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It also makes her my prey.

Primal is my number one kink, and it’s the only thing that really gets me off. If she agrees to it, she’ll be in for a treat, and I’ll finally be able to work off some of the stress that’s built up inside me for the past few months.

My body needs a release. I usually keep myself busy, up to my eyeballs with photoshoots, art shows, networking, and hanging with friends, but I’m also drained, too tense, and fucked in the head to concentrate lately.

A nice prowl in the woods, a chase, and hard fuck will set me straight.

Funny, I haven’t been on K!nkLink for months. Not since my last contract ended this past summer. It was a fun run, but she and I didn’t mesh like I’d hoped and, honestly, I got bored fast. I think she did too. There was no fight. No spark. Nothing.

Then again, I haven’t felt a spark since…

Don’t go there. It’ll just drag you back down, and you don’t need that right now.

The idea of making Pricurious my new project excites me. I’ll make it worth every heart-pounding, adrenaline racing, panty-melting moment we have together.

Bringing up her profile again, I comb over her list of hard and soft limits until I memorize them. She seems mostly open to everything I love. That’s refreshing.

Man, her picture is adorable. Big hazel eyes peer out of a curtain of dark wavy hair. Her mouth is sexy as hell. My dick hardens thinking about the things I want to do to it.

Christ, I need a release.

My hand has been my only companion for a while, and it’s not enough anymore. Growling, I head into my bedroom and pull out a few extra accessories to hopefully help me get off. The fact that her photo has keyed up my lust like this is unheard of. I work with beautiful people on a daily basis and never get hard like this. Tonight, one selfie of a woman I don’t know has me undone.

What kind of sorcery is that?

I stare at her profile and pull out my stainless-steel urethral rod. Most men use it to get hard. I use it to enhance the pleasure points I discovered inside my cock. Pushing the tip inside, I start slow, nearly fucking my own cock with the long, skinny, textured rod. Holding the ring at the end, I ease it in and out of my dick, my eyes rolling back with ecstasy. Fuuuck, it’s like finally scratching an itch you never could reach before.

Pulling the rod out, I lube up and slide my hand over my shaft, gripping it painfully hard. Then I snag my cell and stare at her picture again as I plan my first scene...

“Run, little mouse.”

She dashes across the lawn, her hair flying behind her. Soon, I’ll have all that dark hair wrapped around my fist.

I close my eyes, relishing the sound of her feet pounding across the yard as she picks up speed to get away from me. A smile tugs at my lips. Prowling in the direction I hear her go, I take my time and let her think she’s managed to put enough distance between us.

She hasn’t, but I’ll pretend.

She’ll think she’s safe. She isn’t, but I’ll pretend.

She’ll think she can outrun me. She won’t, but I’ll pretend.

Cold air puffs out of my mouth. My long strides quickly bring me closer to the border of the woods. A twig snaps in the distance and I turn my head in that direction. Slowing my breathing, I close my eyes and listen closely again.

I catch faint rasps as air saws out of her lungs. Poor thing, she’s already out of breath and the chase has only begun.

“Little Mouse.”

I sense movement to my right and the distinct crunch of leaves. I almost shoot off in that direction but realize it’s a squirrel. I lick my lips and stalk forward, zeroing in on the sound of her frantic breaths again. My nostrils flare, desperate to smell her cunt.

She takes off to my left and I beat feet to catch up with her. Instead of tackling her to the ground, I circle around and head her off at the pass. Gasping, she stops in her tracks, her hazel eyes blowing wide in surprise that I beat her.

She backs up.

“You can’t outrun me.” With a deep growl, I lunge forward and wrap my arms around her torso, then kick her legs out. She crumbles like a fawn on shaky legs. I let go, hoping she’ll try to get away from me again.

Pricurious twists around and crawls out from under my body. I let her think she’s escaped.

Then I snag her foot and drag her back where she belongs—under me. Pining her down, I bite the flesh on her shoulder to make her yell out. As she kicks and claws at the dirt ground, I yank her pants down, and—

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