Chapter 11

Spending time with Miles is easy. He's fun, caring, attentive, and sexy. Between jogging, decorating, taking photos and making short videos to create a stock of promotional material, and fucking, the week flashes past like lights on a motorway. Before I know it, it's late on Friday, and I'm bouncing like a kid on Christmas Eve.

Everything is ready. Negative test results. Check. A clear plan of how our play will pan out. Check. A dry evening with clear skies and bright moonlight. Check. Comfortable clothing I can run in, but that's quick to take off. Check.

"Are you all right?" Miles wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck.

We're standing to the side of the house, with open land and then the wood in front of us.

"Yes. Excited."

He chuckles and nips my earlobe. "So am I."

My pulse quickens. "I've never done anything like this. Except for running away from you the other day. I've never been hunted by a lover before."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Uh. Yes. Surer than I've ever been of anything. It's going to be hot."

He nuzzles my jaw. "You get a five-minute head start."

"Five minutes. Got it."

"Do you need longer?"

"No."

"Whenever you're ready, boy." He steps away from me.

I blow out a breath, clench and unclench my fists, and take off, my feet pounding over the grass as I hurtle toward the woods. Miles and I have explored every inch of his land during our jogs. My chest burns as I sprint. I want to put distance between us before going to ground. I have no intention of making it easy for him to find me. He has to work for his prize.

I twist and turn, leaving our normal jogging track to plough through undergrowth. Silvery moonlight streams through the canopy, creating an ethereal, spooky atmosphere. Pockets of deep shadows hold snuffling animals. An owl hoots somewhere to my left. My pulse races. My breathing comes in rasps. Has Miles begun the chase yet?

I dart behind a huge oak tree and flatten my back against the rough bark. I fight to calm my breathing. Twigs crack in the distance. Miles. He's coming this way.

I push away from the tree. I have to jump to avoid twisting roots that seek to trip me up. Sweat makes my T-shirt cling to my body. The air is cool, but running and exhilaration warm me.

I go in circles, retrace my steps, and scrape over my footprints. Anything to lead him on a merry dance. Trees loom around me. Their branches creak and crack in the breeze. Any sense of familiarity with the wood fades away. Miles knows the wood far better than I do. He's going to hunt me down with ease. Would I mind if he caught me within moments? Yes. I want to be quivering with need and primal terror.

My foot squelches and slides. I pinwheel my arms. Mud splatters my legs. I overbalance and fall onto my knees and hands. Pain jolts through my arms. My teeth clatter together. Cold, squishy, damp seeps through the knees of my jogging bottoms. I jump to my feet and surge forward, arms pumping at my sides.

"Boy!" Miles's firm voice cracks like a whip through the wood.

I freeze, shoulders hunched. How close is he? It's impossible to tell. The trees warp the echo of his voice. Run. I have to run.

My legs ache. My throat burns. I need to hide soon. But where? I stand still, gasping as I take stock of where I am. I dart toward a clump of bushes. The ground dips away behind them, providing natural shelter. I skid into the dip. Mud and leaves stick to my clothes. I'm drenched in sweat. Fear is my cologne. I bite my finger to stop myself from breathing so harshly. Listen.

"You can't run from Daddy." Miles's voice has a hungry edge to it. He sounds calm, like he's barely broken a sweat.

I make myself small. Stay quiet. Can he hear the sound of my thumping heart?

"Come out, boy."

I'm shaking. I long to feel the press of his lips. Will he hold me down? Will he pin me to the ground? Will he take me hard when he finds me? I know the answers, but they elude my frantic mind. Should I stay here? Will he find me? Should I make a break for it? My cock aches with need. I want him to find me as much as I want the chase to continue.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are, boy." His voice is closer. Fiercer. More demanding.

I want to submit to his command. I want to run. Something small, fast, and dark scurries behind me. I slap my hand over my mouth. I can't yelp. Can't make a sound.

"I'll find you, boy."

Find me, Daddy. Fuck me.

I run, scrabbling up the dip I slid down. My feet slip in the dirt. My fingers grasp hold of twigs and leaves. I find solid ground and sprint.

"There you are, boy." His voice is too close.

My legs burn. My head pounds each time my feet strike the ground. Twigs crack behind me. I glance over my shoulder. Catch a glimpse of Daddy through the trees. His face is a picture of ferocious concentration as he sprints after me. I dart out of the wood into a field of tall grass and drop to my hands and knees. Will he see the grass part as I crawl through it, or does that only happen in cartoons?

"I'll find you."

Damn, I hope he does, yet I can't stop moving forward. I want to be fleeing when he catches me.

The grass rustles behind me.

"You can't hide from Daddy."

My knees are sore. Sharp, unseen stones prick my palms. I can't keep crawling. I stand and sprint, not daring to look over my shoulder. I feel his presence behind me. Hear his quick pants and his feet pounding over the ground. He's getting closer. He's faster than me. He's going to catch me. Catch me, Daddy.

Miles's firm arm loops around my waist. He lifts me off my feet. We spin and tumble to the ground, rolling until he's on top of me. He grabs my wrist and holds them above my head.

"I told you you couldn't run from me, boy." He presses his nose to the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. "Fuck, you smell amazing."

I shiver. God, I need him, but still, I struggle. Still, I pretend I don't want to be caught. I wrest my hands free, wriggle onto my stomach, and combat-crawl away. He grabs my jogging bottoms, pulling them off me. The grass tickles my bare legs. He's on me again, his body pinning mine to the ground. His breath is hot against my ear.

"Where are you going, boy?"

Take me, Daddy.

He flips me onto my back and claims my mouth, fucking it with his needy tongue. He cups my cock and squeezes hard. I moan into his mouth. I grasp his hair and tug. He bites my lip. Our lips fuse. He grinds hard against my dick.

"Fuck, I want you, boy."

And I need him. So, so much, but I'm not prepared to give up yet. I twist and slip away from him. Or did he let me go? I get to my feet and run through the grass. His footsteps are heavy behind me, getting closer. Fuck, he's fast. My heart is close to bursting it's beating so fast. Who knew this could be so exhilarating?

He grabs my top. I raise my arms, drop out of the garment, and continue running.

"You can't run, boy. I'll always catch you."

I grin. I'm counting on it. I'm almost naked, but I'm too excited to mind the wind's chill. I run a few more metres, pumping my legs and arms as I gulp in air. He slams into me from behind, sending me sprawling to the floor.

"Told you I'd catch you, boy."

I wanted to run. I wanted to be caught. Now, I want him.

He bites my ear lobe and rolls me onto my back. I rake my nails over his sweat-soaked t-shirt and invite his tongue into my mouth. I need him more than ever. I'm shivering and aching. I'm nothing but burning desire. If he doesn't take me soon, I'll combust and set this field ablaze.

I'm on my stomach before I realize what's happening. He tugs my underpants around my thighs. Cold damp drizzles over my arse. His thick finger presses against my entrance, and then he rams it inside me. I groan. Wriggle. Pretend to struggle.

"Where are you trying to go, boy? You're not going anywhere. You're going to take my fingers like a good boy. Then you're going to take my cock, and you're going to like it."

Yes, yes, I will.

"Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"You like that, don't you? Let me have your special word, boy."

"Yes, Daddy. Golf."

He plunges his finger into me harder and faster. It burns. It feels so good. I can't wait to have his cock inside me. I lift my head. He pushes it to the ground and presses hot kisses against my neck. His breath caresses my damp skin.

Oh, Daddy, I need you.

He puts a second finger into my arse. His thrusts are delightfully unforgiving. He's driving me wild. My breathing is erratic. My heart is beating so hard it could create a crater beneath us.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days. Everyone is going to know you're mine."

He bites my shoulder. His hand slips beneath my trembling body to pinch my nipple. Oh, god, it hurts. It's delicious. Perfect.

Take me, Daddy.

He presses his hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me down while he drags his jogging bottoms around his hips, freeing his thick, hard, dripping cock. He rubs lube over his length and jabs the head of his cock against my hole.

"You're going to take my huge cock, boy. I'm going to fuck you and fill you with my cum."

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy."

We haven't gone bare yet, even though we could have done. We were saving it for this moment. He knocks my knees apart with his, lies over me, and prods me with his cock.

I need him. Now. I thrust my pelvis up. He pushes me down and then rams inside me all the way to his balls. I cry out in pleasure and pain. He fucks me hard. Fast. It's rough and primal. His teeth nip and bite me. His hands hold my wrists down. Skin slaps against skin. We gasp and pant. Grunt and groan. He's making me his. Oh, god, I want to be his. I don't want to say goodbye. His cock is a hard, unforgiving rod inside me, pulsing and thrusting, splitting me in two in the most wonderful way. The intensity of his thrusts drives me into the ground. Fuck me all the way to Australia, Daddy.

"Daddy!"

I clutch at grass and dirt. I shiver. I sob with pleasure.

"Golf!" I scream the word so there's no doubt of how much I want and need him. How much I love every exhilarating second of the eager drilling he's giving me.

He fucks me harder. Faster. I didn't think it was possible. He's more beast than man. Oh, god, he's wonderful. This is wonderful. He's everything I've ever wanted. Everything I've ever needed. Don't stop, Daddy. Fuck me into eternity. Hold me until the sun goes supernova. Don't ever let me go.

His cock pulses inside me. Hot cum floods me. I shudder and groan. My orgasm spills out of me, leaving me a gasping, trembling wreck.

He lies still, his heart thudding against my back. "Thank you, boy. That was?—"

I chuckle wearily. "It really was."

He holds and kisses me softly, a weird juxtaposition to the ferocity of seconds before. "Are you warm enough?"

"Yes, Daddy." My skin burns from the heat of sex and the rush of adrenaline. I'm high on lust. High on him.

"Was that everything you wanted it to be, boy?"

"And more."

"Same. Would you do it again?"

"With you? In a heartbeat." But will we get the chance? I have to leave tomorrow. We have to say goodbye. I sob.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"I don't want to go. This week has been perfect." I sound pathetic.

"It has. Goodbye doesn't have to be forever."

I sniff. "I know."

I close my eyes and soak up his caring affection. Enjoy the feel of his softening cock and his cum inside me. I'm his.