Page 17 of Beautifully Forgiven

My fingers keep going, eager to find the wetness I know will be pooled at her feet soon enough.

I touch her bare pussy and she whimpers and squirms as I trace a line from the top to the bottom of her.

The wetness that meets my fingers has my dick throbbing again and in need of relief.

I push a finger inside, and she cries out as I force a second one in.

“This, all this will be mine very soon, kitten. You’ll see you’ve kept it all for me, haven’t you?” I hiss. Moving them in and out, I force her breathing to escalate.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight, princess. I’m going to fucking destroy you,” I growl and turn her around. As my fingers leave the warmth of her pussy, I place a finger at her entrance and feel her tense as I dip the tip in just a little.

I lean down so I can whisper in her ear.

“This will be owned by me, too, little girl. Every hole, every part of you will be mine.” I push it in further, reaching the top knuckle and she gasps and grips my arms as I do.

“In time,” I whisper, and pull it out and help her into the bath. She slowly sits down, and I hear her wince as she does.

I part her hair from covering her face and begin to wash her. She lets me as she sits there void of any emotion.

Maybe I’ve already broken her?

Once I’m satisfied she is clean, I help her out and dry her. Instead of the nakedness I’d force her to keep, I dress her in some of my clothes. They are far too big and baggy, but at least she will be warmer.

I begin to lead her back to her room, but before she gets there, her hand slips back, she grabs a lamp, and before I can react she hits me in the head with it. I land with a thump and see her dart for the door.

Fuck, that hurt.

“Savannah,” I yell as I stand, my vision a little blurry. Placing my hand to my head, I feel the wetness that begins to pool on my scalp. I know she cut me, but it’s the last of my worries. She manages to get the door open even with all the locks and falls out the door. As I grab her foot, she lands with a thud, but kicks me and my hand slips, giving her a chance, and she runs down the steps and into the woods.

The darkness takes her and I give chase.

“You want to play, baby girl? Let’s play,” I growl.

I’ve never run so fastin my life. I take off into the woods even though I can’t see anything in front of me. The darkness captures me completely and my legs keep carrying me. I trip over a rock and land on my face, tumbling downward, crying out, I land and something sharp scratch’s my leg. I force myself up and keep going. I can hear him calling for me yelling my name. He's behind me.He’s coming.

I need to keep running. My feet land heavy through the dirt and grass as my legs burn but I don’t stop. I keep going. I’m panting with every step I take. My lungs burn for the need of air.

“SAVANNAH,” he yells, and I look back to see how close he is. I have no idea how far away he is, I can’t see him, but I need to keep going.

“I’m going to catch you, princess.” I hear him growl.

I stop to look around and all I see are trees in every direction. He yells again and I panic. I just run. I don’t care what direction I'm going or where it leads. I just run. The moon shines down between the treetops, and I look up as my legs carry me. Tripping over a log, I tumble down a hill. My face hits something and my vision goes blurry as my head pounds. I grab the side of my face and feel wetness there.

Shit, don’t stop, he’s coming.

I will my legs to get up to run. I hear twigs snap in the distance and his voice echoes around me.

“I’m going to get you, little girl.” His voice is pissed, that much I can tell.

My legs finally lift, and I start to run again. I must have messed up my ankle or something because it hurts like a bitch and I’m limping as I run. The pain is so bad I fall to my knees in a heap.

“Come on,” I say to myself.

I try again and use the trees to hold myself up. I'm not as fast, and I know it will only be a matter of time before he catches up. I see a light behind me and know it’s him. I go as fast as I can. My top gets caught on a passing branch and as I'm yanking it off to get free, I stumble back and land with a thump on the ground.

“If you wanted to play cat and mouse, kitten, all you had to do was ask.” His voice is so close. I lean up on my elbows, and there he is, standing in front of me. Smirk in place and cockiness galore.

“Gotcha,” he says, leaning forward, and stepping over me he yanks me up by my hair.

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