TW: CNC / knife play (kinda)
A strong breeze rattled the trees, the evening sun made the sky glow an eerie orange hue. The way she looked in that low, yet bright light made him want her more.
He took a step back away from her, watching her carefully. His eyes grew dark, as he gave her the devious smirk. She avoided eye contact with him, quickly turned to look into the forest…trying to figure out her best way to escape him.
Without a word, or warning, he grabbed her by her throat, forcing her to look up at him.
“Such a pretty little thing,” he purred in her ear, as something cold and sharp made contact with her outer thigh. Her breathe hitched, as she tried to compose herself, she hated that she was enjoying this.
“Let me go…” she whispered, her voice weak, and shaky.
He chuckled, clicking his tongue against his teeth. There was a threatening undertone to his laugh. He let go of her throat, and span her around, so she was facing the trees. Adrenaline coursed through her veins.
“You can go…” She could feel the knife make contact with her spine, not enough to hurt, it was a warning… “if you can outrun me.”
He shoved her forward, and she didn’t need any further instruction. She ran, like her life depended on it. Twigs snapped under foot, and brambles dug into her bare feet as she skirted round trees, but she ignored the pain. The fear was fuelling her. When he caught her, it was game over and she knew it.
Daylight was dwindling, darkness was starting to creep its way through the trees. When she thought she had covered enough ground, she paused to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. She could barely hear anything over the sound of her heartbeat, as she scanned her surroundings.
She needed to find a way out. She thought about doubling back around, but would that be too obvious? Of course it would. He wouldn’t let her get out that easily. As all the possibilities ran through her panicking mind… the sound of a twig snapping under foot echoes around her…he was closer than she expected.
“Do you really think I’m not going to find you?” His voice was firm, and determined…he had caught up with her, but still far enough away.
She pushed away from the tree she was resting against, and started running again, trying to weave through the overgrown, low hanging branches, skipping over rocks.
“Keep running princess,” he was calm…calculated, like he knew something she didn’t.
Her breathing started to get shallow, she couldn’t find her way out, and she felt like she had started running in circles, her feet were starting to hurt, and her dress was getting torn to pieces, getting caught in the brambles, practically leading him to her.
It didn’t take him long to catch up with her, he had been a few steps ahead of her for a while. She was just too predictable but taunting her was too much fun. Giving her a false sense of safety was fuelling him a little too much, but he was starting to get tired of chasing her. He wanted her. He wanted her now.
He had managed to guide her towards a clearing in the forest, and she looked far too pretty, with her hair wild, her dress torn. He stepped into the clearing, in front of her, and the panic in her eyes encouraged him even more. She knew in that moment it was over. She turned to get away from him, but not quick enough. He purposefully tripped her up, watching her crash to the floor with a pathetic whimper. Her hands were clawing at the floor, trying to get away.
He knelt over her, pinning her to the floor, and she was using everything she had to fight him off.
“Please don’t…” She begged, as he ran his hands up her body, groping at her exposed skin. Watching her squirm just fuelled him, he wanted to break her fight, to make her surrender to him like he knew she would. He forced her thighs apart with his knee, and her protesting persisted, her feet trying to find grip underneath her to get away, but his hold on her way too strong,
“Keep fighting, you won’t win,” He grunted at her, pushing her body further into the dirt. He used the knife to cut away what was left of her dress, fully exposing her to the elements, and her breathing got shallow, her body trembling.
It felt like time had slowed down around her, her senses heightened, his touch was like fire against her skin, The sound of him undoing his belt seemed to echo around the forest, all she could taste was dirt mixed with tears, and the smell of his aftershave infiltrated her nose. The feeling of him pushing the head of his cock through her folds felt like an electric shock and she couldn’t help but cry out.
“So scared, yet so fucking wet,” He growled lowly, as he teased her, slowly sliding himself up and down against her, she pleaded for him to stop, her hands trying to find grip in the dirt.
He slammed the knife into the forest floor, inches from her face, and she didn’t even have time to react before he forced himself inside her, using the knife as leverage as he rutted into her. His other hand crept around her throat, squeezing the sides carefully, growling into her ear with every thrust. He couldn’t stop, her walls felt so good slick and warm, tightening around him, her whimpers and cries like music, her nails clawing at his hand around her throat, she played the victim so well. He bit down on her shoulder as his orgasm built, with an intensity that he hadn’t experienced before, and she started to scream and he had no choice but to surrender the grip on her throat, and cover her mouth, he could feel her skin was wet with tears, he pressed his lips against her ear,
“You’re being such a good little victim, don’t ruin it,” her body quivered at his words, and the way she tightened around him, gripping him, forced his release. He slammed his hips into a few more times, before being completely spent, his body vibrating against hers as he felt dazed.
He felt her smirk against his palm, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled off of her, pulling her back into his chest.
“You’re twisted, you know that?” he mumbled into her hair, kissing her temple.
“You agreed to do it,” She purred softly,
Her breathing was shaky, and his touch was gentle on her skin, reminding her that she was safe. She gripped his arm, trying to ground herself. He cradled her, reminding her to breathe, keeping her safe, and he slowly felt her body relax into him, they laid there for a little while, basking until they both realised the sun had set, and the night air was starting to get cooler.
“We should head back,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder carefully, all she could do was hum in response. He pulled himself away from her, so he could do up his jeans and stand. He looked over her, realising the carnage they’d done, he did clean up duty, putting the knife safely back in his back pocket, and gathered up the remains of her dress.
He quickly removed his own shirt before helping her stand, she was still dazed, stumbling a little whilst he dressed her, loosely buttoning the shirt closed. He lifted her into his arms, and carried her back to the car, whispered sweet nothings on the way, until he could finally tuck her safely into the passenger seat…
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