Just before vanishing behind the tree line, she veered off to the right, so I jogged across the small field behind the house and headed in her direction. She was like a bull in a damn china shop, breaking branches and crunching leaves, not giving a damn that she was making it easier to find her.
I followed the sounds until I spotted her running behind a large fallen log propped against another tree. The way it sat created a gapbetween it and the ground, and that’s where my kitten peeked out from, her eyes widening the moment she saw me.
She shot to her feet, her eyes darting around, planning her escape.
“Stay.”
Her attention froze on me at my command, and a small amount of tension left her shoulders. But then, she saw the rope.
“You’re gonna tie me up again?” she squeaked.
Before I could nod, my prey darted away again, squealing as she yelled, “I won’t make it easy this time.”
A deep chuckle rumbled through my chest, sinful and promising nothing but trouble for my woman.
“She’s fucking perfect,” I whispered to myself before taking off after her in a full sprint.
Avery was running like hell, but she turned to see how far away I was, leading to her demise. I was within an arm's length of her now. I reached out, fingers catching the bottom few inches of her hair and tugging. Her body stopped moving forward, and she crumbled to the ground with a cry.
“I told you to stay,” I playfully snapped, having loved the additional chase. “I think my little kitty needs to be reminded of who’s in charge.”
She yelped as I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder, screaming and kicking as I spanked her ass so hard, the soundechoed off the trees. I carried her back to the fallen tree, having already set my eyes on it for a special scene just for her.
I set her on her feet and worked quickly, unwilling to lose her again, tying her hands together—palms pressed tightly, fingers lined up—just how I wanted them.
“There. You can pray to me as I fuck you like the dirty little animal you are.”
She didn’t say a word—she just looked at me with huge eyes, full of surrender. I raised the rope, pulling her hands over her head, and lifted my mask over my lips.
“I just need one taste,” I said like an addict.
“Please,” she begged softly, a slight pout on her lips.
I bent down, pressing my mouth to hers lightly at first then smashing them together. She didn’t lean away, didn’t retreat. No. She pushed harder, moving her lips with mine, pouring everything she had into that kiss. We were both breathless when I finally pressed my free hand against her throat and pulled away.
“Back up,” I told her while keeping her arms above her.
She shuffled backward with my assistance until she collided with the log.
“Don’t move.”
I tossed the rope over the other side of the log then bent down to grab it. There were two ends and plenty of slack left, so I tied them to each of her ankles, pulling them back far enough that she had to stand on her toes. If she moved her feet, she’d pull on her hands,making her stretch over the log even more, scraping her back and arms along the bark.
But I’d make the pain worth it.
“Michael,” she groaned. “It hurts.”
I stood and admired my work then pulled out the toy I’d brought along.
She gasped as she took in the black vibrator. It had a sleek handle and a dip in the design just before the large head I’d have pressed against her clit soon.
“This is for you,” I told her as I held it in front of her face. “Stick your tongue out.”
She stuck it out, and I swiped the vibrator against it, coating it in her saliva. Her body was trembling, strung so tightly, I was sure she was barely holding on, as if a single touch would shatter her.
I yanked the toy away from her face and trailed it down her body. She wiggled and whimpered as I teased her, choosing a route down her thigh rather than where she needed it most.
“Keep your tongue out for me,” I instructed, and when she stuck it back out, I shoved two fingers down her throat.
