Page 93 of Petite Fleur

I kick and scream, but I can’t fight out of his grip. Even when I dig my nails into the grass, he continues to drag me as dirt and mud cakes under my nails.

When we reach the thickness of the woods and darkness takes over everything, he quickly flips me onto my back so he can straddle my waist.

His hands grab onto my wrists and pin them above my head. “I win.” He states smugly.

His face is covered with a mask, one solid black but with what appears to be stitches over the mouth and Xs over the eyes, all lit up in a neon red that is almost blinding in contrast to the darkness of the night.

I’m panting as I stare up at him, terrified and turned on for whatever is to come. All I know is that whatever it is, there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Leon leans down until our faces are so close together that I can practically taste the warm bourbon on his breath and hear the almost silent hum of the lights on his mask. “This is going to be even more fun than the chase.” He states with a sickening grin that sends a shiver down my spine.

I fight against his hold, but his strength outweighs mine and he has my wrists tied together and secured to a tree before I can even react otherwise.

I fight against the ropes, but they’re too tight and dig into my skin, leaving me helpless as he pulls my sweatpants and my shorts off of me.

“Fuck, I love this pretty little pussy. I’m going to love it even more by the morning.” He states.

What does that mean?

Wait!

“What?” I start to ask, but he slaps a piece of duct tape over my mouth before I can protest or ask what is happening.

I kick and squirm in his grasp, but I’m starting to slowly realize that it’s helpless to fight him, but I have to try.

I can’t give in that easily and let him think that I’m okay with this, although I think I gave myself away when I agreed to his ridiculous terms.

If I hadn’t agreed to this, his fingers easily pushing into me and proving just how turned on I am would be all he’d need to win his argument.

I watch, helpless and unable to move as Leon digs several things out of his bag, thankfully condoms being one of them.

Is he finally going to listen to me about that?

I smile from behind the tape, relaxing a little and not fighting him when he ties ropes tightly around my ankles and pulls. My legs spread so far that they burn, and I scream out around the tape as he secures my ankles to two different trees.

I’m trapped, but at least for one night, I know he won’t be trying to get me pregnant.

My arms are above my head, secured so tightly that the rope is digging into my skin and my shoulders are aching from how far I’m being stretched and my legs are being pulled so far apart and so tight that my muscles are burning and it feels like I’m merely seconds from being drawn and quartered.

I watch while Leon rolls the condom on and grins at me and it makes me wonder if he realizes that I’m getting what I want by him wearing a condom, so his smug little grin isn’t necessary.

“You think you’ve won, haven’t you? This is simply a way for me to get what I want without having to fuck you twice.” He answers smugly. “You won’t want me fucking you again after this.” He states.

What does that mean?

I stare down at him as best as I can, but I can’t see much from the angle I’m in, and I can’t pick my head up very much without the strain hurting my shoulders, but I hear him squirting lube onto his cock and yet again smile victoriously that this man seems to be doing everything I’ve wanted of him.

That is until I feel him start to push into my butt, and the only reaction my body can make is to tense.

I feel my ankles fighting the bindings so harshly that it feels like my ankles are being cut by the rope, but it won’t give.

I scream out around the tape while he pushes into me, but even tensing and screaming, I can’t stop it from happening.

“Mmm, that’s it, ma fleur. Did you think you had won? I warned you of the rules, that the next time you ran from me, it would be your ass I was fucking. Did I not?” He asks.

I can’t respond; I can’t even think to nod or shake my head. My body is frozen, and my scream becomes silent as I’m simply gasping for breath around the tape over my mouth.

He shoves into me in one, rough thrust and I gasp so harshly that it makes me cough until I’m fighting for air.

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