Page 63 of Hide and Seek
I didn’t even realize he was in the woods when I veered off the path. I was just hoping to put some distance between me and the edge of campus so it would be harder for him to surprise me.
It seems he not only saw my challenge, he accepted it.
A weird fluttering feeling explodes in my stomach. It’s not nerves or even anticipation. It’s excitement, and it mixes with the leftover adrenaline from being chased to create something brand new and instantly addictive.
His breaths are as loud and ragged as mine, but I know better than to think he’s tired or even winded. He’s got me, and there’s nothing I can do to escape.
More of those flutters explode deep inside me, and my cock throbs as my balls draw up tight against my body. I’m alreadyleaking for him, and all he’s done is chase me through the woods and pin me to a tree.
This is so fucked up, but I’m beyond caring as he shifts behind me, then his right hand appears in my line of vision. So does the coil of thin black rope he’s holding.
My chest tightens, and my stomach swoops like I’m in a free fall. I watch in both fear and fascination as he throws the coil around the back of the tree and catches it with his other hand. When he has a good grip on both ends of the rope, he flicks his wrist a few times, using practiced moves as he somehow manages to tie the rope around the trunk of the tree with one hand, leaving a large loop sticking out of the knot.
It feels like pterodactyls are doing a flying V in my belly as he grabs my wrist and threads it through the loop. I try to pull free, but he’s too strong, and he tugs on the end of the rope, cinching the loop around my wrist and locking me in place.
I have no clue if my whimper is from fear or shock, and I don’t have time to think too hard about it as he grabs my other wrist and pins it next to my trapped hand.
I try to tug free, but he just holds me in place and wraps the rope around my wrist. I’m still stuck on the fact that he not only brought a rope with him, but that he obviously knows how to use it when he threads the rope under itself a few times in a quick pattern, then yanks on a small loop to cinch it in place.
I yank and pull and try to break free as soon as he lets my wrists go, but it’s no use. The knots are secure, and the only thing I manage to do is dig the rope into my skin, giving myself rope burn.
He tosses the last of the coil around the tree again and does another of those one-handed knots to create another loop around the trunk. It’s looser than the one holding my wrists and doesn’t seem to serve a purpose that I can see.
My attention is pulled away from the rope as he presses against my back. The heat from his body seeps into my chilled skin, and something dark and earthy with hints of musk mixes with the already familiar scents of his apple shampoo and spicy cologne.
His low chuckle is way sexier than it has any business being, and I close my eyes when he rubs one hand over the swell of my ass. He isn’t being rough, but his touch isn’t tender or gentle. It’s possessive, like he’s claiming me.
That thought makes me moan, and he chuckles again, low and dark, when I try to cover it up with a fake cough that isn’t fooling either one of us.
“Please,” I whimper, and I have no idea if I’m asking for more or begging for him to stop.
Strong hands grip the waistband of my running pants and yank them down, exposing my ass as my cock bobs in front of me, so hard it’s almost touching my stomach. I cry out as the cool air moves against my overheated skin and moan shamelessly when he presses his rock-hard dick against my ass and fits his covered length between my cheeks.
The material of his pants feels strange against my skin. It’s a bit plasticky and definitely synthetic, but butter soft and as thin as gauze, so I can feel the heat radiating off him.
The rope is tight around my wrists, and the nylon is digging into my skin. The reminder that I’m trapped and truly at his mercy is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, and I pull on the restraints so they dig into me harder.
Those same hands grip my hips and yank me back so I’m bent over at the waist, my ass in the air and my hands tied to the tree. I let out a moan as the cool air moves over my heated skin, but it turns into a garbled cry when he uses one hand to pull my ass cheek to the side and split me open.
I’ve never done any sort of ass play with another person, not in either role, and my body tightens in both fear and arousal. Is he going to fuck me? Do I want him to?
I almost laugh. Of course I want him to. That was the whole reason I challenged him and didn’t just go out for a run at sunset and hope he got the hint.
I want him inside me. I don’t just want him to fuck me; I want him to own me. I want it more than anything, even if the logical side of my brain knows that giving my power to a stranger and choosing to be completely at his mercy is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done.
A blunt finger presses against my hole, and the curious rumble that escapes him helps ease some of my fear. He basically has carte blanche to do whatever the fuck he wants to me, and he didn’t just shove his dick in me, even though he easily could have.
He presses harder against me, and I force myself to relax as he breeches me. The stretch and burn from the intrusion make me groan and clench around him, but he just pushes deeper, another of those pleased rumbles tickling my ear as he works both with and against my body as he buries his digit deep inside me on the first pass.
I prepped before I turned the camera around in anticipation of this moment, and he wastes no time pulling his finger out of me and stepping back, leaving me with my naked ass in the air, my hard dick bobbing in front of me comically, and my hands tied to the tree.
The sudden loss of his body is disorienting, and an intense feeling of vulnerability invades my fear and arousal, but I don’t dare look behind me to see what he’s doing.
It’s beyond fucked up, but I don’t want to risk seeing his face, even after spending more hours than I’ll ever admit to anyone picturing what he might look like. Before the break, I spent somuch time checking out every guy I passed on campus with his general body type and build to see if it could be him that I walked into more than one lamppost and wall. And while I was home, I combed through the student files, trying to figure out who he could be, but now that he’s here and behind me, I don’t want to know.
Anonymity is part of the allure, and the mystery adds to the fantasy. He could be anyone. Another student, or maybe a TA. He’s too young to be a professor, and I doubt he’s part of the staff for the school or any of the houses. They have freedom to move around the houses they work for, but you never see them outside on the grounds unless they’re working. They also don’t live on campus and are housed in the town just beyond the gates.
The scrape of a zipper undoing shakes me free of my thoughts, and my heart pounds in my chest as more of that fear/anticipation fills me.
