DOM
Distracting her from that damn shirt wasn’t easy. Even now she’s looking at me suspiciously as I show her how to defend herself, but the fresh air and letting her outdoors seems to have brightened her mood.
She inhales the essence of the forest. The fresh pine scent and bouquet of wild flowers hangs in the air, but down on the ground as I tackle her to the floor, the earthy aroma of moss and something else that’s only her. She’s aroused, giving off those pheromones that drive the animal in me wild.
She hooks her leg around mine, then rolls me onto my back. “See, I told you I can take care of myself.” She straddles me with an adorable, smug smile on her face.
“The game’s not over yet, little fox.” My hands move over her thick, legging clad thighs and slip over her abundant hips. I grip her there as I thrust my pelvis upwards, wanting her to know just what sort of effect she has on me.
She gasps. “You’re hard?”
“I’m always hard with you, Red.” I slide my hands around the back of her bountiful ass and squeeze the pillowy cheeks.
She rocks her hips, rubbing her pussy against my hard dick.
“You’re getting distracted, Red.” I roll her back over so I’m on top, pushing her to the dirt. Twigs stick in her hair. I grind my dick into her plump little pussy and growl. “You make me feral, baby.”
I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her, getting a hint of her arousal once again, like a drug getting me high. “With you, I’m a fucking animal. I want to tear you apart and put you back together again. I want to rip your heart out and fuse it with mine, and I want to feast on your cunt until I’m satiated.”
My head travels south, biting her stomach as I tug at the waistband of her leggings. My mouth hovers over her sensitive flesh, my hot breath seeping through the fabric makes her lift her hips for more.
“As much as I want you to feast on me, I have something more fun in mind.” She squeezes her thighs around my head in a vise. “Now who’s getting distracted?”
“I can see I’m going to have to do better.” I bite down on her pussy, causing a yelp. She squeezes her thighs tighter, gripping me in a headlock before flipping me over onto my back again. Straddling my face, she rocks her hips as if getting herself off on my face.
I inhale her scent. My blood courses hotter with every second. A growl spills from my mouth like a rabid dog. “If you like these leggings, you have about five seconds to take them off before I rip them from your pussy.”
With a quirk of her lips, she teases the waistband, then stands, her feet on either side of my head. She sways her hips, running her fingers along the waistband, dancing for me with long teasing sways of her ass.
From this angle, laid on my back, watching her hand slide down her body and stroke the jewel between her thighs over her leggings, has me palming my own arousal over my joggers. “Show me that plump little red pussy.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. Fire consumes my flesh and bones as I grow hotter and hotter for my fox. “I want to see you bare before I feast on you.”
She shivers, her eyelids flicker, then she quirks her lips. “You’ll have to catch me first.” Before I register what she just said, she bolts through the trees.
I turn my head to see the direction she went, then jump to my feet. Disoriented, I spin around, but she’s out of sight. I strain my ears listening for the rustle of leaves or a snap of a twig. “Red?” I growl. “You’d better run, little fox. When I catch you, I’m going to rip you apart.”
I stomp through the forest. Uneasiness setting in my chest the longer she’s out of my sight. The further she treks, the more apprehension builds, making my heart thump against my ribs.
A flash of red catches my eye between the trees. I relax, knowing she hasn’t strayed too far, but inside my blood bubbles hot for her and my wild fox needs to be domesticated.
Sneaking up behind her, I wrap my hand around her throat. She claws at my fingers like a wildcat. Her body wrestles to get away, until I grip my other hand between her thighs, squeezing her fleshy cunt.
“I told you to run, little fox.” My deep voice groans into her ear.
She relaxes against me, dropping her shoulders as she leans her back against my chest. I massage between her legs, my fingers leisurely teasing over her leggings.
A few feet away hangs an old tree swing, the tyre long gone, but the tattered rope still hangs like a noose. This game of hers just got interesting. Holding her wrist tight, I drag her towards the rope. We step over the large roots protruding from the ground like claws from the underworld, reaching up to snatch our souls. But the only thing that’s taking Poppy is me. She’s mine and not even Hades himself is going to take her from me.
The setting sun filters through the veil of branches overhead, casting shadows on the ground. Her wide green eyes catch sight of the rope. She sucks in a sharp breath. “Dom, what are you doing?”
“You thought you could tease me like that and not face the consequences?” With the fire burning up my insides, my eyes smoulder with heat, my mouth fills with hot saliva, thinking of all the things I can do to her out in the open on my land. This is my territory, my hunt and my feast for the taking. MINE.
She squirms in my grasp. “What are you going to do?” Her eyes burn bright when she sees the wicked grin on my face.
With her hands in front of her stomach, the old rope is the perfect length to bind her wrists together. “You’re not the only one that joined the scouts, Red.”
Her fiery hair glows in the setting sun as a light peeks through the veil, putting her in the spotlight. Her wide eyes glitter, telling me she wants this as much as I do.
