Page 14 of Deviant Secrets

She was wet, and it was cold outside, eliciting a more sharp, painful smack. Time was running out, and I needed to feel her around me.

Taking a hold of Chloe’s asscheeks, they spread wide open, giving me the most delicious view of her dripping wet cunt. I wasted no time in lining up with her entrance.

Giving her no time to adjust, I sunk myself into her and rhythmically fucked in and out, the only sound echoing around us being the slap of skin on skin and her gagging.

“That’s right, take it all,” I grunted. “The way you were built to…fuck…”

Grabbing her tied hands, I gripped the middle of the rope that bound her, using it as leverage to drive my cock into her harder. My other hand curled over the top of her head and four fingers dove into her mouth, forcing her head off the knife. Slamming into my chest, she had no choice but to scream as she fucked me back, waves created by the sheer force we were fucking. She was hungry, and I had no intention of stopping.

The sweat lined my chest in thick pools under my shirt, but all I could think about was her walls pulsing around my cock. She was close, but she would need to wait.

“Don’t.Thrust. You.Thrust. Dare.”

Her cries wrapped around my head, creeping through my ears like a parasite. Each one being replaced by another. My hand left her mouth, sending a bloody trail down to her nipple as she fell back to the ground.

“Lick the Blade, nice and slow.”

I pinched her nipple and pulled it harshly between my fingers, barking the order. Quickly she obeyed, wincing as her tongue swirled along the sharp edges and painting them red.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, moving my fists hard and fast along my length until I came on top of that beautiful reddened ass, creating the most beautiful masterpiece.

“Stay still,” I ordered, loosening the ropes around her hands and untying each knot that was expertly placed. We didn’t need books, I scoffed to myself. Just years of camping, fishing and survival techniques, with a little bit of sadism sprinkled in. That teaches you most of what you need to know, like tying a decent knot.

“Please let me come,” she whimpered. Her voice was barely audible, and she trembled beneath me. The request was filled with desperation.

I rubbed the chafed skin along her wrists and up her arms, helping to get the feeling back. Massaging the stress and fear from her locked joints, and she hummed her approval with a quick thank you.

“Trust me, soon enough you’ll be begging us to stop making you come.” The laugh rumbled in my chest at the honest enjoyment I was getting out of this experience.

The chase was thrilling. I’ve done it plenty of times, but this one…Chloe was like biting a piece of forbidden fruit, and I’m starting to think from this point on. It was the only way I wanted to play.

Grabbing the knife and slipping it into my pocket, I watched her cautiously as I helped her up. It was our job to make sure she’s safe in our care, and I wouldn’t hesitate to say the safe word myself if I thought she needed it. I’m sadistic, not an asshole.

“One last round Little Fox?” I awaited her nod of approval and stalked off into the trees, grinning to myself when the fast-paced crunching of leaves and sloshing mud hit my ears.

A fire erupted within me at her false hope, because this night was far from over. When we leave, it won’t be long before she comes crawling back for more.

Chloe

At this point, I had no idea where I was running to anymore, the same tree coming into view for the fifth time already. Various branches scratched at me as I fell deeper into the forest. Concern and fear started to pool within me at the prospect of becoming lost and unable to help myself out of danger.

My body ached, my legs were shaking, and my mouth was painfully split open. That last sadistic request caused me to split the tip of my tongue, and it hurt worse than the deepest papercut. The woods seemed to stretch on forever as I ran seemingly faster than I ever have in my life.

It was beyond cold now; the wind whipping fiercely against my numbing tits and the terror suffocated me. The dull ache in my ribs grew with every step I took, but I couldn’t stop now.I have to win this sick game of theirs.My arms may have been free, but everything else was screaming at me.

They were both closing in fast, and a sense of relief washed over me. A laugh forced it’s way out of my throat, seeing the tiny window with the kitchen light on.I’m close.

My lungs burned and the realization sunk in. I was never in control of this. They decided when we were done. Even if I made it to the cabin, they made it pretty clear they would be far from done.

In the final stretch, there was nothing but clear flat land between myself and where I needed to go. So I sprinted, missingthe root that coiled and twisted from the old tree in front of the cabin.

Before I knew it, the ground disappeared from beneath me. My hair whipped and stuck to my face in a sticky sweat and I tumbled down, my knees and legs becoming a mess of cuts and lesions from the various stones and pain erupted in my abdomen as I hit the ground.

For a moment it was completely silent, and I rolled over onto my back, coming face to face with two pairs of black combat boots. I tried to move, but everything hurt, and a frustrated cry ripped through me.I was so close and I lost.

Their masks came into view and King leaned in, hooking his arms underneath mine, hoisting me up to my feet, handling me like a doll. It was a stark reminder of how helpless I really was.

“You did well, but it’s midnight,” he said, almost calm. It was vastly different from the assertive, dominant tone he’d been using all night. “Game over.”

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