Page 16 of Stranger Session

My heartbeat races against my chest. It feels like it’s trying to come out of my mouth but is stuck in my throat. I gasp past it and keep going until my legs begin to shake. I fall against a tree. I can’t hear his footsteps anymore, and I hope I can take a moment to catch my breath.

“There you are,” says a voice behind me.

I turn with a gasp, and my gaze lands on the glint of a knife. I didn’t agree to weapons.

“Why do you have a knife?” I yell.

“To make you do what I want.”

He doesn’t need a weapon to do that. I agreed to do what he wants.

“Raise that skirt and rub your pretty little cunt for me,” he says behind the mask. “I want to see you squirm against that tree.”

Okay. Maybe this isn’t what I fantasized about after all. This feels wrong. But I comply and lift my skirt because this is what I asked for. Essentially.

My eyes lock on the skull mask, then drop to the knife hanging at his side. My hand rides up my thighs before dipping into my panties and rubbing between my legs. Cold air tantalizes and teases me with each pass of my warm fingers.

“That’s good. Come for me,” he groans as he rubs against the bulge in his black pants.

I lean against the tree, my thighs trembling as I rub harder and faster. Quick, circular motions bring me closer to climax, and I close my eyes with every shudder of mybody. As the wave finally crashes between my legs, my lids clench shut. When I open them again, the man is gone, as if he was never there to begin with. If it weren’t for the imprints of his shoes where he stood, I’d think I imagined the whole thing.

Another whistle punctuates the stale fall air. It sounds so far away, but it’s a sound that makes my blood heat and my heart race.

Run.

Del

I find the blinking dot on my phone and follow it. The whistles are a mind game to let her know I’m here and that I’m searching for her.

Hunting her.

The pinging dot grows and grows as I near her. Eventually I’m close enough that I don’t need my phone any longer. I can feel her.

Breathe her in.

Sense her.

“Run, run, my little whore!” I shout. I want her to feel my words in her bones. I want my voice to echo in her ears long after I speak.

Her footsteps sound from my right, and I take off after her. I can’t wait to catch her and put her beneath me. I long to feel what I’vedreamedof and obsessed over since the moment I felt her on my lap.

Her dark hair blows backward as she runs, whipping inthe wind. She looks feral. Like a wild animal attempting to escape a larger, wilder animal. How fitting.

“Are you scared yet? Afraid of what I’ll do to your pussy once I catch you?” I yell.

She answers with a breathless whimper.

“I’m going to rip you limb from limb with my cock. Tear your legs apart and take you!”

She’s getting tired. Her feet hit the earth harder with every step. The gap between us is closing, which means less and less space between my mouth and hers.

Then I remember this fucking ghost mask. I can’t kiss her because I can’t let her see my face. She agreed to let the unknown nightmare chase her, not me.

Not Del.

She’s so close now. I’m near enough to hear each strained intake of breath, and then I round a tree and spot her. I leap forward and wrap my hand around her arm, halting her forward momentum.

A blood-curdling scream tears from her throat and almost makes me release her, but I remind myself that this is what she wants. I push her to the ground and climb on top of her. Even as she flails and struggles beneath my weight, this is exactly what she asked for.

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