“Delicious,” I say, watching her pupils blow wide. “I'm going to enjoy hunting you down.”
I step back, giving her space, and pull the mask over my face. The world narrows to what I can see through the eye holes. It makes everything sharper. More focused.
More primal, just the way she loves it.
Britt's staring at me, her chest heaving, and her hands are pressed flat against the wall behind her like she needs it to hold her up.
“Take off the heels,” I instruct her. “You'll need to be fast.”
She kicks them off without breaking eye contact, and I watch her bare feet touch the wooden floor. She's so much smaller without them.
“The dress stays on,” I add. “I want to hear it tearing when I fuck you.”
She makes that sound again, the one that goes straight to my cock.
I reach behind me and open the cabin door. Cool night air rushes in, carrying the scent of pine and earth and darkness. The forest stretches out behind our cabin, dense and deep and full of shadows.
Lifting the mask, I ask, “What’s your safeword, little one?”
“Tornado,” she rushes out instantly.
“Good girl.” I slip the mask back into place. “Sixty seconds,” I remind her, my voice muffled slightly by the mask. “Starting now.”
Britt doesn't hesitate. She bolts past me, out the door and into the night. Her dress is a flash of color against the darkness before she disappears into the trees.
I count in my head, slow and steady, my pulse thrumming with anticipation.
One.
Two.
Three.
I can hear her crashing through the underbrush, moving fast but not quiet. She never is at first. The fear makes her clumsy, but she always learns to be quiet before I finish counting.
It honestly won't matter.
I'll find her anyway.
I always do.
Twenty.
Twenty-one.
Twenty-two.
My cock is already hard, straining against my dress pants. The hunt does this to me. The knowledge that she's out there, running, hiding, her heart pounding, her pussy wet, while she waits for me to claim her.
Forty.
Forty-one.
Forty-two.
I flex my hands, feeling the tension coil in my muscles. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to go, to chase, to catch.
Not yet.
