Page 68 of His Coveted Obsession

I set the timer on my watch for two minutes, then I would chase after him. Still, I kept my eyes on him as he ran until I no longer could.

Thomas wasn’t a survivalist. He would most likely keep going straight. He wouldn’t be hard to find.

As the seconds ticked by, I pulled the small dagger out of my pocket and twirled it between my fingers. In and out. In and out.

When my watch beeped, I took off at a steady jog.

My heart raced probably as much as his did, except mine was out of pure excitement and the thrill of the chase. For me, this wasn’t just about Thomas’s surprising fantasy, but about our bond. I had plans for us tonight.

I paused by a small tree and fingered the broken branches. The creek off to my left made it hard to hear him through the otherwise silent woods. He wouldn’t have rushed through the water because it would be too cold, so I forged ahead.

I suddenly stopped and tucked myself behind a tree when I sensed movement. There he was in the distance, hunched over as if trying to catch his breath. My grin grew broad, my cock stirring to life again. The anticipation of catching him was just as thrilling as fucking him.

When I moved, a twig snapped. Thomas looked up like a deer caught in headlights and took off.

I laughed for the first time and chased after him. I ran faster and faster, letting the branches slap against me, but careful not to fall.

He kept turning his head to look back at me, and when he did it the last time, he fell. Before he could scramble up and run again, I pounced and tackled him to the ground.

“Gotcha, little rabbit.”

“Oh, no… please, mister. Let me go.”

“Never. You’re mine forever,” I growled in his ear.

He twisted his body until he was facing me, trying to pull away and escape again.

My hand slid under his sweater and shirt, feeling his smooth skin. My hand pushed up the fabric enough that I could yank it off him. Thomas struggled and tried to pull away, smacking at me, but there was no strength behind it.

Once I had his sweater off, I easily flipped him onto his stomach again. An ‘oof’slipped out of him. My hand wrapped around his front, and I undid his jeans and zipper. Thomas clawed at the ground and kicked out, but he wasn’t going anywhere with my other arm around his throat.

With some effort, I got his pants pulled down far enough to give me access to his ass.

“You’re mine. There is nowhere you can go that I won’t find you if you run.”

While we were only role-playing, I meant every word.

“Now hold still, little rabbit.”

“Yes, sir.”

Keeping my shirt on so he didn’t see my injury, I let him go and sat behind him as I undid my pants and pulled out my swollen cock. Thomas pushed himself up on his hands and stuck his ass out for me, which glowed in the moonlight like a beacon.

“You’re my master now, mister.”

“That’s right. I own you.”

After grabbing my wallet, I found the packet of lube, opened it, and poured some into my hand. I tossed the trash as I pressed my thumb against his hole and swiped oil over it, pulling a groan from Thomas, who pushed back for more. My thumb slid in, and I pumped it in and out for a minute. That was all he got. I needed to fuck him, my cock pulsing and eager to be inside his white-hot tightness.

I slicked my length, hating having to wipe my hands on my jeans, but there was nothing else, and spread his ass cheeks.

“Bear down,” I ordered.

“Don’t go easy on me.”

His words just reminded me of howmuchThomas belonged to me. He fulfilled all my base needs and desires while loving every inch of me, inside and out. No one, not even Sid, treated me with such reverence.

My tip lined up with his hole, and I sank inside him. Thomas arched his back and moaned loudly. My need for him and to come burned within. I wanted to be the animal he fantasized me to be—a true predator fucking its mate, its prey.

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