Page 129 of Prey Tell
She’s going quicker now—left, right, left, right… so predictable, my prey.
She must know I’m right on her heels. Must know that I am calculating her next turn. It’s too predictable. A thrill runs through me, and I crack my neck as she turns left on the next corner.
I go right.
Then left—curling my fists when I see her stumble into the same passage as me, looking over her shoulder for me.
Oh, little prey, I am right in front of you.
I let out a low growl, taking so much fucking pleasure when she visibly shivers and slowly turns to face me.
“There you are, love,” I murmur, my voice thick and dangerous. Sliding my hand to my belt, I pull on the black leather riding crop—a surprise for her. I see her eyes widen as I run it over my hand smoothly before holding it up. “Your ass is mine today. As is your cunt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she says tightly, and I smile at the way her pupils are already blown out, making her eyes seem nearly onyx in color.
Seems making my wife wait this morning was a good call.
I discovered early on in our relationship that Juliet enjoyed when I tricked her—when I surprised her. And while we normally played without toys, today was different.
I also knew she was a masochist and enjoyed the pain almost more than the pleasure I gave her afterward.
It’s a good thing I was a sadist.
I would always get so close to coming in my pants whenever I spanked her.
“Come here, my pretty, little prey,” I command, taking a step toward her.
She cracks a grin, her nostrils flaring with excitement as she shakes her head. “Catch me,” she taunts, and then she’s gone.
I swear under my breath as I jog after her.
Seems like someone wants to be punished,I think, holding the riding crop in my hand as I turn the corner.
She’s gone—probably two or three passages away.Fuck.
“That’s okay,” I yell. “You can run, but you can’t hide,” I tell her, hoping she can hear me. Hoping my words are making her wet and needy. I swish the riding crop against the hedge, sending a flock of birds up into the air. I grin when I hear her yelp of surprise to my right.
I place the crop back in its holster, and then Irun.
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Juliet
I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on. I’mdripping,my wetness sliding down my legs, and my vision is blurry with lust and terror—two things that make it an extremely satisfying game for me. I hear another snap of his riding crop, and I know he’s close. I want to stop—want to let him find me, but I also know how much better it is for him when I make him work for it. I learned early on that Chase prefers toearnhis reward.
I turn the corner and cry out, my hand flying over my mouth when I see my husband waiting patiently for me at the other end of the passage.
He removes the riding crop from his holster—that was new, dear god… I would never recover from seeing him use it—and slowly stalks closer to me. I’m breathing so hard that my throat is burning, and my nipples are sensitive and aching for his mouth. So is the rest of my body.
Just as I take a step back to run, he lurches forward and grabs me by the front of my robe, pulling me against his warm, broad chest and glaring down at me with hunger and longing.
“I don’t think so, Mrs. Ravage,” he says, his voice husky.
“You don’t know me very well then,” I say sweetly, trailing a hand up his chest and ignoring the shudder of my body when his leather glove grazes my skin.
I pull away quickly, giggling as I run off.
He likes this. He never tolerated brats before me, but he loves it when I fight back.
