Page 6 of If I Catch You

"Shhh," he breathes against my ear. He loosens his hold on my throat but tightens his fist in my hair, pulling my head back. His nose trails up and down my neck before he bites down hard on my neck, right where my pulse flutters on my skin.

"I want to go home," I whisper as tears start to pool in my eyelids.

"Don't fight me. It will be over much quicker if you just take it." His knee connects with the back of my thigh, knocking my feet out from beneath me, and then I'm on my knees on the ground. He's there too, behind me, crowding me, invading my space as I try to break free from him. He traces his fingers across my collarbone, dipping down between my breasts. He yanks at my dress, tearing the fabric down the middle. He finds my nipple, hard and aching and pinches it. I yelp, then throw an elbow back at him.

I can't help it. I want this, but I have to fight.

He curses when my elbow connects with his ribcage, and I take the opportunity to lunge out of his grasp. He's faster than me, though, and just as I start to crawl away yet again, I'm pushed into the ground. His palm connects with the back of my head, pushing it into the ground as his other hand lifts my hips. His knee comes between my legs, forcing me to open and make room for him between my thighs.

The ground smells like dirt and rotting leaves and my own blood trickling from a cut on my cheek. He flips my dress up, and the chill hits my burning center.

I'm wet, I'm aching, I'm on fucking fire. A tear drips down my face.

"I told you not to fight me," he growls as he thrusts forward, pressing himself against my ass. I buck, and he grinds my face further into the ground. My pussy is throbbing, begging to be filled. I've never felt so painfully empty. He rears back, and I think he's going to thrust again, but instead, his hand comes screaming down, whipping through the air and smarting me right on my ass cheek. I sob as the pain rushes through me like molten lava and my clit throbs.

"Please," I moan into the ground, and even though it feels like I'm begging for him to stop, I arch my back as best as I can under his hold. I need his hands on my pussy more than I need air in my lungs.

"That's right, give in. Be a good little bunny and take what I give you."

His voice is deep, growling and angry. Completely unrecognizable to the point where, for a moment, I think that maybe it's not Brendon on top of me. Maybe by some cruel twist of fate, I've found myself in real danger.

But when he leans over me, bracing his arm by my head on the ground, I can just barely make out the sunflowers inked on his forearm. Relief swirls into the cocktail of fear and lust thats making my brain hazy, and I give him the last bit of fight I have left in me.

"Don't do this," I croak as a sob rips through me. He lets go of my hair and slides his hand down my back, a soft, stark contrast to all the roughness. He continues down over my ass, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my thong and dragging it down to my knees. Pleasure runs through me as my body tightens, spooling and coiling in my center. I'm close, right on the edge of release as if I've been working myself over for hours. But he hasn't even touched me yet. I can feel my wetness spilling, dripping through my folds and over my swollen, tender clit.

I hear the fumble of his belt buckle and the slide of his zipper as he works his pants open. I brace myself, ready for him shove himself into me, but he doesn't.

I take the opportunity to kick back, knocking my foot into his stomach and sending him backwards just enough for me to start to wiggle away. I’m not quick enough though, because before I can push to my feet he’s back behind me. He grips my middle and flips me to my back.

He nudges a knee between my legs, spreading me wide and then his hand comes down, hard and stinging right on my pussy, his fingertips smarting my clit— three quick swats one after another, and I come. Like an animal in heat, I buck and rut against the air as the orgasm rips through my body, dizzying me and blinding me, all from one brief touch of his skin.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out, and my captor chuckles darkly behind me before wrapping a leather strap around my face.

"Bite."

Tentatively, I open my mouth and let him shove the belt between my lips. Behind the mask, I see the persona Brendon’s put on slip for a second. In the moonlight, I can see the gentle caring gaze in his otherwise dark eyes. I bite into the leather, and Brendon softly grazes his knuckles over the apple of my cheek. I can feel three decades of love and admiration in the simple touch.

I lean into it, and right as I do, his switch flips and he’s shoving me back to my hands and knees.

8

BRENDON

Every moral, sane, human part of my brain has gone completely offline. I'm an animal baying at the moon and giving in to every single one of my most basic instincts.

Bite. Fuck. Claim.

Saxon— frightened little prey that she is— whimpers as she clamps her teeth down around the belt I've affixed around her face. I tighten the strap around her head, creating a makeshift gag that will do for my purposes. Being made for my waist and not deep-woods BDSM play, the belt could easily slide off her head and will do little stifle her cries, but goddamn does the bit of her head I can make out in the moonlight look fucking good with my leash tightened around it.

I slide my hand into her hair, fisting the raven black locks at the roots as I slowly but forcefully push her face into the ground. She turns her head so that her cheek is settled in the dirt, and I lean over top of her, letting my weight settle on to her back as I speak into her ear.

"Do not move," I growl, my voice muffled by the mask on my face. I don't know what it is about the mask, if it’s the anonymity it grants me or something else, but it makes me feel powerful. Lethal. Like a hunter. And from the way Saxon's cheeks reddened and her breath stuttered when I pulled it over my face, the mask turns my little prey on.

"Three taps is your safe word when you can't use your voice. Three taps on my leg, my face, the ground, anywhere and I'll stop. Nod so I know that you understand."

Saxon nods frantically, and I slip back into character knowing that my girl is safe and secure.

She groans against the belt in her mouth, a garbled noise that sounds something like a plea as I tilt my hips forward and let my raging hard on grind against her soft, supple ass. I let my hands find their way towards her chest and down the front of her dress. I pinch her nipples, twisting and pulling at each hardened peak while Saxon whines and bucks underneath of me.

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