17. Dolly

17

DOLLY

I still felt his hand on my wrist from when he tried to stop me as I ran.

I felt the sticky warmth of his blood on my skin.

God , I thought, looking down at my hand. It was covered in blood from the deep scratches I'd given Lars before I left out the front door and dove into the dark, ominous woods.

Everything was black, so inky and thick that branches slapped against my arms and legs, my neck and face. But the sting and burn from those vicious whacks was nothing compared to what Lars would do to me when he caught me.

And he will catch me.

The sound of my breath rushing in and out of my mouth was loud but not loud enough to drown out the sound of Lars rushing after me, his booted feet crunching on the strewn leaves and twigs.

Help me! my mind screamed, but who was I asking for help? Who was I begging to save me?

No one because the thrill of this chase had my blood rushing for a different reason.

I'd never felt so… alive.

I didn't see a break in the trees with moonlight shining through, showing me a haven, a sanctuary. All I saw were the frightening arms of the monsters that crept about the woods, hiding behind the wide trunks and lurking in the shadows.

I felt his breath on my nape and heard his growl in my ear. And then he was on me, wrapping his hands around my waist and spinning me around so he could slam my back to the nearest tree and press his big, hard body against me.

Lars growled again, his lips so close to mine that I felt his warm breath brush against them and heard the haggard sounds that vibrated his chest and came from deep within his throat.

"I'm so glad you fucking ran." Although his mouth was oh-so close, his lips didn't touch mine. "I thought I couldn't get any harder." He ground his erection against my belly, and I gasped. Lars wrapped a hand around my throat. "But feeling those sharp little kitten claws on my arm, knowing you were the one who sank your nails into my flesh, and then watching you run—" He hummed, his grip tightening on my throat, his fingers digging into my suddenly fragile-feeling neck. "It made me harder than I've ever been." He dragged his lips to my ear and whisper-groaned, "Even harder than when I was jerking off while I watched you sleep, little darling."

I opened my mouth, but he squeezed me tighter, cutting off my airflow until I was clawing at his fingers, knowing I was breaking more of his skin and drawing even more of his blood. Lars was so big, his clothes not hiding that fact, and I knew he was all cut and hard muscles beneath the material.

"Stop," I whimpered, and he grinned wickedly, but he did loosen his hold and allowed me to suck in a deep breath.

"You don't really want that… do you?"

A moan left me, and I gasped at my depravity. I was… turned on by this. When my eyes closed, I couldn't help the rush of endorphins that moved through my veins. I didn't want to stop it from saturating every single internal part of me, not even if I could. This felt good, better than anything I'd ever felt.

"Look at you," he purred. "You're blooming like a little flower." He towered over me, his presence so intimidating, yet it turned me on. "I want your body, Dolly. I want your mind and thoughts and feelings and… everything." He dragged his tongue along my cheek and to my lips. "I want your submission."

My head was against the tree, the bark rough, but the feeling of Lars's big, warm body was a stark contrast. Although I felt his hand on my hip and then sliding down to my outer thigh, I didn't try to stop him.

I'm sick to want this.

He gripped the elastic of my leggings and pushed them down, and I shivered when my panties followed suit. The clothing hung around my calves, and even though I physically wanted this—yearned for it, even—I kept my legs squeezed tightly together.

"Open for me like a good girl."

I shook my head but still did what he said. He didn't hesitate to slide his hand between my thighs, his fingers on my bare pussy, those digits sliding through my slit and smearing my wetness all around.

The feel of him fingering the most intimate part of me had me gasping, and I tried to spread my legs wider, hindered by my leggings and crying because I wanted more, even if my mind said this was so wrong.

Lust and self-disgust for wanting this from Lars slammed into me. I started grinding my pussy on his fingers, feeling myself getting even wetter, even more depraved with my desire.

This moment, so twisted in every sense of the word, made me feel better and more alive than I ever had.

"Keep rubbing this perfect cunt on my hand. Keep soaking me, little darling."

As soon as I did what he said, I heard Lars rip my leggings in two, and then he hiked my leg up and wrapped it around his waist. I also made out the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down.

My pussy flooded when I suddenly felt his hot, hard, and massive cock wedge right between my pussy lips, the crown not notching at my entrance but the length of him aligning along my slit.

"God, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen." He rolled his hips, grinding himself on me, thrusting his dick through my juices, and all I could do was curl my nails into his broad shoulders and hold on for what he had planned. "Look at you, Dolly," he said in the gruffest voice I'd ever heard come from him.

I pried my eyes open to see him staring at me like a man who was not just crazy but possessed.

"I want to treat you like a queen. I want you to only hear sweet and soft words from me," he growled and stepped back but only far away and long enough to crouch and lift my leg again to hike it over his shoulder.

He stared up at me, a glint of dark need in his eyes as he used his hand to spread my pussy lips wide, and then he looked down at what he exposed. He made a sound of need mixed with frustration, and I squeaked as I was suddenly lifted and moved to exactly where he wanted me.

The back of both of my thighs now rested on his shoulders, my back against the tree, and the next thing I knew, he was dragging his tongue through my pussy.

I gasped again, never having felt anything like this. His mouth was hot, his tongue probing me like he was starving and dehydrated and only my cunt could satiate him.

"But I can't be sweet right now, Dolly," he finished his earlier confession through a growl, the vibrations spearing right through my clit until my inner muscles clenched almost painfully. "I want to degrade you."

I sucked in a sharp breath, waiting to see how far he'd go.

"You're my perfect, fucking little whore, Dolly. You're my beautiful slut who makes my cock hard." He dragged his tongue through my pussy, flattening the muscle to encompass all of me, and I closed my eyes. "You're the only one who makes me hard. You're the only one I ever want to be with and in every single fucking way."

I was vaguely aware of one giant hand leaving my thigh, and when it returned, I glanced down only long enough to see it now held a knife before my vision shuttered once again. I didn't panic. Not even when he placed the knife at my inner thigh, pressing the blade in—slowly at first but adding more pressure—as he continued to eat me out.

I felt the sting of pain, knew he'd broken my skin. But when I opened my eyes and stared at him, I couldn't help the wave of lust that slammed into me as I watched him devour my pussy and then again when I eyed the trail of blood that trickled down my inner thigh.

Lars groaned and broke the suction he had on my clit, and then he immediately dragged his tongue along my thigh, lapping up the blood, taking a part of me deep into his body.

"Be my good girl and give me what I want."

My mouth opened on its own, the question on my tongue hanging between us, yet I couldn't get it out. But his next words told me I didn't need to speak for him to read me like an open book.

"Come on my mouth. Let me lap up that sweet pussy juice until I'm full and no longer starving for you."

My inner muscles clenched painfully, and I sucked in a sharp breath at his lewd words.

"I know this is wrong," I finally said, and Lars pulled back just an inch to stare hard into my eyes. "But I don't want you to stop."

His grin was slow and thorough, and then he was sucking on my clit again and inching closer to forcing me to come.

He moved the blade down my thigh, easing up on the pressure intermittently, but every once in a while, he would break the skin and away from my cunt to lick at my blood. He went back to tormenting me between my thighs until I felt my orgasm rise so fast I couldn't breathe.

I came violently, my legs clenching around his head, my head slamming back against the tree. My cry sounded like a wounded animal dying alone in the woods.

But I wasn't al.one and dying. I was currently being held captive in more ways than one, while my tormentor ate me out and made me come like I'd never gotten off before.

And then I was on my feet, and Lars was standing and kissing me. He probed my mouth, forcing me to taste my orgasm on his lips, the flavor musky but slightly sweet. He pulled away, and I stared with what felt like crossed eyes as he ran his tongue over his top and then his bottom lip.

"Touch me," he growled… demanded. "Pull my hair. Make it hurt."

I felt like I was in a dream as my body worked on its own, like it was a whole other entity. I grabbed his hair and pulled the strands hard enough he hissed. I lowered my hand and sucked in a breath when I saw the strands that had come free in my grasp. He said nothing, just ground that monster cock against my lower belly.

"Again," he snarled, and I gave him what he wanted—gave him my anger and lust in the form of vicious aggression and unrestrained passion.

And while I tugged and yanked at his hair—my anger and need for this man to claim me taking over—he reached between us and started slapping my pussy. He spanked me between my legs, that pain and pleasure I gave him being returned to me tenfold.

"You want me to fuck you right here in the dark forest with all the dangers around?"

I bit my lip, jerking his head so it cocked to the side from the force of my hair pulling. He spanked my pussy again.

"Yeah, you do," he murmured. "You want me to degrade you and show you exactly what a beautiful slut you are."

"God," I whispered when I felt his cockhead rub against my slit, my slippery pussy making his gentle thrusting easy and slick.

"God isn't here, sweetheart. And at the end of this, the only name you'll be saying is mine."