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“I will if that’s the only way to stop you from touching yourself.”
Despite his words, he slows down a little, letting me get a few steps ahead of him. It’s not much, but it will have to do.
“And how will you stop me if you can’t catch me?” I tease.
His eyes widen with realization of what I’m about to do, but I don’t wait for him to react. I bolt for the trees.
Chapter 41
Ethan
I can’t help butlaugh at my bunny’s ingenuity. I expected her to beg me to fuck her on a picnic table or try to cajole me into letting her come with another blowjob, but I never expected another chase and fuck game. She must really be into it. To my surprise, so am I.
I don’t chase my victims. I study their patterns, then grab them when they least expect it, using the paralyzing drug to avoid a scuffle. I do all that to reduce the chances of leaving evidence behind, to avoid getting caught. However, now I can see the appeal of toying with the victim. Of letting them run, allowing them a sliver of hope that they can actually escape, then hunting them down. The rush is intoxicating.
Of course, I don’t want to kill Kayla. I do want to chase her, though. I want to catch her, hold her down, and rut her into the forest floor.
Running with a stiff cock is mighty uncomfortable, but Kayla couldn’t have gotten far. She’s not much of a runner, and she must be tired after working on the ranch and riding that horse.
She wasn’t the only one who struggled with arousal back there. All it took was one look at how her thighs, clad in tight leggings, flexed when she moved in the saddle and I was battling my own desire to pull her off the damned horse and bend her over the railing.
I was going to wait until we got home in case she needed to rest or shower before having sex, but once again, my bunny threw me for a loop.
My feet pound into the soft forest floor as I take after her. Not that the few trees around the road and the bush patches between them have any right to be called a forest. In fact, the trees are so scarce I can still see Kayla’s red shirt even though she’s about two hundred feet ahead of me.
Not wanting the game to end too quickly, I let her gain a little distance. Not too much, though. I can’t have her finding a hiding spot and finishing herself before I get to her. Like I said, she comes around my cock or not at all.
I break through the underbrush to where I last saw the telltale flash of red, only to find Kayla’s shirt hanging on a branch. The laugh that bubbles out of my chest is both amused and sinister.
“A scared, half-naked girl running alone through the forest,” I muse loud enough so that she can hear me. She must be hiding somewhere close, but I can’t spot her at the moment. “And a monster chasing her. Hunting her,” I add in a deeper voice. “I wonder how that could possibly end.”
A noise comes from my right, but when I turn to investigate, Kayla sprints out of a hiding spot on my left. It only takes me a few leaps to block her path.
I take her in. She’s panting; there are twigs and leaves in her hair and dirt smeared on her arms and torso. Her eyes are wild, fear and desire warring for dominance.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
“It appears I caught my bunny,” I say as I step closer.
Kayla scowls. “Nope.”
She flicks her hand, throwing a handful of leaves and dirt and gravel at me. Instinctively, I close my eyes, even though her attack is aimed mostly at my chest. Before I can pull myself together, Kayla’s running again, weaving her way between the trees and bushes and skipping over fallen branches and protruding roots.
Fuck, I love this girl!
“Enjoy your run, bunny!” I shout. “Sooner or later, I’ll catch you. It’s rabbit season today!”
Kayla
My thighs are burning,my heart is trying to smash its way out of my ribcage, and I’m pretty sure one of my lungs collapsed, but I keep running. A branch whips my shoulder, snagging on my shirt, the fabric tearing as I don’t stop. I can’t stop. There’s a monster after me. A predator. And I’m the prey.
Also, I’m so damned horny I might just spontaneously combust in flames, setting this sorry excuse for a forest on fire. My pussy lips are swollen and rubbing against my wet clothes in the most delectably torturous way possible. I contemplate stopping and taking care of the burning need, but Ethan is not far behind. He won’t let me touch myself.
My hiking boots are no better suited for running than they were for horse riding, but I’m grateful for them as I slip on a root, and they save me from breaking my ankle. Damn, this running through the woods kink is more difficult than it seemed!
I slow down, realizing I don’t hear rustling behind me anymore. Did I really outrun Ethan?
I scoff at myself. Yeah, like that would ever happen. He’s probably just stalking me quietly now. Maybe waiting somewhere in front of me already. He could be behind that thick tree. Or underneath that bush. Hell, he could be anywhere!
