Page 99 of All Your Hate
She’s too out of breath to speak and only manages to nod.
“You’ve run from him and finally won, but do you really think you’ll be able to escape me?”
Lust and fear fill her eyes.
“Did you think the game was over?” I shake my head, taunting her. “The hunt’s only just begun. Now keep running.”
In her haste to get away from me she drops the dagger.
I pick it up and wipe it clean as I give her a longer head start this time. I want her to think she might actually have lost me, then just when that fear starts to cripple her, I’ll claim her.
Once enough time has passed, I bring up the app on my phone to track her. I don’t consider it cheating. Not when I had it put in for this exact purpose, so that she can never escape me.
The grounds are large enough for her location to be pinpointed precisely enough for me to find her.
I take it slow as I follow her. Deliberately stepping on twigs and kicking up leaves, forcing her to dart out from her hiding places and run again.
We do this same dance for almost an hour until I’ve decided she’s ready to be claimed.
Checking the app again I find she’s stopped. Waiting for me no doubt. I bet her pussy’s weeping for me. If I were a dog I’d have my nose pressed to the ground inhaling her scent to track her down.
When I’m close enough to her location, I wait in silence. I can do this all night, but I know she’s weary. This is all new for her. The killing, the adrenaline. I’m used to it and know how not to waste it.
Taking the rope from around my shoulder, I start to knot it. I picked out a stiffer rope for this occasion, not my usual Shibari ones. Its rigidity allows me to create the perfecthondaknot and with my homemade lasso in hand, I wait patiently again.
After a few minutes, there’s a light rustle of leaves up ahead. Then I hear Wynter take a sharp breath before running again.
I make myself known once more as my heavy boots scuff up the dirt around me.
“Found you, little viper.”
She screams as she spots me over her shoulder. Judging by the uneven gait to her run, she’s reached her limit.
I’ve only got one shot at this. I swing the rope her way and the lasso loops over her head. As soon as it passes her shoulders, I tug, constricting it around her so she falls backward with a loud yell.
With each step I take, I pull the rope, dragging her closer to me. She writhes around on the ground screaming and yelling like a wild animal.
“Looks like I’ve caught myself a needy little slut,” I mock, rolling her onto her back and kicking open her legs before kneeling between them. “Time to take what's mine.”
Caught up in her rage, she spits in my face.
Taking my cock out, I wipe the spit off my cheek and lube myself up with it. She settles down as she watches me stroking myself. Her teeth sink into her plump lower lip as her eyes grow heavy.
“That’s all the lube you're getting so you better pray you're nice and wet for me.” Without warning I thrust inside her tight pussy.
“Fuck!” She is wet. So. Fucking. Wet. I can’t control myself as I begin violently thrusting in and out of her. So wet yet so fucking tight. “Your pussy wants me so bad. She’s sucking me all the way in.”
Wynter lets out an annoyed groan, but I also hear the notes of pleasure underneath. Her head tips back, her hands clawing at the dirt beneath her where they’re trapped at her sides.
“You’re going to come for me like this, aren’t you? I don’t even need to touch your clit. You crave my cock so much that it’s all you need to break completely.”
“No,” she protests as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her hips bucking wildly, taking me deeper each time. It’s rough and dirty, and I know she loves it.
I grab her ass and lift her higher so my cock hits her G-spot.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She cries out as she comes around me. My lap gets warm and I look down to see her soaking me. A waterfall gushes out of her tight little pussy and drenches my cock.
“That’s it, my love. Bet no one’s ever made you do that before.”