41. Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Ethan

I can't help but laugh at my bunny's ingenuity. I expected her to beg me to fuck her on a picnic table or try to cajole me into letting her come with another blowjob, but I never expected another chase and fuck game. She must really be into it. To my surprise, so am I.

I don't chase my victims. I study their patterns, then grab them when they least expect it, using the paralyzing drug to avoid a scuffle. I do all that to reduce the chances of leaving evidence behind, to avoid getting caught. However, now I can see the appeal of toying with the victim. Of letting them run, allowing them a sliver of hope that they can actually escape, then hunting them down. The rush is intoxicating.

Of course, I don't want to kill Kayla. I do want to chase her, though. I want to catch her, hold her down, and rut her into the forest floor.

Running with a stiff cock is mighty uncomfortable, but Kayla couldn't have gotten far. She's not much of a runner, and she must be tired after working on the ranch and riding that horse.

She wasn't the only one who struggled with arousal back there. All it took was one look at how her thighs, clad in tight leggings, flexed when she moved in the saddle and I was battling my own desire to pull her off the damned horse and bend her over the railing.

I was going to wait until we got home in case she needed to rest or shower before having sex, but once again, my bunny threw me for a loop.

My feet pound into the soft forest floor as I take after her. Not that the few trees around the road and the bush patches between them have any right to be called a forest. In fact, the trees are so scarce I can still see Kayla's red shirt even though she's about two hundred feet ahead of me.

Not wanting the game to end too quickly, I let her gain a little distance. Not too much, though. I can't have her finding a hiding spot and finishing herself before I get to her. Like I said, she comes around my cock or not at all.

I break through the underbrush to where I last saw the telltale flash of red, only to find Kayla's shirt hanging on a branch. The laugh that bubbles out of my chest is both amused and sinister.

"A scared, half-naked girl running alone through the forest," I muse loud enough so that she can hear me. She must be hiding somewhere close, but I can't spot her at the moment. "And a monster chasing her. Hunting her," I add in a deeper voice. "I wonder how that could possibly end."

A noise comes from my right, but when I turn to investigate, Kayla sprints out of a hiding spot on my left. It only takes me a few leaps to block her path.

I take her in. She's panting; there are twigs and leaves in her hair and dirt smeared on her arms and torso. Her eyes are wild, fear and desire warring for dominance.

She's never looked more beautiful.

"It appears I caught my bunny," I say as I step closer.

Kayla scowls. "Nope."

She flicks her hand, throwing a handful of leaves and dirt and gravel at me. Instinctively, I close my eyes, even though her attack is aimed mostly at my chest. Before I can pull myself together, Kayla's running again, weaving her way between the trees and bushes and skipping over fallen branches and protruding roots.

Fuck, I love this girl!

"Enjoy your run, bunny!" I shout. "Sooner or later, I'll catch you. It's rabbit season today!"

Kayla

My thighs are burning, my heart is trying to smash its way out of my ribcage, and I'm pretty sure one of my lungs collapsed, but I keep running. A branch whips my shoulder, snagging on my shirt, the fabric tearing as I don't stop. I can't stop. There's a monster after me. A predator. And I'm the prey.

Also, I'm so damned horny I might just spontaneously combust in flames, setting this sorry excuse for a forest on fire. My pussy lips are swollen and rubbing against my wet clothes in the most delectably torturous way possible. I contemplate stopping and taking care of the burning need, but Ethan is not far behind. He won't let me touch myself.

My hiking boots are no better suited for running than they were for horse riding, but I'm grateful for them as I slip on a root, and they save me from breaking my ankle. Damn, this running through the woods kink is more difficult than it seemed!

I slow down, realizing I don't hear rustling behind me anymore. Did I really outrun Ethan?

I scoff at myself. Yeah, like that would ever happen. He's probably just stalking me quietly now. Maybe waiting somewhere in front of me already. He could be behind that thick tree. Or underneath that bush. Hell, he could be anywhere!

What should I do? Where do I go?

As if to save me from the trouble of figuring out my next step, Ethan's hand darts from behind a tree, yanking me against his chest. "Boo!" he chuckles darkly. "Caught you, little bunny."

A shriek escapes, and I thrash in his grip, but he easily overpowers me. "Let me go!" I cry as he pins my arms to my body.

"I think not."

He kicks my legs from under me and lowers me to the mossy forest floor, immediately straddling my thighs. I flail my arms in a pathetic attempt to slap him, but he grips both my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head. "Are you done?" he asks, his other hand gripping my cheeks.

I'm done. I'm so fucking done. I just want him to fuck me already. "Yes."

Ethan cocks his brow. "Yes, what?"

Huh? What does he want to hear? "Yes…sir? Master? Daddy?" I cringe at the last word.

Ethan cringes back. "Ugh. Red."

I laugh. "Yeah, I don't like that one either." I know some people love it, and I'm happy for them, but I just don't see anything erotic in it, and I'm beyond grateful Ethan doesn't either. "Will you please fuck me already? Sir?"

"You've got a mouth on you, bunny," he chuckles. "Lucky for you, I'm done waiting."

He flips me over, pulling my hips up until my ass sticks up. One hand tangled in my hair is holding my cheek down in the dirt, and the other one yanks my leggings and panties down at once.

I spread my legs, expecting his fingers on my pussy, but he spanks my ass instead. "That's for running away from me," he growls, bringing his hand down again. "You're. Fucking. Mine." Each word is accentuated by another strike, the pain shooting straight into my clit and turning to pleasure on the way. "There's nowhere you could run where I wouldn't find you. Nowhere you can hide. No one that can help you. You. Are. Mine. Understood?"

My moans and whimpers become a cacophony of desire. "Y-yes. Yes, sir!" I add when he slaps my ass again. "I'm yours. Only yours. Please, I need you! Ethan, please!"

I whimper in relief when he finally touches my pussy, his fingers sliding through the wetness between my thighs. That's it, he'll finally—"OH, GOD!"

He slaps my clit, the sharp pain pushing me over the edge. I shriek out, writhing underneath him as I ride out my orgasm, his fingers teasing my overly sensitive spots. Just when I start to come down from my high, Ethan slams into me, bottoming out in one rough stroke, setting off fresh waves of pleasure. I'm not sure if it's a new orgasm or a continuation of the previous one, and I lack the brain capacity to ponder the topic.

My fingers dig into the dirt as Ethan pounds into me, my cheek sliding back and forth across the layer of leaves and dirt on the forest floor. His fingers are still in my hair, holding me down, the grip bordering on painful. His other hand is on my hip, then slides in front of my body to find my tortured clit. As he rubs it, I clench around his cock. "Oh, I like that," he chuckles.

"Too much," I whimper, trying to move out of his reach, but he doesn't relent.

"It's not too much. You'll come for me again, bunny." At my sound of protest, he slaps my ass again. "Yes, you will. It's not up for discussion. I'll tell you what to do, and you'll do it. Understood?"

"Yes…" A sharp flare of pain makes me amend, "Yes, sir."

Ethan grunts his approval. He nudges my knees further apart, deepening the angle at which his cock pounds into me with the power of a pneumatic hammer. His fingers on my clit continue moving, relentlessly pushing me toward another orgasm.

When I shatter, Ethan follows, his cock pulsating inside me as I squeeze every single drop out of it.

"Fuck." He collapses on top of me, supporting his weight just enough so as not to crush me.

"Mmm," I agree, panting. "Fuck."

We lie there in a tight embrace until I can no longer stand the twig digging into my stomach and wriggle. Ethan immediately releases me, his smile bashful. "I'm sorry. I got a little lost in the moment. Are you okay?"

"Better than okay." I roll onto my back, wincing as I stretch out my arms and legs. My thighs burn as if I just spent an hour in the gym, and I know I'll feel them tomorrow. Maybe the day after that, too.

Ethan looks worried, so I hurry to reassure him. "I'm fine, really. It's just too much exercise. The work in the stables, the horse riding, the running…"

"The fucking," he adds, his worries melting away. "Do you want me to carry you back to the car?"

"So you can throw out your back, and then we're both be useless tomorrow? No, thank you. I expect a massage when we get back home, though. And help with detangling my hair because fuck, that's going to hurt. And maybe—What?"

He stares at me, his mouth hanging open. "You said home. You said, ‘When we get back home.' Did you mean that?"

Huh. I did say that, didn't I? And I don't feel like taking it back. "Yes. I meant it. I mean, I live with you already, don't I? My toothbrush is on your bathroom counter, my shampoo in your shower, my clothes in your closet. It's too late for you to change your mind now," I tease.

Ethan captures my mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. "As if I'd ever change my mind about you. Come on." He pulls me to my feet and hands me my shirt. "Let's get back home and start on that hair because damn, girl, it's a mess."

I sigh as I try to run my fingers through the tangled curls. Yeah, it's a mess. Still, it was worth it.