“On your knees, little fox.” My voice is deep, even unrecognisable to me as the animal inside takes over.
She drops to her knees on the mossy ground. The rope binding her wrist forces her hands above her head. “Is the rope necessary?”
“I can’t have you running away again.” I slip a hand beneath the fabric of my joggers and lift out my engorged dick. “You remember your safe word?”
She nods with a parted mouth as she stares at my shaft.
“When you can’t speak, shake your head if it gets too much.”
“Or I can just bite it off.”
A chuckle shakes my body. “I can see I’m going to have to fuck some of this sass right out of you.”
“You love it.” She pants the words, her mouth practically salivating at the sight of my dick. She isn’t wrong. I do love her sass. I love every fucking thing about this woman.
“Maybe.” I quirk a grin. “Now shut the fuck up and take my dick like a good little fox.” My finger and thumb pinch her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Before she has time to say anything else, I stuff my cock in her mouth.
A groan reverberates from deep in my throat like a wild animal marking its territory. I let go of her face, then run both hands through her silky hair, bunching it in my palms while I penetrate her throat.
Rain patters above me, filtering through the canopy. Poppy glances up through her lashes.
My eyelids flicker with pleasure and another throaty groan roars from my lips. “Don’t give me them eyes, Red, or I’ll shoot my load straight down your throat.” I pound into her mouth with bruising thrusts. “Do you want my cum in your mouth or your greedy pussy?”
Water drips down her face, but I can’t tell if it’s rain or her eyes are watering from gagging on my dick. Saliva drips down her chin as she swallows around me, causing my balls to draw up and my thighs to burn.
“You’re so fucking good at this. My little red fox taking my dick so well.” Just one more thrust, I tell myself. My stomach tightens with the need to hold back. She feels so fucking good. With a growl, I reluctantly pull out, knowing anymore of her delicate mouth would have me surging hot come down her throat.
“On your feet.” I command. She stands, wiping the saliva from her chin with her shoulder. I wrap the rope around her wrists a few times, then tie it with a knot so her hands are bound above her head in a standing position.
“You’re going to dislocate my shoulder at this rate.” She gives me a scowl, but with the glint in her eye, I know she’s only acting out to get a rise out of me. She probably wants another spanking knowing her, but is too proud to admit it. She doesn’t have to. I know what’s good for her, and I know what my little fox needs. Right now, she needs her pussy filled, but first I dine.
I dig my hand into my pocket, retrieving my knife and opening the blade. Poppy wriggles on the end of the rope like a worm on a hook, then stills as the blade gently runs along her breastbone.
With one quick slice, I cut her t-shirt in half, exposing those bouncing tits I love, covered in black lace.
“Are you mad? That was my favourite t-shirt.” She jerks her body in an attempt to kick me, then loses her footing so she’s on her tiptoes where the ground slopes down.
My hand slips between her thighs. “Shh, relax or I’ll have to punish you some more.”
“You’re fucking crazy, Dom.”
I massage her soft mound over her leggings until her scowl disappears. She writhes against me, her greedy pussy wanting more, but she’s gonna have to work for it.
“What is it you want, Red?” My fingers press deeper between her touching thighs as if hunting for buried treasure. Rain drips above us, but between her thighs she’s already damp. “Tell me.”
She moans. “You, Dom. I want you. Please.”
Hearing her beg makes me want to please her, and this time, I’m on my knees, cutting open her leggings with the knife, then using my hands to rip them apart. It’s dinnertime, and this hound’s hungry for fox.
Her legs tremble as the cool air hits her bare skin. Goosebumps break out on her thighs, and she gasps when I cut the gusset of her knickers in two and knock her knees apart. Water drips onto her sensitive flesh, but she’s already drenched. Shredded black fabric and lace litter the surrounding ground, and I sit back on my haunches to admire my masterpiece.
Each heavy panting breath causes her tits to rise, her dark red nipples now ripe and wet from the rain, ready for me to take a bite. She whimpers, lifting her face up to the canopy above us as the rain patters against her face. She opens her mouth, sampling the tears from heaven.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this. I wish you could see yourself. My fox, caught in the forest, wild and slick with lust.” I trail a palm between her saturated thighs and dip my finger into her pool of desire.
She cries out a deep throaty sound like that of a wild animal, and I groan along with her as my finger disappears into her tight little cunt. Her walls clamp down around my digits, and I groan again, knowing how good that’s gonna feel around my dick.
“Dom, more. I need more.” She pleads, rocking her hips, fucking my hand, desperate for my cock.
