Yeah, she may have fucked me on the swing set, but that’s tame compared to what I’m about to do.
My timer finally signals the end of the five minutes. I slowly trail after her but I don’t mask my footsteps. I want her to hear me coming. It’s the anticipation that gets her every time. I hear a thud to my right and her muttered curse.
She must’ve tripped again.
I swear she has two left feet. I peek around a tree without giving myself away and I’m not at all surprised by what I see. She’s picking herself back up off the ground and brushes her dirty hands off on my shirt that she’s wearing. She looks so pretty like that, in my shirt, covered in mudand waiting for me to pounce. She’s adorable and maddening at the same time. She has sticks and leaves stuck in her hair and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in my throat. Her head snaps in my direction and she freezes in place.
Oops… I guess I gave myself away.
Emily
Even though I know it’s him behind the mask, it’s like my feet are frozen in place and my heart rate increases. Excitement mixed with a small amount of fear. The moment he takes a step towards me, I’m off like a startled animal.
My heart is pumping so loud I can hear it above my heavy breathing, over the sound of the crunching leaves and snapping sticks behind me. This feels primal and thrilling. Even though I’m scared I can feel my arousal build between my legs. The closer his footsteps get, the wetter I am. It’s so freeing.
I feel his fingers snag my hair and it’s like time slows down, all the color dulles for a few seconds. It almost feels like I’m seeing the scene play out in my head. Using my hair as a tether, he yanks me close enough to him so his arm can snake around my waist. The moment he has me in his grasp, he throws our weight forward sending us barreling to the ground.
As soon as my hands are embedded into the mud, time speeds back up to normal speed and the color blooms back, even more vivid thanbefore. Something about this feels so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. What kind of fucking mind games was my brain trying to play on me now?
I’m not a ghost, I’m real and I’m here with Atlas, at this moment. I repeat it a few more times in my head. My attention snapped back to the world around me when Atlas’ hand in my hair pushed my head down into the mud. I’m not sure why, but even this felt safe with him.
Does that mean I’m broken?
Atlas
My fingers tangle into her hair and I yank her into me. As soon as I get my hands on her, something snaps. It doesn’t matter how hard I fucking tried to keep some semblance of control, it crumbled the moment she ran. It’s like I’m no longer in control of my body and I’m acting on instinct alone.
She’s MINE and I’m about to show her who she really belongs to. Her body is mine to play with however I please, even if her mind doesn’t remember that right now. Nothing about what I was about to do to her would be soft. I’m going to fuck her like I hate her, I just hope she’s ready for it. I shove her face into the mud below us and wait a few moments to gauge her reaction. She doesn’t scream, but she’s still trying to wiggle free.
“Safe word?”
“What?”
“Pick a safe word. I’ll not stop until you say the safe word, so fucking pick one.”
“SPOON!”
“Spoon?
“That’s what I fucking said isn’t it?”
“I don’t think you’re in the position to have an attitude, Chaos.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh I will in just a moment don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Spoon it is. Don’t forget your safe word, brat.”
I keep one hand on the back of her head, holding her still while I run my other hand up the outside of her right thigh until it lands on what I’m looking for. I know she always carries a knife on her and I plan to use it to my advantage.
I raise the shirt over her ass so I can see how it’s clipped in. She normally goes for some kind of holster, and I was so busy staring at her ass earlier that I didn’t get a good look at it.
Fuck me, my dick grows harder against my zipper when I find her knife clipped onto her fucking thong.
I can’t explain it, but knowing she could stab me if she damn well wantedto, causes all of my blood rushing to my dick. I adjust myself before leaning down to press a kiss to her lower back. Trailing the kisses to her hip, I bite down as I pull the knife free. She falters and I get to work cutting away the fishnets and her panties.
I have an extra shirt in the car, so even though I like how she looks in my shirt, I start to cut that away from her body too. It takes both hands to cut through the shirt. The moment my hand leaves the back of her head she kicks out at me, her foot connecting with my chest. tries to run again.
She doesn’t get far. My hand wraps around her ankle and I drag her back to me, straddling her thighs so she can’t escape this time. I use the discarded fishnets to tie her wrist behind her back.
