19. BONES

19

BONES

F uck, it was glorious to watch Wynter come into her own with that blade in her hand. I knew it was the perfect weapon for her.

She’ll be killing again soon enough. I won’t let her conscience get in the way. I’ll make it so the only voice in her head is mine.

I give her a head start and resecure the rope around my shoulders. Everything tonight has been set up perfectly for our little date and I wouldn’t want to ruin the finale by misplacing it in the chase.

Wynter’s so loud when she runs that I find her easily.

Rushing up behind her I grab her hair, pulling her back to me so I can sink my teeth into her neck. Right where her scars are. I bite down until I taste blood, replacing her scars with my own. She screams out in pain, stamping her heels down on my feet and thrashing her elbows back. Managing to get me in the ribs, my grip loosens enough for her to run again.

“There’s no escaping this!” I taunt her with the twisted role-play. “That little pussy’s going to be fucked raw and bred for me! You’ll be swollen with my baby by morning!” I catch up far too easily. “You need to try harder than that, whore .”

Lunging at her, we crash into the dirt, leaves scattering around us. She tries to crawl away from me, but I keep her pressed down. I slip a hand between us and reach for her pussy. “No panties?” I breathe against her ear. “You really do want to make me a daddy.”

My cock’s solid from her fighting me and the heat of her pussy against my fingers. I push two inside her. Fuck she’s so slick for me.

“Get off me!” she screams as she pushes her ass against me. My fingers bury deeper into her pussy all the way to the knuckle. “Ah!” she moans and her hips buck.

“Ready to be filled full of come?” With my fingers still deep inside her, I unzip myself with my other hand. The slight reprieve is enough for her to swing her elbows back. I rise onto my knees to avoid getting smacked in the face and she escapes me.

I watch as she runs away, full of hope, full of hate and soon to be full of come.

Everything goes quiet once she’s out of sight and I rise to my feet to stalk her once more.

“Where’s my little cum dumpster gone?” The words coming out of my mouth make me want to rip my own vocal chords out, but if this is what helps her finally release her rage and relieve herself of her conscience then I’ll do it for her.

I step forward and see her shoes discarded on the ground. As I look down at them she leaps out from behind a tree. The blade in her hand catches the moonlight and I only just duck out of the way before she cuts me. Fuck, that’s hot.

Before I can right myself, she grabs my hair and forces me onto my knees. With the dagger held to my throat, she looks me directly in the eye and says, “You will never touch me again! I didn’t give you what you wanted. You failed. Now I get to live my life and you get to rot.”

She moves the dagger away and pushes me onto all fours. A triumphant smile sits proudly on her face.

Slowly I rise to my feet. “You’ve not won yet. You haven’t drawn blood.”

Her lips make that sexy little o shape before she’s running again. Her pace is slower now, she’s stumbling over her own feet and ends up nearly falling onto her knees more than once. I only have to walk to keep up with her this time.

Tripping on a fallen branch she falls forwards and rolls onto her back to keep scrambling away from me.

There’s no getting away this time though. Grabbing her ankle, I drag her towards me. “Caught you again.”

She slashes the dagger out and I block it with my forearm. The steel slices effortlessly into my skin.

Bringing the cut to my mouth, I drag my tongue along it and smile. “Good girl.”

I pull the mask off letting my hair blow free and the crisp night air cools my heated face.

“Did that feel good, little viper?”

She’s too out of breath to speak and only manages to nod.

“You’ve run from him and finally won, but do you really think you’ll be able to escape me?”

Lust and fear fill her eyes.

“Did you think the game was over?” I shake my head, taunting her. “The hunt’s only just begun. Now keep running.”

In her haste to get away from me she drops the dagger.

I pick it up and wipe it clean as I give her a longer head start this time. I want her to think she might actually have lost me, then just when that fear starts to cripple her, I’ll claim her.

Once enough time has passed, I bring up the app on my phone to track her. I don’t consider it cheating. Not when I had it put in for this exact purpose, so that she can never escape me.

The grounds are large enough for her location to be pinpointed precisely enough for me to find her.

I take it slow as I follow her. Deliberately stepping on twigs and kicking up leaves, forcing her to dart out from her hiding places and run again.

We do this same dance for almost an hour until I’ve decided she’s ready to be claimed.

Checking the app again I find she’s stopped. Waiting for me no doubt. I bet her pussy’s weeping for me. If I were a dog I’d have my nose pressed to the ground inhaling her scent to track her down.

When I’m close enough to her location, I wait in silence. I can do this all night, but I know she’s weary. This is all new for her. The killing, the adrenaline. I’m used to it and know how not to waste it.

Taking the rope from around my shoulder, I start to knot it. I picked out a stiffer rope for this occasion, not my usual Shibari ones. Its rigidity allows me to create the perfect honda knot and with my homemade lasso in hand, I wait patiently again.

After a few minutes, there’s a light rustle of leaves up ahead. Then I hear Wynter take a sharp breath before running again.

I make myself known once more as my heavy boots scuff up the dirt around me.

“Found you, little viper.”

She screams as she spots me over her shoulder. Judging by the uneven gait to her run, she’s reached her limit.

I’ve only got one shot at this. I swing the rope her way and the lasso loops over her head. As soon as it passes her shoulders, I tug, constricting it around her so she falls backward with a loud yell.

With each step I take, I pull the rope, dragging her closer to me. She writhes around on the ground screaming and yelling like a wild animal.

“Looks like I’ve caught myself a needy little slut,” I mock, rolling her onto her back and kicking open her legs before kneeling between them. “Time to take what's mine.”

Caught up in her rage, she spits in my face.

Taking my cock out, I wipe the spit off my cheek and lube myself up with it. She settles down as she watches me stroking myself. Her teeth sink into her plump lower lip as her eyes grow heavy.

“That’s all the lube you're getting so you better pray you're nice and wet for me.” Without warning I thrust inside her tight pussy.

“Fuck!” She is wet. So. Fucking. Wet. I can’t control myself as I begin violently thrusting in and out of her. So wet yet so fucking tight. “Your pussy wants me so bad. She’s sucking me all the way in.”

Wynter lets out an annoyed groan, but I also hear the notes of pleasure underneath. Her head tips back, her hands clawing at the dirt beneath her where they’re trapped at her sides.

“You’re going to come for me like this, aren’t you? I don’t even need to touch your clit. You crave my cock so much that it’s all you need to break completely.”

“No,” she protests as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her hips bucking wildly, taking me deeper each time. It’s rough and dirty, and I know she loves it.

I grab her ass and lift her higher so my cock hits her G-spot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She cries out as she comes around me. My lap gets warm and I look down to see her soaking me. A waterfall gushes out of her tight little pussy and drenches my cock.

“That’s it, my love. Bet no one’s ever made you do that before.”

“Screw you,” she gasps.

Her words are the ignition that makes my own orgasm explode out of me. “I love you too,” I sigh as my balls empty, my come finding its home exactly where it’s meant to be.

Pulling out, I watch as it trickles out of her. Although I do love knowing how much of me she carries inside her, I love the sight of her messy with my come just as much.

She tries to sit up, but I stand up first. Placing my foot on her chest, I push her back down. “Did I say I was done with you?”