Page 133 of Rule the Roost

All he did was nod.

“Well, hell.”

I started to turn to run in the other direction, but his head moved from side to side. “No.”

My heart leaped into my throat as I stood motionless. The way my body felt, alive, tingly, every nerve ending on edge. This was sexy, no doubt about it.

He took a step to me, and I took a step backward, but he didn’t stop. I turned and ran up into the trees instead of staying on the trail and I heard his footfalls as he ran after me.

I wouldn’t easily admit it, but even on hikes, I stuck to trails. I said it was because I was afraid of getting lost, and that was a legitimate concern. That wasn’t the main one, however. I didn’t do great in the woods.

Even a short, slow walk, I could find things to trip over, run into and generally fail. To run, and be chased, I knew I wouldn’t get far.

Sure, I was a dancer, and, on a stage, I was as graceful as a floating feather, but on a steep incline, I was toast. He caught me within a minute, and I was grabbed from behind, my hair gripped in his fist as his voice came to my ear, “That’s far enough.”

I was breathing hard and not only from the effort. “Caught me.”

I was spun around fast and pushed to the ground, the thankfully soft ground cushioned with pine needles, loose soil and rotting leaves. The smell of it was rich and alive, exactly how I felt.

Writhing under him, I felt his weight on me as he sneered, “I’m gonna fuck you wild, Kan, wild and rough. You have a safeword for me?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Then get ready, because I’m not giving you any mercy unless you ask really, really nicely. Do you understand, Kan?”

I nodded and swallowed as I read his body, tense and wired.

“Good boy. Did I tell you today how much I love you?”

My smile came as if on its own. “Yes, Sir. You do first thing, every morning.”

“Oh, well, how about I tell you again? I love you, Kan. And I love fucking you.”

“I love being fucked by you, Sir. My beautiful, perfect Sir.”

“Flattery isn’t going to make it easier. In fact, I may hurt you more.”

I was turned to face the dirt, and my face was pressed there, and it went through my mind how I’d explain to most people why I had pine needle marks on my cheeks, but that thought left me quickly as I felt my sweats being pulled off my ass, my underwear with them, and then I heard a whooshing whistle as a thin branch came through the air before it connected with my ass.

I let out a wail, but that didn’t stop the pain. He brought that branch down again and again while setting a felt hand on my back to keep me in place.

My legs kept bending to try to cover my ass, but all that got me were stinging swipes of the branch on the backs of my calves until I lay flat.

He spun me back to face him, and the look in his eyes was insane, like he was someone else other than the sweet, gentle man he always was with the kids and me. No, this was Dom Rick, the man that needed to let loose and get kinky and sadistic. He’d met his match, because the harder he fucked me, the more I wanted.

My dick was grabbed, and not in a loving manner, gripped tightly, as if it would be twisted off my body, and I yelped pitifully, biting on my lip to keep more screams from coming. I was still used to being where someone could hear, not in the wilderness where only the trees could blush at our antics.

He dived down and started to suck me, stopping midway down my shaft and setting his teeth there, right into my rigid flesh. I stared down, fearful of how much he’d bite, and I saw him gazing wickedly up at me, right into my eyes. A slow grin came to him, the corners of his mouth rising even as his teeth dipped in deeper.

“Rick…Rick, careful, now!”

As much as he could, he chuckled around my cock, then let it fall from his mouth as one hand lifted the hem of my shirt and he started in on my stomach, biting me much harder than he had my dick, his hand reaching up to grab my chin and move my head back so all I could see were the treetops and the sky around them.

The cold was gone, as my body was heated through, and I started to sweat, my forehead cooling in the mild breeze. I couldn’t slow my breathing, couldn’t speak with my jaw pressed into my upper teeth, the teeth sinking into my stomach and the other hand was gripping my cock.

It felt at times he had eight arms, as everywhere on my body was manhandled while he bit and sucked over my chest and stomach. When he moved down my body once more, I fearfully thought he’d bite on my dick again, but instead, he concentrated on my inner thigh, where the flesh was sensitive and I howled, forgetting at last or uncaring that no one would hear.

The branch came back as he flipped me over and my back exposed with a yank of it up to my neck. The entirety of my back was whipped as he positioned over me at the same time. He was agile, I had to give him that, and he could multitask like no one I’d ever known.