“It means you’re mine now, Vivienne, and you owe me one kinky confession. I’m going to fulfill every single one of your fantasies. Where do you want to start?” There’s that cocky attitude that makes my pussy clench with need, remembering how good it felt to take him.
I bite my lip, filled with nerves. I’ve never told another single living soul one of my fantasies. Not Jackson. Not Roxy. Not anyone. I shake my head.
“Don’t make me force it out of you. Be a good girl, little muse. I want to make our one night together unforgettable. It has to last until next time.”
“Tell me what’s something you’ve always wanted—anything,” he demands.
“I don’t know what makes you think I’m scared of anything you can do to me,” I challenge, my bratty personality making its signature debut.
“Oh darling,” he tsks. “You’re going to tell me, then beg me to make you come. I have my ways, and I’m not afraid of playing dirty to get what I want.”
I smile defiantly.
“Last chance. Let me give you this as a gift. I want to do this for you—to keep you thinking about me day and night while I’m gone.” His voice is husky, laced with frustration from not getting his way.
He’s scowling while his eyes dominate mine with a stare that sends goosebumps erupting over my skin and leaves every hair on my body standing on edge. My pussy is on fire, desperate for the things he’s offering. My body screams at me to agree to the terms of his game. “Fine, but consider it a gift from me. A tokenof my trust in you that you promise not to break my heart, Cas Wilder. I’m not consenting to that.”
He softens in understanding, but in a flash, it’s gone, replaced with nothing but calm. “I promise, little muse. I always protect what’s mine.”
“I’ve always wanted to be chased through the woods by a masked man, but I suppose a park will do, and you are, in fact, a masked man, aren’t you?” I quip, my brow raised at him, hoping he’s not equipped with a mask for my impossible request.
Silence stretches between us for a few seconds, and I instantly regret telling him.
Cas chuckles, a low, menacing laugh that suddenly makes my blood run cold through my veins. His entire demeanor changes. Everything about him feels dangerous. “Oh, baby girl, you better enjoy running. I’m going to have so much fun chasing you.”
A sensual shiver rolls through me, awakening every nerve in my body as I watch him walk away to retrieve the mask I banked on him not having.
Chapter seventeen
Lucky for her, I don’t go anywhere without my signature mask. At the van, I unzip my backpack, remove the mask, and toss on my hoodie, pulling the hood up over my head.This couldn’t have possibly worked out any better,I think, strolling back to where I left the girl I’m fucking obsessed with waiting for my return. She doesn’t realize how much I’m into this fantasy of hers. I have to force myself to walk slowly, when I secretly want to start running at her from the start. I can see her from the edge of the parking lot—so trusting and patiently waiting for whatever I have in store.
I move towards her, slinking like a predator stalking its prey—every step intent on her capture. Once I’m close enough for her to hear me, I drop my voice low and husky to give her the full experience. “Oh, Vivienne,” I sing her name, “are you ready to play?”
She stands, holding the chains on the swing for balance, swaying nervously. I watch as her body twitches in reaction to her fight-or-flight response.
“What’s the safeword?” she asks.
“You didn’t negotiate one in your request,” I state matter-of-factly, my voice raspy.
“I’m requesting one now,” she gulps, taking in my towering form, mask and all.
“Sorry. It’s too late for that.” I tilt my head to one side. “Run, Vivienne. When I catch you, I’m going to make you mine.”
If she actually wants me to stop at some point, I will. But for now, I stay in character. This is what she asked for. She wants to be my naughty little victim. I’ll give her the full experience. I don’t think she realized how serious I am.
I barrel towards her at full speed. Or maybe she didn’t expect me to make a beeline for the swings so quickly. She springs into motion, playing along perfectly.
“Oh no, Mr. Masked Man, please don’t chase me!” she squeals, sprinting for the spider-shaped climbing dome.
She feigns a slow-motion climb while looking frantically over her shoulder, fighting off a giant smile. I follow her exact path, climbing up and over, then following her on foot. Vivienne dramatically crosses swinging balance poles and jumps onto the platform on the other side with a whisper-scream.
I continue my pursuit, walking like a masked man in a slasher movie—slow and confident. I’m so fucking turned on. This is so much fun. I can see exactly why she works in the comic book industry. She climbs the steps, pretending to trip. On her hands and knees, she crawls across the bridge. On the other side, she crawls into a tunnel that turns into a slide where she can escape.
Breaking course, I leap off the bridge like a ninja, sprinting to the bottom of the slide, where I easily block her escape.
“Well, well, well,” I snarl. “Look what we have here.” I capture each wrist as I drop to a squat in front of her, then pin her arms above her head. I take my girl in. Chest heaving, eyes wide, doing her best to play her part as the helpless victim. It turns me on even more.
“Oh no, you caught me. What are you going to do?” she gasps, batting her eyelashes.
