He grabbed at me, but I thrashed wildly, avoiding his hands, and ran back around the corner. He swung his arm and missed, but he still managed to shove me shoulder-first into the wall.
The pain made me grunt, but I kept moving, practically feeling his breath at the back of my neck.
“You’ve made this so much fun, but now it’s time I get what I came for, little kitty.”
I screamed when he yanked me back by my hair, the rubber hair tie popping off when his fingers tore through it.
“Gotcha,” was all he said as he pulled me back until I collided with him, my back to his chest, the force hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
He wrapped his free arm around me, still tugging my hair, pulling my head to the side. I all but ignited in flames when his mouth came down on the side of my neck. The spot was sensitiveand ticklish, and I tried to move my head and protect myself, but his hold on my hair kept me in place.
“Oh God…” I mumbled as he scraped his teeth along my skin hard enough to make me whimper.
He must’ve lifted his mask…
His deep chuckle grazed down my spine, and every hair stood on end, but he didn’t let up.
Instead, he devoured my neck like it was his meal, licking, sucking, biting, even once the thin skin was sore, and I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. His facial hair scraped my neck, rough and unshaven in a way that added to the sensation. It left behind a tingling heat, each kiss grazing me, sanding at my resistance.
I tried to wriggle against him, but his muscled arm kept mine trapped at my sides. All I achieved was making him groan as my ass pressed against his hardened cock tenting his pants.
“Do that again,” he commanded, but I stilled, refusing to give him what he wanted so quickly. “I said, do it again. Rub yourself against my cock and show me how much of a slut you are for it.”
His arm moved down my body until he was cupping my pussy. He shoved my panties between my wet folds, rubbing them against my clit, making me moan. He used his new grip on me to pull my ass over his cock. Our height difference had me on my tiptoes, nearly off the floor.
“If you won’t be a good girl for me, so be it. I’ll force you to your fucking knees and make you worship me.”
He whipped me around until we were face-to-face, his huge hands digging into the flesh of my upper arms. His mask was pulled to his nose, revealing his glistening lips, which looked slightly swollen.
And kissable.
Our heavy breaths mingled as I stood on my tiptoes, my eyes glued to his mouth. Before I could make contact, though, he shoved me to my knees.
“Fuck!” I cried out when I landed with acrack, the pain vibrating up my thighs.
“You don’t get to kiss your master, kitty. You open your mouth and wait for him to stuff you full of his cock.”
I narrowed my eyes at him but obeyed, opening my mouth wide and perching my ass on my heels. He smiled and let me go while he unbuttoned his pants. When the moment seemed right, I stood and fled again, laughing when he yelled out in frustration and took off after me.
Soon, his dark chuckle echoed everywhere, bouncing off the walls and chilling my skin.
“Here, kitty kitty,” he taunted, getting closer.
I refused to turn around, knowing he was right behind me, but it didn’t matter. Soon, his hand was wrapped tightly around my neck, stopping me in my tracks.
He pulled me against him, sinking his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes, the painteetering on the edge of unbearable, though my pussy couldn’t tell the difference at this point.
“You won’t get away from me again.”
Michael didn’t let go of me as he forced me back to my knees. He looked down at the bulge in his pants, my eyes following; he nodded when I peered back at him.
My hands shook with a bit of fear and some exhaustion but mostly anticipation and lust. I felt wild and free, having just been chased down by a stranger and forced to submit. I trailed my fingers over the waistband of his jeans, and he pushed his hips forward, releasing a low, guttural sound.
His jeans were already undone, so I dragged them down his hips, enough to reveal his bulge, leaving his boxers over his cock. Even though it was covered, it was clear it was huge, and I had no doubt he was telling the truth about the ten inches he’d promised to stuff me with earlier.
There was no way he’d fit.
“Don’t be a fucking brat,” he spat, tightening his grip in my hair until I cried out. “Get my cock out and show me you can be a good girl, or only one of us is leaving here fully satisfied.”
