*Trigger Warning- 18+++ Contains CNC, hypnosis--- Should only be done between experienced, consenting adults
Her heart was thudding against her chest as she lay on the bed. She was ecstatic. Out of her mind ecstatic. Nathan was planning something. He, of course, wouldn’t tell her what. All she knew was on the note that was left on the counter when she got woke up this morning:
“My love, when you get up put on your fancy lemon leggings, your favourite black bra, and that soft black shirt with the boob pocket. Put on socks and sneakers. Get ready to run babe.”
Get ready to run? She hated running. He hated running. If this was some cardio jogging hiking thing, she was going to be livid. But in her mind, she knew this was not about cardio. Not about workouts. This was going to be…something else. He was planning something deliciously diabolical, and Elizabeth was brinking near insanity to find out just what his devilish mind was up to.
She had texted him saying she was ready to go. That she had done as his note had asked her to. Nothing. Ten minutes later…still nothing.
Elizabeth groaned in frustration, throwing herself nearly into a stupor of psychological proportions when the door opened. Footsteps sounded. She could recall the sound of those heavy footsteps any time of any day.
Nathan appeared in the doorway to their bedroom seconds later.
“Hi babe. Lay back down for me, will you? Just relax. Find that spot on the ceiling and take a deep breath in. And a deep breath out.” He watched her chest rise to its fullest, and sink to its deepest. “Good girl. Now just stare at the spot. Feeling yourself sink down, down, down, into the mattress underneath…”
She awoke. Panicked. Not able to move. It was dark. Save for…a gentle light coming through each corner of…a trunk?
Elizabeth’s chest heaved as her claustrophobia knocked at the door of her mind, begging to be let in. She shut her eyes against the incoming panic and studied her surroundings. She was most definitely in a trunk. Of a car. The soft glowing light were the taillights.
She should knock them out. She could kick them out…except for that she couldn’t. Her legs were tucked underneath her and tied. Her arms were behind her back, held by the same kind of rope. She twisted, squirmed. Nothing would budge.
Her nostrils flared, dragging in breaths, shallow and hurried. Her jaw was propped open with a gag. A metal ball it felt like.
Tears threatened to fall behind her eyelids. She tried to scream for help…but there was a voice. Inside of her unusually empty head, telling her to quiet. To calm. Telling Elizabeth that she was safe from any true harm. The voice sounded as though it were hers but…different. As though it were in a box. A glass box.
Her eyebrows furrowed together as the tears faded. She steadied her breathing and waited. Bouncing, trying to get comfortable, she waited.
It wasn’t long however, before the vehicle came to a stop, after a journey down a particularly rough road it seemed. She heard the driver get out. Heard his (she presumed) footsteps crunch on the gravel and something resonated inside her at the sound. Something…familiar. Something safe.
But as the trunk opened and sunlight nearly blinded her, she forgot those thoughts for a moment. Looking up into the strangely familiar face, she tried to cower back. She tried to hide. Ridiculous, absurd, and futile. But nevertheless, she tried.
“Oh sweetheart. You can’t hide from me. See, I have a game for us to play. Are you listening? Look at me.”
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, and turned them towards his. Not dousing the raging fire lighting her molten chocolate irises,
“You’re so cute when you’re angry. I like that Elizabeth. Now…about this game. I am going to give you a head start. Ten seconds. We are in the middle of the woods, so I’m not too worried about you going anywhere. Ten seconds you get before I start after you. You see, I like a little challenge. And you seemed like the perfect candidate.”
Nathan leaned down to his sweet little victim, and undid the gag propping open her jaw. She spit on him immediately, actually baring her teeth at him like a feral little beast.
He chuckled and slapped her. Once. Twice.
She made sure not to cry out. Even as tears stung her eyes. Even as his strike burned her skin minutes after his hand left her cheek. She would not give him that satisfaction. Never.
“Here’s the thing sweetheart. I want you to fight back. The more you do, the harder I get. The more I fucking want you. So yeah. Keeping spitting and see just where that gets you.”
Elizabeth bit her lip to keep it from trembling. She would not show an ounce of fear. She just had to wait until he freed her. She could outrun him. Outmaneuver him. Easily.
She waited patiently while he untied her bounds. (Had she known the price of that Shibari rope, she would have understood why he hadn’t just cut the knots). The second she was free, the second that he stepped back, she leaped out of the vehicle and took all of two steps before crashing to the ground. Her fucking feet were asleep.
She screamed in frustration and shot a glare in her captor’s direction.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. I’ll wait until your blood flow is restored. The second you start running is the second my timer starts counting down.”
Elizabeth sat on the ground, taking her sweet time. Trying not to wince as the painful/ticklish static feeling in her legs took over her senses. She looked towards the heavily treed forest and tried to pick her path. She was going to head in the midst of it. Into the thickest part. It’d be slower, but hopefully she was more nimble than him, and therefore, faster than him.
Blood flow restored, she didn’t bother taking a look towards her devastatingly handsome captor before she ran. She felt like she had acquired wings on her ankles. She’d never run so fast before. Flying past the beautiful scenery, Elizabeth darted to the thick of the woods.
“Oh Elizabeth honey. You’re going to screw yourself over…”
For Nathan knew these woods like the back of his hand. Had grown up in them. He knew every path, every branch, every tree. Of course, she had conveniently forgotten about all that. He knew exactly where she was going to go. Had subtly steered her towards it in her induction. He mentioned a few places and how to get there. But if he knew his Elizabeth, she would only go for one.
To Fall’s Landing. A brilliant oxymoron describing a place that only a handful of people knew about. A quiet little clearing in the midst of the trees. A clearing that one had to carefully comb their way down a hill with no sure path towards the little haven.
Nathan did as he promised and counted to ten. Slightly frowning over the fact that Elizabeth was a little faster than he had anticipated she would be. He credited it to the adrenaline that must have been pounding through every vein and capillary in her body. It’s why he had instilled a default. If the sun began to set and she was still not caught, she would come back exactly where he had parked the car. He had to make sure that she was safe. This was another one of her fantasies, and he wanted to do everything in his power to fulfill them.
Nathan started off at a sprint. Much faster than the pace Elizabeth had set. He had watched her ponytail swishing with each bounding step she took. Each one carrying her farther and farther away.
He watched the spot where she had disappeared into the thicket. Watching as the forest seemed to swallow her tiny frame whole. He grinned that of a Cheshire Cat and stayed true to his course. Closing the gap between them with every spring of his legs, he had his site set on his poor little fawn. Running wildly right into his plan.
Elizabeth’s lungs felt as though they were filling with shards of glass rather than oxygen. Her whole body was slick with sweat. Her legs aching, begging, pleading for her to stop. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop. Not even to dare a look behind her.
She followed down, what looked to be a deer trail. There was no room for second guessing. But there was also no room for error. One slip up, and he would catch up to her and end this sick, twisted game he was playing.
The curse cost her a lot. Her precious breath wasted in that puff of profanity. She scowled, willing every ounce of power and energy she had left into her legs. Surely there had to be somewhere she could hide?
There. The voice in her head made her snap to a stop. Her feet skidding along the dirt and leaves on the forest floor. It looked like a clearing to her left.
Heaving in a breath Elizabeth took a step to the left when she heard the branches snapping… in front of her? What the fuck? How did he get there??
A surge of panic sent her galloping to that spot her mind had picked. If there was even the slightest chance that it could provide a place to hide, the slightest chance that she could escape…she would risk it all.
A scream leaped out of Elizabeth’s throat. She skidded to a halt on the edge of a gentle precipice. Not dangerous enough that she’d fall and snap her neck, but just steep enough that she would have to make her way down carefully.
She took a moment. Just a moment to listen behind her. For any noise that seemed out of place. For any sign of him.
Her shoulders sagged with relief. Maybe she had lost him. She let herself relax, and slowly started her way down the rocky hill. Bracing herself against trees, hoisting herself down one step at a time; desperately gulping in air. Her chest was on fire. Her lungs felt as though they were bleeding.
She didn’t see him standing above her. Didn’t notice him watching. He didn’t pounce on her because Nathan didn’t want her to hurt herself. He didn’t want her to panic and misstep. So instead, he waited. Waited until she was safely on the ground. And then waited some more.
Ever patient. If only because he knew what the reward would be. He would see where she’d hide. Observe which little cave she tucked herself into. He knew there was only one. And when he saw her, once again, disappear, that is when he made his move; Elizabeth completely unawares.
She cowered in the notch. Breathing fast. Hard. She knew she should try to stifle the noise, but her brain was fucking screaming for oxygen. She was so caught up in the aches and pains in her body that she didn’t hear him coming.
Until it was too late of course.
He took up the entirety of the only way in or out. She was trapped. A bird in a cage. She should be panicked. She should want to scream…but, for a reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on, she couldn’t. Maybe she was too exhausted. Her body exerted to its maximum. Maybe she was too out of breath.
All she could do was snarl. Her lip curling in an expression of vicious fury. Her entire body started to shake with it. The volcano in her mind exploding. “You fucker!”
She didn’t know with what strength she did it, but Elizabeth fucking launched herself onto her lover. Something he was not expecting.
The two tumbled to the ground. It was easy for Nathan to roll on top of her. He straddled her, hands pinning hers over her head. He could see how tired she was. How fatigued her muscles were. And yet, somehow she managed to glare at him with eyes of fire. Melting holes into his skull.
Elizabeth weakly struggled. Attempting to dislodge her captor, she rocked herself back and forth, raising her legs to kick his back. But nothing. Nothing fazed him. Nothing budged him. As though he were made of fucking steel.
Nathan kept her pinned. Easily. He was hardly breaking a sweat, and growing quickly bored of her sad attempts at fighting him off.
So he kissed her. Leaned down, and planted his lips on hers. Pressed into them with vigour. Force. Giving her no option to refuse.
“Open your mouth.” Nathan growled heavily on Elizabeth’s lips. Taking her plump bottom set between his teeth and biting. Seductively.
He knew precisely which buttons to press. He knew precisely where to touch. Where to kiss. Where to bite to turn his sweet little victim to putty in his hands.
Risking letting go of one of her arms, he wrapped a hand around her delicate throat and watched her eyes go wild. Watched her body instantly writhe.
Oh yes. This was going to be fun.
Elizabeth opened her mouth. Willingly. When he touched her like that…kissed her like that…her mind went to a place. A very special, intimate place.
Her brows furrowed in confusion at the conflicting emotions colliding inside her. Clashing in war.
But as his tongue entered her mouth. As his tongue ran along the surface of her teeth. As it gently prodded its way inside, she started to melt.
Her fear dissipating as his hand clutched her throat tighter. Tighter still, until she was grinding herself against his hard body.
She didn’t know why. She tried to find that lingering fear but…fuck, the grip on her neck. She was starting to like it. Starting to…want it.
“No!” Elizabeth hadn’t realized she said the words out loud.
He gripped harder, and leaned down. Whispering a sentence trigger, “Safeword?”
“Pencils.” The robotic response. She was safe. He was good to carry forward.
Nathan made sure to keep the grip on her throat as he used his free hand to tug down her pants.
“See, you say no…but I’m pretty fucking sure your body’s saying yes. Want me to check?”
She would never admit it. Never admit that her pussy was indeed wet and throbbing.
Much to Nathan’s pleasure, she squeaked her protests. Much too weakly to be convincing.
“Very well then. I’m sure your cunt will tell me a different story.”
A feral growl ripped from Nathans throat. His lips curled into a wicked snarl. His lips cruelly twisting as he forced her legs apart. Making sure his grip remained unyielding at her throat, he released her other hand and slid his own down her body. Roughly grabbing at her gently sloped breasts.
The shirt. He needed it off. Now.
However he had more important business to attend to, so he kept that hand sliding down. Feeling every curve of her body under his calloused palm. Her breaths were coming hard and fast. Laboured.
But not in the way that he’d seen her panic. No…this was different. This was heated. Erotic. She wanted it.
He savoured the feel, his hand roaming down, down, down. He paused at the waistband of those fuck-me leggings. Paused for a single moment. Dragging his gaze to meet Elizabeth’s. His cerulean irises piercing her molten chocolates.
The universe shuddered at their bond. The stars rattled, the Earth fell to her knees.
Nathan kept his gaze locked. Not daring to look away as he tugged. Pulling those leggings down to her ankles. Peeling the spandex off her legs that were now obediently spread.
He felt her leg from he ankle up. Letting her skin run along his rough palms. His every nerve seemed to light aflame. His entire body engulfed in the flames of desire. Consuming him from the inside out.
Higher. Higher. Higher still. Pausing at her lacey little underthing. He ripped his gaze from Elizabeth’s and lowered his head, his hand on her throat slipping further down, enough to lift the hem of her shirt. Enough to glide his hand smoothly across her heaving, slick, abdomen. Enough to unclasp that pesky bra.
The second his fingertips traded against her sensitive, peaked, nipples the woman underneath him shuddered. Loosing an unsteady breath. Her body was climbing a mountain of ecstasy. Pure and raw.
As if the adrenaline coursing through her veins wasn’t drug enough. The feeling of his mouth on her throbbing slit, the feeling of his fingers circling indolently around her nipples that were never truly dormant – well the two sensations collided together, melded as one and sent Elizabeth hurtling off the cliff of sanity.
He pulled the strip of fabric keeping his prying lips from his prize. He exhaled softly, his warm breath cascading over the beautiful apex of her thighs.
Elizabeth sighed heavily. The sparks travelled along her synapses, the impulses electric. Her arousal was free flowing as Nathan worked her body. His lips sucked her nectar, his tongue flicking and circling that bundle of nerves that never failed to arch her back and make her scream.
She was beside herself in pleasure. Her mind in a suspended chaotic state of immense arousal. Escape was completely out of the question. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. Not as Nathan tweaked her diamond peaks. Not as her legs twitched with every motion of his skilled tongue.
Her moans sliced the air. The only sound in the otherwise silent wood. Her body convulsed underneath Nathans administrations, readying itself for a climax of gargantuan proportion.
Her hands reached for his head of golden follicles. Tugging the short hair as her neck arched back, eyes rolling inwards. Every muscle in her body tended as, once again she was sent spiralling into the endless depths of exotic passion.
Nathan kept up actions, licking up every drop of her. Savouring her taste on his tongue. Not stopping until her body sagged in exhaustion.
Lifting himself up he undid his pants. Watching Elizabeth’s every move. Storing in his memory how her sweat slicked body writhed, how her climax had tasted on his tongue.
She was still in the throes of lingering pleasure when she peeked those beautiful eyes open. She beheld him, naked from the waist down.
Suddenly she remembered the circumstance. She remembered how he’d chased her. How she…she was his victim. Her face blanched. Her quivering muscles strained as she attempted to kick herself back.
The desperate pleas made his cock – already standing straight – twitch. He groaned as he grasped his manhood. Biting his lip. Predator. An apex predator about to pounce on his prey.
Elizabeth was mortified as she watched his face morph into wicked incarnate. His eyes sparked with a flame hot enough to light a wildfire.
Again, she kicked back, “Stay away from me!!”
A tear slid down her cheek.
Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tiny slit in his sensitive head.
He sprung his powerful legs and launched himself at her. Elizabeth didn’t have time for another thought before his hand was already around her throat. The other pulling up her shirt, exposing her breasts to the elements.
She was already saturated. Invitingly so.
He positioned himself on top of her and plunged inside. To the hilt.
A shriek of confused terror shook the leaves as he kept her pinned to the ground and pulled almost all the way out of her. Before slamming back in.
He knew she liked it. He knew she fucking loved it this way. And so he gave it to her. Fulfilling yet another one of her fantasies of being chased and taken.
He groped her breasts, pinching, pulling until her chest lifted off the ground in effort to alleviate the pain.
Oh fuck the pain – mixed with the intense pleasure she was feeling, her mind was hovering in blissful limbo. In limbo where she didn’t have the mind to fight him off. Not as his hips were thrusting in and out of her at a wild, unchecked pace.
His hardness pushing inside of her, stretching her open, was a sensation unlike any other. Her eyes shot to his, her pretty lips opened in a perfect ‘o’. No screams could escape her throat, for he was gripping tightly enough that only slivers of air could make their way through.
Another orgasm creeped up on her, crashing over her head before she had time to hold it back.
Her hands flung to his wrist, nails digging into his skin as her body was rocked with wave after wave of unalloyed euphoria.
It was exactly what Nathan needed to see. Needed to feel.
He lifted his hand from her breast and slapped her face, once. Twice. His pace quickened. His thrusts grew in their power and intensity.
A guttural roar filled the dense forest as he came. Echoing for miles. Making the tiny furry creatures scuttle back into their respective homes.
Rope, after rope, after rope of his seed shot into her. Filling her completely and wholly. Another evil grin splayed across his lips as he spoke, “At the snap of my fingers, on the count of three, you’ll wake up remembering everything. One. Two. Three.”
Her heart was thudding against her chest as she lay on the bed. She was ecstatic. Out of her mind ecstatic. Christian was planning something
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