38. Tyson

38

TYSON

One week later…

W e’re in our next town, Burlington. Sofia still feels sad about leaving her grandmother and best friend behind in Dawsbury. It’s after hours as I lead her through the darkened carnival, the rides silent and still. Her hand feels small in mine as we walk past the shuttered game stalls.

“Where are you taking me?” Sofia asks, her eyes darting around the empty carnival as we approach my trailer.

I chuckle, pulling her closer. “Back to our trailer. I plan to fuck you senseless all night, baby girl.”

She stops abruptly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh?”

I step closer. “Is that a problem?”

She bites her lip, her breathing quickening. “No... it’s just... ”

“Just what?” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her cheek.

“I want you, Ty. But—” She pauses, and I sense the conflict within her.

“But what?” I prompt.

“I want to try something.” She sinks her teeth into her full bottom lip. “Lily told me how Cade likes to chase her in the woods.” Sofia’s gaze moves to the woods surrounding the carnival.

“Oh?” I squeeze her hand, already intrigued by where this is going.

“Mmhmm.” She steps closer, her curves pressing against my arm. “I kind of like that idea. Especially if you wear a mask.”

Heat floods my body at her suggestion. “That sounds perfect.”

I guide her to the costume storage tent, rifling through our stock until I find what I want—a black full-face mask studded with silver and two dark mesh eye holes that will hide my expression completely.

Sliding it over my face, I turn to her. The mask changes my voice as it’s fitted with a voice distortion, making it deeper. “Run for me, baby girl. You’ve got thirty seconds before I come hunting.”

Sofia’s breath catches, her chest rising faster. Her green eyes darken with desire as she backs away from me.

“Better start counting,” she whispers, then turns and disappears into the darkness.

I begin the count, my blood pumping faster at the thought of pursuing her. My shoulder still aches a little, but the adrenaline makes it lessen.

I count to thirty slowly, drawing out the anticipation as I listen for her fleeing footsteps. My body is coiled tight, ready to spring after her. The night air is crisp.

I move, my footsteps purposeful, cutting through the carnival grounds toward the woods.

Sofia’s scent reaches me first—that unique blend of vanilla and something distinctly hers. I follow the trace of it, moving with purpose, my heart pounding in my chest.

The rustle of her dress betrays her hiding spot, and I smile beneath the mask. She’s chosen a dense cluster of trees, hoping to conceal herself in the shadows, but I see her with her back pressed against the thick trunk.

I close in, my footsteps silent, until I stand directly behind her, the curve of her hip brushing mine. She startles, a gasp escaping her, but I cover her mouth with one hand while the other curls around her waist, pulling her against me.

“No fair,” I murmur, relishing how she shudders in my arms. “I caught you too quickly.”

She squirms against me, and in a flash, she slips from my grasp, darting deeper into the woods.

“You didn’t catch me!” Her voice echoes through the trees.

I smile, eyes scanning the dark trunks and the moonlight filtering through. I spot her again. She’s hiding behind a thick oak, the pale skin of her shoulder visible, her dress caught on a branch.

I stalk toward her, keeping my movements slow and deliberate. She watches me, her eyes glittering with fear and excitement.

Closing the distance between us, I slam her against the tree, my body pinning hers to the rough bark. One hand tangles in her hair, holding her head back as I press my thigh between her legs.

“Please, no!” Her voice is breathless, her words arousing me further.

“I’m going to take what I want,” I growl.

“No, let me go,” she begs. Her eyes shine with unspoken desire.

She knows the word that will stop this. Just one word and I’ll release her. But she doesn’t speak it. Instead, I see the longing in her eyes that matches mine.

“Be a good girl and take it,” I order, my voice a low growl that vibrates through both of us.

She shakes her head in denial. I see the truth in how she melts against me, her body softening, inviting me in.

My hands are rough as I tear at the delicate fabric of her dress, exposing her breasts to the night air. Her nipples peak, begging for my touch. I pinch one between my fingers, twisting it until she whimpers.

“You like that?” I demand.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, leaving a trail of fiery pain as I press inside her. This fire spreads through my veins, sharpening my focus on her body and mine alone.

“That’s it,” I whisper against her ear as I thrust into her. “Fight me.”

The words leave my mouth as I claim her with every inch of me. I move with purpose, watching her face twist in a mix of struggle and pleasure. Those emerald eyes shine with a defiance that only urges me on.

Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me in, even as she protests.

“No!” she gasps. “Don’t do this!”

Her body betrays her lies as she arches her back, urging me to go deeper. I lose myself in the sensation of her wet heat, the way she squeezes around me as if she never wants to let me go.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” I challenge, withdrawing almost entirely and then plunging back into her tight core.

“I—I don’t—” Her words break as I sense her orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around me.

“Tell me, baby girl,” I demand. “Say you don’t want to come all over my cock.”

Her jaw clenches, teeth biting down on her lower lip. “I—can’t?—”

I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

But she doesn’t say our safe word. Instead, her body speaks for her as I thrust harder, pushing her toward the edge. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer, urging me on as her muscles tighten around me. She lets out a strangled cry, her release washing over her, her body trembling in the aftermath.

I touch her face, slide my hand along her cheek, and thread my fingers into her hair. I pull her head back to expose her throat, easing my mask up to press my lips to the sensitive skin below her ear.

She tastes like sin and temptation. Mine .

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper. “You came so beautifully for me while I took you against your will, didn’t you?”

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. I’m not ready to let her go, not yet.

“Please, no more,” she whispers, turning her face away, but her words hold no real conviction.

“We’re not done.” My voice is rough with desire as I nuzzle her ear. “You know you love every second of this.”

She shakes her head, her hair brushing against my bare chest. “Please, it’s too much.”

“Too much?” I growl, grabbing her hips and forcing her onto all fours. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

I push her forward so that her shoulders are pressed to the ground, her ass raised in the air, presented to me like a gift. Gripping her hips, I slide back into her, filling her in one smooth stroke.

Her shoulders tense, her fingers curl into the dirt in a futile attempt to find purchase.

“So tight, baby girl,” I murmur, withdrawing and thrusting back into her. “So perfect.”

My grip tightens on her hips as I move with a relentless pace, each thrust harder than the last. Her moans fill the night air with a beautiful melody. I lean over her, my hands gripping her shoulders, tilting her body to the perfect angle to take me even deeper.

“Please, Master,” she gasps, her voice breaking as I ram into her. “Oh, God, please. ”

She’s begging me to keep going, to push her beyond the limits of what she’s known.

Her body is a symphony beneath mine, every movement a new note, a new chord that fills the night air with a song only we can hear. I thrust into her, again and again, each movement deliberate, meant to elicit a response.

“You’re perfect, baby girl,” I growl, my voice deeper than I’ve ever heard. I wonder if it’s the mask transforming my voice or how she makes me feel—powerful, primal, in control. “You’re everything I want, everything I need.” I punctuate my words with each stroke of my cock. “Look at me.”

She looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes shine like emeralds in the darkness, burning with a passion that matches mine.

“You’re my good girl,” I tell her, watching her face as I say the words. “My perfect submissive.”

With each movement, her moans echo through the woods, music that emboldens me, urging me to take her harder, make her feel even more.

My hands trail down her spine, over the curve of her hips, to the soft skin of her thighs. My fingers dip lower until I brush her clit. A strangled cry escapes her, and her body jerks at the contact. Her walls clench around me as she struggles to find purchase.

“You like that?” I whisper into the night air. “When I touch you there?”

She nods, eyes forward. “Y-yes.”

“Do you like it when I make you come?” I continue to rub her clit in slow, torturous circles, my hips slamming into her. “Let me hear your voice, Sofia.”

“I—I like when you touch me.” Her words are choppy, broken by her erratic breaths. “Please, Ty, I?—”

“You what?” I stop my movements. “Tell me what you want.”

She gasps, her body trembling. “I want—I want you to keep touching me. Please.”

“Like this?” I tease, rubbing her slowly.

“Yes—please.” Her hips roll in time with my thrusts. “More.”

“Do you want to come for me?” I ask, my voice low and gravelly. My fingers still work their magic as my hips piston. “Beg me for it.”

“Please, Ty,” she whimpers. “Please, let me come.”

“Not until you admit it.” I pull out almost entirely, then slide back into her heat. “Not until you say that you want me to breed you. That you want to feel me pumping my cum deep inside that tight cunt.”

My thighs slap against her ass with each plunge. “Say it,” I order, quickening my pace. “Let me know how much you want me to breed you.”

“I want—oh, God—” She breaks off with a cry, her walls clenching around me as her orgasm builds. “I want you to breed me, Ty. Fill me up and make me come at the same time.”

“That’s my good girl.” I thrust with abandon, her words reverberating through me. My fingers working her clit even faster. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock and clench me so tight that I fill you with cum.”

As her orgasm crashes over her, her walls clenching and releasing in waves, I release my own pent-up desire, filling her with my release, branding her as mine.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Take my cum, baby girl.”

Together, we ride the waves of our climaxes, our bodies entwined in the darkness of the woods. At last, I slow my movements, easing her down from her high. She collapses against the forest floor, her breathing ragged, her body relaxed in the aftermath of her release.

Easing my dick out of her, I roll onto my side and push up on one arm, using my free hand to slide the mask up and off my face, tossing it to the side. Her eyes open, a question in their emerald depths.

Brushing the hair from her face, I see everything I never knew I wanted until I met her.

“I love you, Ty,” she whispers. “I know it’s crazy to say, with everything that’s happened and only knowing you for such a short time. I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”

My heart pounds against my ribs. For years, I’ve kept everyone at arm’s length, convinced that love was a weakness I couldn’t afford. But Sofia... she changed everything.

“I love you too.” The words come easier than I expected, as natural as breathing. “You’re everything to me.”

She reaches up, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Really?”

“Really.” I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers. “You make me want to be better. To be worthy of you.”

“You already are worthy of me,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine. “You saved me, Ty. Not just from my father or Paulie, but from a life without love. Without passion.”

I kiss her, pouring all my feelings into that gentle touch. When I pull back, her eyes are shining with tears.

“Don’t cry.” I wipe them away. “I’ve got you. Always will.”

She smiles through her tears. “Promise?”

“Promise.” I gather her closer, cradling her against my chest.

She’s mine. And I’m hers. Nothing is ever going to change that. I want to build her up and erase any insecurity she’s ever felt. And that’s exactly what I plan to do for the rest of our lives.