesn't let up on his thrusts, or the way he's yanking on my hair. With every shift I attempt, I'm instantly reminded of the blade at my throat. Tears slide down my face as saliva gushes from the corner of my mouth and coats my chin, before falling to my exposed breasts. His body tenses, even as my lungs beg for mercy. I'm so turned on right now that my juices are gushing out of me, coating my pussy lips, my panties, that are still pushed to the side, and my thighs. I try to squeeze my thighs together, to get a little friction for the orgasm that is there on the cusp, just waiting to explode.
He releases my hair and slaps the side of my face again, skewing my mask until I can't see well out of one of the eye holes. "Naughty whore, I told you, you get off only when I give you permission, and I haven't had my fill of you yet." He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air. "Tongue out, jerk me off on it." I shift my fingers, rotating my wrist as I stroke him, while his bulbous tip lies on my protruding tongue. His head tips back on his neck as he groans loudly, enjoying my actions. I quicken my strokes, twisting my grip and tightening it, as I feel his body tense. He's close to coming, and I can't wait until he does and I get to taste him.
A growl rips through the night air as he explodes all over my face, his cum shooting out in thick, warm streams over my mouth, cheeks, mask, and some even getting in my eye. The blade pulls away from my neck as he shudders, and I lick and suck as much as I can off his cock, and my mouth. "That's it, dirty girl, clean me up." I suck deeply on his length, pulling back and lashing my tongue around its velvety, hard surface, and paying special attention to his thick veins, before ducking myhead and sucking on one of his testicles, rolling it in my mouth, before returning to the crown and lashing the slit over and over.
He pulls back from me, his cock still incredibly hard as he stares down at me. For a moment, I think he's going to tell me that we're done for the night, and a massive sense of desperation and disappointment fills me that he doesn't want to fill my pussy, or my ass, like he promised. "Good girl, Red." He pets my head gently, and I preen for him, excited that the game might not be over.
"Get on your hands and knees, spread your legs wide, and show memy pussy."
Jesus, that's hot.I scramble forward on my knees against the hard ground to do as he asks, but at the last moment, something overtakes me, and I decide to be a brat. Instead of assuming the position he's demanded, I scramble to my feet and try to get away from him. "Fuck you!" I scream, as I force my legs forward in the stupid heels that dig into the soft ground.
I get no more than half a dozen steps before he's on me, and brings me back down harshly to the ground. My knees and chest collide with the forest floor, and all the air whooshes out of my lungs. He fists the back of my head cruelly, and forces my face into the dirt. "That wasn't very smart of you, Red. I see that you really are a bad girl that needs to be punished, and baby, I'm about to make your wish come true." His palm slams down on my exposed asscheek with a hard swat, the sound loud in the quiet air. I try to fight his hold as I scream hysterically and inhale dirt as I do. I notice the blade drop to the ground and fall partially into a small pile of dead leaves, and relief fills me that he won’t be able to hurt me again with it. He uses his body to force me to my knees, pushing both his legs between mine and widening them until I'm unsteady. His hand grips the side of my underwear and yanks hard, and I feel the material give way with a sting. My fingers rake through dirt and dead vegetation,desperately to save myself from asphyxiation, and inhaling more dirt. "Stupid fucking whore. You deserve everything that's happening to you now. You deserve everything I'm going to do to you for leaving me."
His cock forces its way past my asscheeks and presses against my tight hole, and before I can scream again, he's slamming inside of me and bottoming out in one go. My body spasms at how large and thick he is, as it tries to both accommodate and force him back out. "FUCK!" I scream and get a mouthful of dirt. He pounds into me in punishing thrusts, my whole body shaking with the impact, and the sound of skin slapping against skin is loud against my ears. He finally allows me to lift my face, and I sob as I try to spit out dirt. In the back of my mind, a warning is sounding loudly, but I'm struggling to make sense of why. Right now I'm being fucked within an inch of my life, and it's glorious. Then I key into the words he's mumbling over and over, and my heart seizes in my chest as I make them out.
"Fucking whore, tried to leave me."Thrust."Thinks she's better than me."Thrust."Doesn't know what I've sacrificed for her."Thrust."Mine.She's fucking mine!"Thrust."She's always been mine."Thrust."Never let you go, sweet baby girl."
Sweet baby girl.
No! No, it can't fucking be. A boulder of dread drops inside my stomach, and all of my limbs lock up tight. I start to really fight his hold in earnest, and get another vicious slap on my ass for my efforts. I can feel the panic attack rising inside of me, and it's ready to tsunami over me. I had to have misheard him; it can't be what I think. I turn my head in his direction, and the mask and dark hood are still firmly in place, disguising his features from me, but now I'm seeing things that I missed before, or chose to disregard, like his familiar frame, his broad shoulders, the way his neck contracts, and the scent of his cologne. "Stop," I cry, my voice filled with panic. "Stop, please!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch, and take my dick like a good girl. This pussy is mine, and I'll use it any way I want."
I can't unsee it now. This is not a mystery man or a stranger. The man fucking me ruthlessly, and filled with rage, on the forest ground is Noah Tisdale. "VALENTINE'S!" I scream my safe word, already on the edge of hysteria. The agreement with the app was that if I said that word at any point, everything would stop, and we would walk away from each other. A part of me is still holding on to the delusion that this isn't happening. That Noah somehow isn't here fucking me. That he knows it's me, and has used this situation against me. I'm so fucking stupid and reckless.
I told you, you're pathetic. You really thought you could do something for yourself? You're too fucking weak. Look how easily he has you trapped in the woods and at his mercy. Stupid. Pathetic. Broken. You're going to die in these woods. He'll never let you leave him.
No, this can't be happening to me.
CHAPTER 24
CORDELIE
"NOAH! STOP!" I scream as I attempt to force my body away from his punishing thrusts. He grips me tighter, a malicious, frightening laugh breaking from his lips and echoing off the trees. His arm wraps crushingly around my chest, causing my already constricted breath to wheeze out of me, and the other one grips my hip so tightly that I'm afraid he'll shatter my pelvis.
