Page 128 of Prey Tell
Mr. R
I set the letter down and walk into the maze. My breathing is already heavy with excitement, and the space between my thighs is already slick. It’s been a busy few months, with me settling into my tenured position at the local university, buying this house, and now, the next step in our relationship…
I swallow, my skin tingling with what the future holds.
We hadn’t played outside of the bedroom in months, and we’d yet to take advantage of the final selling point of this property—a full-size hedge maze.
I wander between the hedges, my eyes snapping to every corner, every crevice, waiting for him to find me. I think back to a few days ago, discussing the maze and how to use it today. The way he had me pinned beneath him in our library… the way he utteredexactlywhat I wanted to hear…
“You know by now how to give up control, Juliet. So why would this be any different?”
“Yes, but all the books say—”
“My love, when have we ever done anything by the books? Stop overthinking things. You can’t plan this. It’s entirely out of our control. Now, I know you’ve been stressed about it all, so I have an idea if you’ll allow me the satisfaction of helping you unwind.”
I smile. “What’s your idea?”
“Saturday is the day, yeah?” he asks, nuzzling his nose behind my ear and dragging it down to my chest, inhaling.
My eyes flutter closed. “Yes.”
“Okay. Let me take the control from you, then. All you need to worry about is feeling, obeying… and running.”
I shiver as the memory passes, turning a corner to find the next section empty.
Is he even here?Maybe he got held up on a work call—I know he and Miles are currently securing a big client. He’s been down south all week because of it, and aside from a quickie last night when he got home, I’d barely touched him. I missed him. But I had to trust him. Ididtrust him. He knows how important today is. But where is he? He said he was going to give me a five-minute head start… surely it’s been five minutes. Is he watching me? Lurking behind a corner somewhere? The thought makes me wetter, and I walk quicker to dispel some of the tension.
My hands are shaking as I turn the next corner, letting out a long, slow breath when it’s clear.
Keep going, Juliet. Your predator is waiting.
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Chase
At exactly five minutes past ten, I allow myself to enter the maze. My eyes flick over the opened envelope, and I straighten the collar of my white shirt as I walk between the narrow hedges. Every crackle, every rustle of leaves, has my eyes skating across my surroundings. I think I caught a whiff of her shampoo, but I can’t be sure. Still, I follow the scent around the next corner, stiffening when I see her slowly approaching the next corner, her back to me.
My cock hardens inside of my pants, aching to be inside of her. I was wearing her favorite hunting outfit—just for her.All for her.Black pants, white button-up, sturdy, lace-up boots, and her new favorite accessory… black leather gloves. My eyes take in her long, silk robe. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. And she’s barefoot—which she’s learned before puts her at a disadvantage.
My lovelyprey.My wife. She wants to be caught—and the hunter inside of me wishes for nothing more than to hunt her properly, to claim her in the ultimate way, ensuring she’s full of my essence. And I’d fill her full of my cum—over and over and over.
Until today, there’d never been a good time to complete my ultimate fantasy, but now? I could fill her up and lock her legs shut. I knew how much she wanted this. We’d been planning it for weeks, but the body is fickle. Today… she’d be ripe and ready for the taking.
I take a step forward as she rounds the corner.
Normally when we play, I chase and she runs. But today, I want to stalk her.Slowly. Relishing in the way her chest rises and falls. Making her think—just for a second—that I’m not coming after her. Give her a false sense of safety. It would be in that moment that I would strike—that I’d claim her for myself. Her tongue would flick against the leather, and she’d taste it—moaning when she did. Shefuckingloved it when I touched her with the leather.
I’d acquired a healthy amount of leather accessories in the last four years, sometimes wearing them just to make her crazy.
Driving gloves.
A leather tie.
Leather shoes, and most recently, a black leather cuff bracelet and matching collar for her.
I adjust myself in my pants as I round the corner slowly. Juliet is about to round the next corner, but a twig snaps under my feet, and her eyes shoot over her shoulder as I duck behind a hedge. I can see her, but she can’t see me—and my cock isthrobbingas I see her swallow, following it down her throat to her flushed chest. She turns and quickly walks around the next corner.
I follow.
