Page 100 of Stalker

Turns out I hated dark spooky mazes just as much as I did that first night. That hadn’t changed even though so much in our lifehad.

I did, however, like being chased by my monster in his sexy Ghostface mask, so I showed up. With a little treat for Dane to find when he caught me. Because healwayscaught me.

The snap of a stalk behind me had me jumping into the rows between paths, hoping to hide from my monster long enough to surprise him, but who was I kidding, the man was a stalker for fuck’s sake.

I backed up further, content to cheat and push my way through the rows instead of sticking to the path like he thought I would.

It was what he would do, after all.

I cleared one path and pushed my way into the corn to the next one when I heard him enter the corn behind me.

“Fuck!” I screeched and took off running as his evil chuckle weaved through the corn stalks after me.

“You can run, but you can’t hide, Puppet.” He teased, catching up to me as I made it into a clearing that was so similar to the one that reminded me of that first night. Two benches stood in the clearing, and my eyes fixated on the cuffs hanging off one of them, causing my feet to freeze as I realized I had already been caught. He had herded me right where he wanted me.

“Fuck.” I hissed, turning and running square into his chest as he silently appeared behind me.

“It’s my intent to, P.” He cocked his mask covered head and my body shivered as I looked down at his bare chest to his jeans just barely hanging on his hips.

God, my monster was delicious.

“You cheated.” I squinted my eyes up at him and put my hands on my hips.

“Duh.” He chided, pressing his chest into mine and pushing me back toward the benches. “I figured it was only appropriate to bring the past back to life completely.”

My ass bumped into the back of the bench with the cuffs and my pussy throbbed as my heart raced in my chest. I was out of time if my plan was going to work.

He leaned down to bend me backward over the bench, dominating me, “Tell me Puppet, are you going to beg for my cock tonight, or are you going to fight me kicking and screaming?”

My fingers brushed against the trusty tool strapped in a garter on my thigh under the hem of my white summer dress and I felt like I was going to pass out as I worked it free while he was distracted.

“What do you think?” I hummed, dragging the nails of my free hand down his exposed abs, covered in ink dedicated to us and our love story.

“Hmm. I hope you fight.” He replied and I could hear his smile beneath his mask as he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled it away from his jeans where I was trying to distract him and moved it toward the cuff. “You know I love it when you kick and scream for me.”

“Same.” I gritted out and brought my stun gun up from my leg and jabbed it into his side as he tried to jump back. “Too slow.” I chided as he grunted and locked up tight from ears to toes, and then fell in a heap on the ground. “Holy fuck.” I whispered in awe as my big terrible monster, once again, laid defeated because of me. Shit, now I had to hurry. “Oh, yeah.” I jumped over his body, tucking the taser far enough away that I knew he couldn’t reach it. Not that he would ever use such a tool of torture on me, but still.

I pushed my big man onto his back and then pulled his arms up over his head, fastening him into the cuffs on the bench working my ass off under pressure knowing he’d wake back up in a minute or two, based on the other time I outsmarted him with it.

With both his arms cuffed, I hefted him as best I could up onto his ass so his back was leaned against the back of the bench. Then I stood at his feet, huffing air like I hadn’t just manhandled my two-hundred-pound boyfriend into captivity in the middle of a dark corn maze in the ass crack of nowhere.

My guess was, we were somewhere near the middle of the maze, so I didn’t have time to run to the truck to get anything else to secure him to the bench. I had to trust that his favorite leather cuffs would keep him restrained.

Or I was in trouble.

Big,bigtrouble.

He groaned from the ground where he sat with his chin against his chest in his mask and jeans and I stepped back further, watching him slowly come to.

“Puppet.” He hissed, lifting his head to look at me through the creepy hot mask and then pulled at his bindings. “Naughty, naughty Puppet.”

I stood taller, feeling brave and high on his special kind of high as I stared down at my very unwilling victim. I rarely ever saw the upside of control where Dane was considered, and normally I didn’t mind. But I craved the power tonight.

Oh, the things I was going to do to him—.

“This is your own fault.” I walked toward him and crouched down in front of him and cocked my head to the side, just like he did in that creepy way. “You were way too excited to string me up and use me tonight, I couldn’t just be a willing plaything for you. And you wanted me to fight back.”

“So now what, Puppet.” He shook his hands out, rattling the cuffs. “You’ve got me at your mercy, what are you going to do to me?”

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