Thorne

Thorne

M y boots crunch through the dried pine needles and pieces of bark littering the forest floor. I walk, with the flashlight trained on my prey as she scampers ahead of me.

I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am, but I'm also having to wage an inner battle against the protective asshole part of me that is screaming to put an immediate stop to this.

She could fall.

Her wrists are taped together.

What if she hits her head?

So, I hang back, but not nearly as much as I'm supposed to. Allowing the beam of my flashlight to bounce over the uneven terrain, it lights a glow, revealing the direction Foxglove runs off in as she flies into the night.

Ven has her tracker up on his phone, Ky most likely is doing the same. It's not like she can truly go missing out here, but it took me a minute to get on board with what my girl wanted from us.

Except, seeing the shy smile glimmer in her eyes when I finally relented and agreed to this fuckery, well, of course, I'd already lost before we'd even started.

She's unsteady on her feet, finding her footing and stumbling a few times. My pace quickens as I keep closing the distance between us.

I get her first, and I'm in no mood to draw this out.

Ven and Ky can be the ones who play hunter and hunted.

I'll take what I want, then happily sit back and watch our girl get used so beautifully.

Almost as if she hears my thoughts, that's the moment she chooses a path that will make my next move oh, so easy.

Foxglove veers to the right, and the thick coverage of the trees gives me the perfect path to cut her off, as I break into a jog, closing in rapidly. I flick the flashlight to a red glow, matching the mask, providing enough for me to see by, and her head whips around at the sudden loss of scattered light from just a second ago.

When I catch her, she's panting, wide-eyed. Foxglove jolts as I grab her from behind, just like back at the tattoo studio.

"On your knees," I growl through the plastic, and that draws a faint, whimpering noise from behind her gag.

My good girl sinks down with her back to me, trembling, as my hand holds her neck.

Through my gloves, I feel her throat work down a frantic swallow, and that's when my cock jerks in anticipation of where this is heading.

Using the toe of my combat boot, I kick her knees to spread for me. "Wider."

Foxglove whimpers again, a soft sound that for a moment has me pausing because my brain is connecting this kind of moment to far too many times when I had to do this shit with only one outcome in mind. The kind of scene that ended in pools of blood, rather than pleasure.

My good fucking girl, as if she can sense that I'm fighting a battle to fully allow myself to take on this role that she wants me to play, her fingers reach around my wrist, and squeeze reassuringly a couple of times before falling away once more.

That flips the switch.

Letting go of her throat, I clip the flashlight to my vest and push forward, shoving one hand between her shoulders to tip her body so that she crashes onto her elbows, ass in the air.

I'm moving before my brain catches up, pulling out my knife. I fist the hem of her skirt where the stretchy fabric is pulled tight across her thighs and tug it up to bunch around her waist. All it takes is two quick snicks of the blade against delicate material, and her panties fall away from her body into my waiting hand.

"Up," I command, and Foxglove scrambles to sit back on her heels, staying on her knees, as I circle around to stand in front and look down on my girl. The faint red glow gives me enough light to see that her eyes are wide, and her nostrils flare when she catches sight of the lacy material clenched in my fist.

Those eyes bounce up to mine, and she looks like a fucking dream on her knees for me. This girl always does.

Crouching down, I use the handle of my blade to tilt her chin, keeping her gaze raised to mine.

"Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson. Running around a forest in the dark with drenched panties, and you expect to get away with it?"

She makes a ragged noise into the gag and shakes her head.

"Undo my belt." Getting back to my feet, I stand and watch on as her fingers fly straight to catch on my waistband. That eagerness makes me a little glad for the mask and the cover of darkness because, goddamn, she has my belt undone and my hard cock out in record time.

I hook one finger into the corner of her mouth and pull the gag free. She works her jaw a little and makes a soft noise, one that sounds a lot like she's turned the fuck on.

"Safeword," I growl.

She blinks a couple of times and wets her lips. " Island. " Her voice is raspy and barely more than a whisper, but I'm satisfied with that.

"Good girl."

Looming over her in the dark, I give this gorgeous creature exactly what she wants. "Go on then. Fill your mouth and suck me ‘til I spill down that throat of yours."

Her eyes flash, and she clutches hold of one thigh to steady herself, taking me into her hot little hole, and god fucking damn, does she feel like a dream. Allowing her tongue to swirl, she bobs faster, humming around my length with each dip forward. I let her choose her pace; this is about Foxglove's fantasy, after all.

She sucks me down, getting progressively sloppier, more desperate. Drool starts to collect at the corners of her mouth as her head keeps dipping, and she slurps around my length, doing her best to take as much of me as she can at this angle.

All too soon, I feel it. Her cheeks hollow out over and over as my rigid cock hits the back of her throat. With one hand, I tug on her hair, and that tiny command is all she needs. She swallows around my tip, and the pressure zaps up my spine.

There's no holding it back anymore.

I can't help letting out a grunt as my cock throbs, and I'm so close to spilling across her tongue.

My girl fucking knows it too because she claws at my thigh, trying to tug me deeper, and moans around my length, sending vibrations along my dick that feel way too good.

"Jesus." My bark escapes on a rush of air right from the base of my lungs as I sink deep, holding there as my length throbs, swells, and unloads. "That's it. Goddam, that's it, baby." Thrusting my hips in and out, the racing sensation in my chest keeps time with each shove in and out of her plush mouth. "Swallow every fucking drop. Don't waste a single thing."

My girl does exactly as I say. She laps around my dick and cleans me up. Her eyes are watering, but as she pulls off me, licking up my length the way she likes to do, I see the faintest smile dancing on her lips.

She sticks out her tongue. Proudly showing me how good she's been.

I want to scoop her up and lavish her with praise, but we've got so much more left in this game to play tonight.

Before she can fully catch her breath, I pinch her chin, and use the opportunity to shove the material covered in her arousal into her mouth.

Pulling my girl to her feet, I let my mask graze the side of her face, and growl.

"Better keep running."