Page 52 of Daddy's Pride

My legs ache. My throat burns. I need to hide soon. But where? I stand still, gasping as I take stock of where I am. I dart toward a clump of bushes. The ground dips away behind them, providing natural shelter. I skid into the dip. Mud and leaves stick to my clothes. I’m drenched in sweat. Fear is my cologne. I bite my finger to stop myself from breathing so harshly. Listen.

“You can’t run from Daddy.” Miles’s voice has a hungry edge to it. He sounds calm, like he’s barely broken a sweat.

I make myself small. Stay quiet. Can he hear the sound of my thumping heart?

“Come out, boy.”

I’m shaking. I long to feel the press of his lips. Will he hold me down? Will he pin me to the ground? Will he take me hard when he finds me? I know the answers, but they elude my frantic mind. Should I stay here? Will he find me? Should I make a break for it? My cock aches with need. I want him to find me as much as I want the chase to continue.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, boy.” His voice is closer. Fiercer. More demanding.

I want to submit to his command. I want to run. Something small, fast, and dark scurries behind me. I slap my hand over my mouth. I can’t yelp. Can’t make a sound.

“I’ll find you, boy.”

Find me, Daddy. Fuck me.

I run, scrabbling up the dip I slid down. My feet slip in the dirt. My fingers grasp hold of twigs and leaves. I find solid ground and sprint.

“There you are, boy.” His voice is too close.

My legs burn. My head pounds each time my feet strike the ground. Twigs crack behind me. I glance over my shoulder. Catch a glimpse of Daddy through the trees. His face is a picture of ferocious concentration as he sprints after me. I dart out of the wood into a field of tall grass and drop to my hands and knees. Will he see the grass part as I crawl through it, or does that only happen in cartoons?

“I’ll find you.”

Damn, I hope he does, yet I can’t stop moving forward. I want to be fleeing when he catches me.

The grass rustles behind me.

“You can’t hide from Daddy.”

My knees are sore. Sharp, unseen stones prick my palms. I can’t keep crawling. I stand and sprint, not daring to look over my shoulder. I feel his presence behind me. Hear his quick pants and his feet pounding over the ground. He’s getting closer. He’s faster than me. He’s going to catch me. Catch me, Daddy.

Miles’s firm arm loops around my waist. He lifts me off my feet. We spin and tumble to the ground, rolling until he’s on top of me. He grabs my wrist and holds them above my head.

“I told you you couldn’t run from me, boy.” He presses his nose to the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”

I shiver. God, I need him, but still, I struggle. Still, I pretend I don’t want to be caught. I wrest my hands free, wriggle onto my stomach, and combat-crawl away. He grabs my jogging bottoms, pulling them off me. The grass tickles my bare legs. He’s on me again, his body pinning mine to the ground. His breath is hot against my ear.

“Where are you going, boy?”

Take me, Daddy.

He flips me onto my back and claims my mouth, fucking it with his needy tongue. He cups my cock and squeezes hard. I moan into his mouth. I grasp his hair and tug. He bites my lip. Our lips fuse. He grinds hard against my dick.

“Fuck, I want you, boy.”

And I need him. So, so much, but I’m not prepared to give up yet. I twist and slip away from him. Or did he let me go? I get to my feet and run through the grass. His footsteps are heavy behind me, getting closer. Fuck, he’s fast. My heart is close to bursting it’s beating so fast. Who knew this could be so exhilarating?

He grabs my top. I raise my arms, drop out of the garment, and continue running.

“You can’t run, boy. I’ll always catch you.”

I grin. I’m counting on it. I’m almost naked, but I’m too excited to mind the wind’s chill. I run a few more metres, pumping my legs and arms as I gulp in air. He slams into me from behind, sending me sprawling to the floor.

“Told you I’d catch you, boy.”

I wanted to run. I wanted to be caught. Now, I want him.

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