Page 13 of Stalking His Prey

“Here,” he says, handing me the water.

“T-thank you,” I manage to whisper as I take it from him.

The water tastes cool and crisp–probably spring water, if I were to guess. I gulp down half of it then set the glass aside.

The shift in his demeanor is dramatic. Moments ago, he was a wild force, ravishing me with nothing but his lust to drive him. Now he’s behaving like a perfect gentleman.

And yet he still has his mask on…

My pussy is pulsing almost painfully between my legs. My nipples are so hard and swollen, and I can still feel the sting on my ass from where he spanked me with his lustful approval.

My eyes wander around the sparsely decorated room, until I see it: his knife lying on the floor by his pants.

It’s like a splash of cold water to the face.

What am I thinking? I can’t just stay here with him like this!

Who knows who this man is? I’ve got to get out of here! There’s no way he would just let me go after bringing me to this place. If I were to report him, surely this would be enough to give the cops a lead on finding out who he is.

“My God, Penelope,” he says, moving to take a seat on the bed beside me. “You are just too sexy–”

His abs feel like iron against my heel as I kick out with every ounce of strength I have left, landing my heel directly against his stomach. I hear him gasp as I leap to my feet.

Then I’m out the door and running completely naked through the woods, with absolutely no idea of how to get back to my car.

I’m in big fucking trouble.

6

HAWK

TWO MONTHS EARLIER…

I finally made it happen.The mountain cabin I always dreamed of owning is finally mine.

Sure, with all my money, I could have just built a brand-new modern home on any of the tens of thousands of acres I now own, but where would be the fun in that? The fun is in the restoration–working with your hands. And I can’t wait to get started.

But right now, I’m just going for a walk in the woods–a hike, as people living around here like to call it. To me, it’s just trudging through the woods to get some good exercise. I don’t have any fancy backpacks or a trendy thermos with a UV-light cleaner, or a phone with me to take adorable selfies that I can post on Instagram.

All I have with me are my trusty leather boots, my jeans, and a good sense of direction that won’t allow me to get lost.

I fill my lungs with the clean spring air and set off, walking quickly down the slope, filled with energy and vigor for the day ahead.

The land with the cabin I purchased abuts a nature preserve where people love to hike, but I’m far enough from it that I doubt I’ll be running into anybody. They’d have to be some real serious hikers and not worried at all about leaving their precious trails that let them know where to go next.

But after walking for a few minutes, I hear what sounds like female voices coming from the west. They sound raised, concerned, so I alter my course in that direction. Who knows, maybe someone is in trouble, and if I can lend a hand, why shouldn’t I?

Sure enough, a couple minutes later, I spot two girls–teens by the look of them–looking down at a paper map. One of them brunette and the other is a blonde. Even from here, I can see that the brunette is gorgeous. She’s lithe in her movements, with long legs and a sculpted ass that instantly draws my eye.

The blonde is slightly shorter, and while also pretty, is nothing compared to her friend.

The brunette has me entranced. Even from this distance, I feel like I’ve stumbled upon a sensual goddess who likes to hike but also likes company and doesn’t want to be alone, so she brought a human friend with her.

As I move closer, I can see they’re arguing with each other, pointing to the map, frustrated looks on their faces.

Yep. They’re lost.

After some arguing, the blonde, clearly frustrated, drops her pack and plunks herself down in the brush. Her friend, the brunette goddess, is also clearly upset, but in much better control of herself as she takes off her bag and sits down.