The ground was different here than back at our parents’ house, softer and less rocky. It made it easier to run barefoot. I planned to get to the creek at the bottom of the hill, the one I often saw when we went for sunset walks, but I’d never made it that far when he was after me.
It didn’t matter how many times Rowen chased me, how many times he hunted me down and fucked my soul right out of my body. I’d never lose the thrill. It was exhilarating. Running. Hiding.Fighting.
Consensual non-consensual had quickly become another favorite kink of ours, especially when he wanted to chase me.
He always carried me back home afterward and treated me like a princess, tending to any minor scrapes I might’ve gotten, rubbing my sore muscles, and helping me clean the dirt from my body.
“Here, kitty kitty,” Rowen yelled as he always did when he topped the hill, signaling the start of therealfun.
Both fear and excitement bubbled in my chest, the pressure making me want to burst. My hands were shaking, and even when I stopped for a brief break, I couldn’t stop from bouncing on my feet like an excited puppy.
I reached a marked tree and smiled, knowing Rowen was going to love the little surprise I’d planted just for him.
She thought she could deceive me with her false trail to the left when it was very clear she had gone to the right. I could see the end of her path in the mud to one side, but not the other.
Cute.
“She tried.” I chuckled to myself before jogging to the right.
I heard her giddy laughter just ahead, something she had a hard time containing when the excitement was too much for her mind and body to handle.
I followed the sound, weaving through trunks and bushes like I was made for this, pausing ever so often to make sure I was on the right path. The light rain on the leaves was making things a tad harder than usual.
It was also making things messier, the damp ground slowly turning into mud. My new goal had become to make sure Avery was exhausted and filthy by the time we made it back to the house.
A twig snapped, and my head jerked in time to catch a glimpse of her, hair wet and legs pumping as she darted behind a crooked oak tree with a squeal.
Fuck, that sound.
“You’re not gonna get away from me, little kitty,” I called out, amused and dark with promise. “We both know exactly how this ends.”
My pace slowed until I was approaching the tree with caution, knowing the prey behind it was easily spooked. I could already feel her skin, taste her on my tongue, hear her breathy little moans.
My pulse was loud in my ears as I approached the tree then surged forward to catch her off guard.
Only, she was ready for me, and she dashed in the other direction, barely missing my attempt to grab her. She shrieked and laughed at the same time as she sprinted away.
Too soon to celebrate, you little brat.
I took five long steps then lunged at her, tackling her to the wet grass, turning so she landed on me instead of the ground. She squirmed in my grip, but I held her to me, wrapping my arms around her.
“Caught you,” I growled before trying to kiss her, but she turned her head. “You’ll regret that later.”
She looked down with a devilish smile.
Then, I felt it.
A small blade against my throat.
“You’rereallygoing to regret that.”
She shrugged and pushed the knife hard enough to make me hiss, the blade digging into my skin enough to burn. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats, do you?”
I narrowed my eyes, but I was mesmerized by the fierce look in hers, the way she glowed with victory. She started to wiggleagain, but when I dug my fingers into her hips, she pressed the blade harder.
Her smile grew when I released her, and she sat up to straddle me, all while dragging the tip of the blade down my painted torso, stopping at my belly button. My cock twitched in my pants, a painful reminder I shouldn’t have been turned on by my woman wielding a knife pointed at my stomach.
“What’s your plan, kitten?” My voice was low and taunting, knowing she didn’t have it in her to hurt me. “Do you really think you scare me?”
