8. Brendon

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brENDON

Every moral, sane, human part of my brain has gone completely offline. I'm an animal baying at the moon and giving in to every single one of my most basic instincts.

Bite. Fuck. Claim.

Saxon— frightened little prey that she is— whimpers as she clamps her teeth down around the belt I've affixed around her face. I tighten the strap around her head, creating a makeshift gag that will do for my purposes. Being made for my waist and not deep-woods BDSM play, the belt could easily slide off her head and will do little stifle her cries, but goddamn does the bit of her head I can make out in the moonlight look fucking good with my leash tightened around it.

I slide my hand into her hair, fisting the raven black locks at the roots as I slowly but forcefully push her face into the ground. She turns her head so that her cheek is settled in the dirt, and I lean over top of her, letting my weight settle on to her back as I speak into her ear.

"Do not move," I growl, my voice muffled by the mask on my face. I don't know what it is about the mask, if it's the anonymity it grants me or something else, but it makes me feel powerful. Lethal. Like a hunter. And from the way Saxon's cheeks reddened and her breath stuttered when I pulled it over my face, the mask turns my little prey on.

"Three taps is your safe word when you can't use your voice. Three taps on my leg, my face, the ground, anywhere and I'll stop. Nod so I know that you understand."

Saxon nods frantically, and I slip back into character knowing that my girl is safe and secure.

She groans against the belt in her mouth, a garbled noise that sounds something like a plea as I tilt my hips forward and let my raging hard on grind against her soft, supple ass. I let my hands find their way towards her chest and down the front of her dress. I pinch her nipples, twisting and pulling at each hardened peak while Saxon whines and bucks underneath of me.

"Shh, shh," I coo, like she's an angry child throwing a tantrum. "This will be much easier if you stay still, little bunny. You're in my trap now, and I like to play with my food."

She bucks again, and I laugh coldly, without humor. I let go of her tits and press a hand to the back of her head. With the other, I push her dress up so that it pools around her tits. I glide my hand down her back and over her ass, running my hand over each cheek, and then swatting her roughly. She whines and shakes, but it seems my good little bunny has decided to listen. I smack her cheeks twice more on each side, and Saxon does her best to stay still for me.

She quivers only slightly when I spread her cheeks and let a drop of warm spit fall from my mouth and over her hole. I won't fuck her ass— wouldn't dare even play with it any further until we've discussed it. Even so, I want her to know that it's mine. That even if I won't take everything from her tonight, eventually every part of her body will belong to me, the way I've fantasized about owning her for years.

Every inch of my skin feels like it's on fire, like I'm being engulfed by white hot flames. My cock is aching, crying, straining against the zipper of my jeans, fucking begging to be let out and sunk deep into Saxon's warmth, but I can't yet. I'm too on edge. I'm afraid— no, I know that as soon as I'm inside of her, I won't last. Her tight little body is going to suck the cum out of me like it is its fucking job, and I need to taste her first.

Gripping her hip tightly with one hand, I yank down my mask and lower my face between her legs and inhale her scent. She smells like dirt and blood and wonderfully feminine at the same time. When I press my nose into her folds, I get the confirmation of what I thought happened a few moments ago. She might not have said it, but her wet pussy can't lie. She's dripping between her legs, the soft curls on her mound matted against her skin with the evidence of what happened. Saxon came while I was spanking her clit, and it's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever experienced in my life.

"Fuck it," I mutter as I roughly knead her ass cheeks in my hands and bury my nose further into her. "I'm going to have to have my dessert first."

And with that, I stick out my tongue and lap at her sopping cunt like it's my last fucking meal.

I spear my tongue through her folds, going straight to her entrance so I can savor the taste of her orgasm first. Of all the times I've touched myself, all the times I've fucked my fist to thoughts of my best friend, my Saxon, this is always what gets me off the hardest. Her moaning and grinding against my face while I devour her pussy .

In my fantasies, I never let myself think of having her like this. Broken, bent, sobbing against a gag in her mouth while I take from her. Had I known she wanted it too? I would've started hunting my little bunny a long, long time ago.

Her taste is a fucking drug. Cocaine right up my nose. Heroin shot directly into my veins. It's like chemistry or the fate of the fucking universe created the exact perfect flavor of musk, salt, and my sweet Saxon. It's a rapidly forming addiction that is making it impossible not to consume her whole.

I grip Saxon's hips, growling as she tries to wiggle away from me and pull her back. My teeth graze her clit, and she howls against the leather in her mouth.

"You like that, don't you little bunny?" I ask as I push two fingers into her cunt. Her back arches, and when I crook my fingers forward to search for that spot deep inside her, she tightens around me. I flick my tongue against her clit, lazily, enjoying the fuck out of every little whimper and whine she exhales.

"Yeah, my little bunny likes it. She wanted to get caught. Wanted to be thrown down and pinned. This cunt can't lie, it's aching to be fucked by me," I grumble. She gags and spits against the strap, a muffled and garbled string of 'no's' piercing through the air, but at the same time, she thrusts herself back against me.

"That's what I fucking thought."

I tear my fingers from her cunt, bringing my hand down and smacking her ass with a loud 'thwack' that echos off the barren trees surrounding us. With a handful of her pert ass cheek in one hand, I tear at the button and zipper of my jeans. I shove my briefs down just enough to free my cock, and the chill of the night air against my hot, sensitive skin is the perfect amount of relief. Just enough to shock the overwhelming need and hunger I have to take her.

With no preamble, I notch the head of my weeping cock against her entrance and thrust. I bury myself inside of her in one swift movement of my hips, and I nearly come apart at the seams from the way her tight cunt spasms and stretches to accommodate me. Saxon goes limp below me, giving up her fight and laying her forehead on the ground.

"Oh, don't give up on me now, little bunny," I coo as I reach forward and wrap a hand around her throat. "We're just getting started."

I pull her flush against my chest as I continue to thrust and fuck into her as best as I can in this upright, parallel position. I squeeze Saxon's delicate little throat as I lean my head down and sink my teeth into spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She wails and throws and elbow back at me. The impact hurts so perfectly, it spurs me on.

"That's it, little bunny. I knew you still had some fight left in you. Do it again. Hit me. Bruise me. Mark me like I've marked you," I say into her ear, and my obedient girl listens, reaching back and clawing at my face with those sexy as fuck nails that she always has painted black. I let her scratch and scratch until she breaks the skin, and I savor the warm drop of blood that leaks from my cheek.

"Good girl, now we match," I breathe as I thrust and thrust into her hot cunt. I stick out my tongue and run it along her face, licking up the blood, sweat, tears and dirt from her porcelain skin.

"You bleed so beautifully for me, little bunny," I croon, and she whimpers. I push her back down onto all fours and start messing with the buckle on the belt around her face. When her mouth is free, she gasps out a broken sob .

"Please," she cries, and I know that it's her begging for more.

"You're going to come again, little bunny, and this time I want to hear it. You're going to come on my cock like the depraved little slut you are, because you love this so much. You're going to choke my cock with your cunt and then you're going to take every ounce of my cum deep inside you, because you're mine. Your cunt is mine to own, mine to eat, mine to fuck. So do it. Come right now."

I'm barely holding on to the edge myself. My balls are drawn up high and tight, so full I feel like they could burst at any moment.

But I can't let go. Not until Saxon does. Not until my girl comes with me inside of her, the way I've dreamt about for years.

I feel her pulsing, tightening, so fucking close to giving me what I want. I reach around and find her clit, slick and swollen, and pinch the nub between my knuckles. Her pussy clenches down on me as she gushes, soaking me and screaming so loud as she comes, I might be afraid of getting caught if I wasn't barreling so close to my own release.

The chokehold Saxon's cunt has on my cock is nearly unbearable, painful in the way she grips me, but it's exactly what I need. I buck my hips wildly, savoring the animalistic sound of flesh on flesh until finally that white hot bliss rips through me, shooting from toes, up my spine and through my cock. I grunt and groan as I leave my cum inside Saxon, all the while her pussy flutters and teases me, coaxing more of my orgasm out of my body.

When it finally settles, when I can finally pull air back into my lungs, I nearly collapse on top of Saxon. The weight of my own body is suddenly too much, everything in me has turned to goo and sated happiness .

But now that I've come, now that she's come, I want her out of this dirt. I want her cleaned up and wrapped up and safe in my arms. I quickly pull out of her and whip my hoodie over my head. Saxon is limp and nearly lifeless as I lift her from the ground and stand us up. I tug my hoodie over her head, and when she's wrapped up and warm, I lift her into my arms and head towards the edge of the woods, careful to keep towards the back of the houses as we approach her street so no one else sees my little bunny wrecked and ruined but me.