The Game: Hunted

God, it’s been a long few months. It feels like I haven’t had any meaningful time with my husband in—

When was the last time we did something fun? I can’t even remember…

Of course, we see each other all the time. But at this point, it feels like we’re just passing each other by most of the time. A hug or kiss here, talking about our day, or zoning out to watch a show together before bed.

It’s not like our sex life is boring, it’s just… it’s good. It’s not great, like it used to be.

I want so badly to reconnect with him. I miss the spontaneity we used to have. It just hasn’t been possible lately.

Maybe that’s why we—

Shit. It was just an animal. Maybe I’m a bit more tense than I thought.

Okay, just… be present. I hardly ever have time to just walk through the park.

I breathe deeply and take in the world around me. God, I love the cold air. And the park, usually so busy in the daytime, is almost a ghost town at night.

I walk past a couple kissing on a park bench - they are the only people I’ve seen the whole time I’ve been walking. I can’t help but smile at them as I pass. We’ll get there, I know we will. I…

Okay, that’s weird. I actually… don’t really know where I am in the park. I haven’t been here in a long time and I don’t recognize anything around me.

I’m looking around and I don’t see anyone aside from the couple I just passed but… I don’t know. Something feels weird. It’s more of… a feeling, I guess.

I can feel the goosebumps rising on my arms. And I have an intense, twisted feeling in my stomach. I feel like… maybe I’m being watched right now.

I keep walking, trying to find my way back to an area that I remember. A chill runs down my spine and I shiver a little.

I have always found that fight-or-flight instinct fascinating. The moment you feel like you’re in danger… your whole body feels ready, eager to respond… to run. It’s scary, of course… but there’s something so intriguing about this feeling.

Maybe that’s why I’m here… walking alone in the park late at night.

The panic starts to rise up into my throat and I can practically hear my heart pounding in my chest already. I’m in a completely secluded part of the park now. No street lights, just the dim light of the moon.

I take a deep breath…

And as I exhale, I see him.

He’s standing in the shadows to my left. His clothes are dark and he blends into the treeline. I have to strain my eyes carefully to make him out, but he’s there.

He’s watching me… waiting. Does he know I’ve seen him? Does he know which way I’ll run?

I flex my toes, curling and uncurling them in my shoes… testing the ground beneath me.. I bend over to tighten the laces and sneak another glance in his direction.

He hasn’t moved. But I can tell he’s ready to at any moment. Whenever he sees me make a run for it, he’ll be right behind me.

I fight the urge to panic and take another deep breath.

I don’t bother to straight up before kicking off into a sprint, heading in the opposite direction.

My steps are measured… and I think I recognize where I am now, but still… it’s different… in the moment. I feel like I want to scream. The trees are blending together as I race past them.

I glance over my shoulder and I can feel him closing in on me. He’s fast. But I’m faster.

I veer left and dodge between a large tree and a fallen log. For a few seconds, he’s out of my sight line… and I hope I’m out of his.

I duck behind the log and lay flat on my stomach. My heart is racing, my mouth is dry. I try to steady my breaths… waiting him out.

I hear him, but I don’t dare move. He’s so close. I can’t look up to see if he’s spotted me. All I can do is wait here… quiet and low… praying he moves right past me.

My nails dig into the earth, soil embedding into my nails. I try to be still… quiet.

I hear his footsteps moving further away from me.

That fact that I lost him already, that I’ve bested him, that he has no idea where I am right now… makes me want to test my luck.

I push myself off the ground, standing upright and calling in his direction.

“Is that all you’ve got? Come on!”

He turns on the spot and glares at me, bearing his teeth, a wild look in his eyes. His chest is rising and falling heavily and I can tell I’ve got his attention now.

I take off again, and he’s quick to follow. Adrenaline is pumping through me. The fear and… I don’t know… excitement? Of him catching me? It’s more real than ever before.

It feels like he’s right behind me, he could catch me, take me, do whatever he wanted with me.

I leap over a bunch of vines sprouting up from the ground and duck behind a tree again. I don’t stop, though - I keep moving, slower now… sneaking from tree to tree…

He can’t see me… but I can see him.

He comes to a stop about ten feet away from me. My hands clamp over my mouth and I try not to make a sound.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

God, my stomach is in knots. I have no idea where we are in the park. I’ve completely lost track. I don’t know if there are people around, I don’t know which direction to go to get out of here.

I’m trapped. And he’s circling me… moving swiftly between the trees. I grip the tree and slowly move around it, attempting to stay out of his sight.

My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding. If I can sneak around him, I can go in the other direction, I can get away before he—

Shit. Where did he go? He was just… he was right there. I can’t see him anymore.

I move a little trying to get a better view of the path behind me. But… he’s gone.

I don’t understand where—

“You thought you could hide from me, huh?”

His hands are on me, one on each side of my body, shoving me hard against the tree. The bark presses into my back and I struggle a little as he holds me in place.

“God, I love it when you run. It’s cute that you think you can get away. I wonder… what else you have in you… What other surprises… you have for me… ”

He presses his thumb against my lips, hard, smearing my lipstick across my face before moving the strands of hair out of my eyes.

Terror runs through me and I struggle a little more, but it’s no use.

“Now that I’ve caught you… I can do whatever I want. I can… touch you wherever I want… take whatever I want. Can’t I? ”

His grip on my arm is tight as his other hand moves between my legs. He forces them apart with his knee, and I struggle to stay upright My foot catches on a root protruding from the ground.

“And you… you’re going to be nice and quiet, aren’t you? Even if things get a little… rough. You aren’t going to make a fucking sound. Isn’t that right? ”

“Fuck. ”

“Are you liking this game as much as you thought you would, baby?”

The desire flaring up in my chest mixes with the adrenaline coursing through me from the chase.

My hand moves up to his and my touch is gentle… I look up at him with soft eyes and a sweet smile.

He drops his guard and leans in, his lips getting closer to mine. God, he smells good. I want him… …but I like this game more.

Before I can think too hard about what I’m doing, I turn abruptly in his arms, wriggling free. I duck to avoid his grip again and start running, deeper into the trees.

“Fuck! Get back here!”

I’ve lost speed, my knees are weak. My palms are sweaty, my heart feels like it’s missing every other beat as I try to force myself to keep going.

If he catches me… when he catches me… he’s going to be so rough.

The thrill of being chased like this gives me energy and I run a little faster, the trees blurring past until I lose sense of where I am again.

He’s a predator, fast and strong as he tears through the forest behind me… tracking me… hunting me.

Suddenly, my foot gets snagged on a root in the ground and I fall, just barely getting my hands out in front of me fast enough to catch myself.

I roll over onto my back, ready to spring back onto my feet but it’s too late. He’s here, he’s on top of me, pinning my arms at my sides. His strong hands cup my face.

“Did you really think you could outrun me? Outsmart me? Oh, sweetheart… no. You’re mine. It’s inevitable. Don’t fight it… ”

I struggle a little under his grasp but it’s too tight… I can’t get free.

“You’re so cute when you struggle.”

I try to resist a little more, but when he places his hand around my throat, I’m still. I can feel my body melting into his touch, relaxing even as he presses his body into mine.

“And do predators always just watch their prey, or… Are you going to do something about what a bad girl I’ve been? ”

“That mouth of yours… You’re such a fucking brat. ”

“Mmm… you better teach me a lesson then…”

His hand tightens around my throat and I squirm a little under his touch, even though I don’t really want to get away.

I want this. I want him. I want whatever he has planned… everything he has planned.

“Such a desperate little thing you are.”

God, I love the way he kisses me. I love the way he tastes, the way he feels, the way he overpowers me… pinning me to the ground. The weight of him on top of me…

His hands move over my jacket, roughly grasping for the hem of my shirt below it. He paws at me, ripping open the buttons and exposing me.

I try to fight him, to pretend I don’t want this. But every move he makes, every second that passes I can feel myself getting wetter. I want him inside me…

“You know I like it when you fight me… when you struggle. When you pretend you don’t want this… when I know you’re aching for it. It’s so fucking hot. ”

I do know, I can feel his hard cock against me as he pins me to the ground.

“I know you like it. That’s why I made it easy for you. I let you catch me.”

The look on his face takes my breath away. His expression moves from soft to hard in the space of a moment and I know I’ve pressed the right button.

“In fact… I could get away right now. If I wanted to. You’re not strong enough to— ”

He presses himself harder into me, his full weight on top of me. Fuck… I can’t… I can’t move.

“Such a feisty little thing, aren’t you? So sure of yourself… but you won’t be for long. ”

“Fuck, yes. I want this. I want—”

“Those little moans are so sweet but… I’m going to make you scream… turn my scared little prey into my mindless pet.”

I squirm against him, my body going hot and desperate at the way he’s looking at me. Like he is going to devour me.

“Hm? You’ll need to speak up if you have something to say.”

This is nothing like I expected… and so much more than I wanted. My thighs try to clench together but the way he’s positioned on top of me makes it easy for him to keep them spread apart.

“Do you like the sound of that then?”

“Yes.”

“You want this? Just like this? Do you want my hands here, like this?”

He presses his hand between my legs up against my pussy and starts to press against the fabric of my underwear.

“Oh yes-”

He pulls them to the side and slides his fingers into my wetness, finding my clit and rubbing it hard…

Fucccckkk, yes.

“So wet for me already, aren’t you? And here I wasn’t sure if you even liked our game… But you like being a defenseless mess, don’t you?”

“I try to arch my back, pressing up into his hand, I want more, I need more. I— oh god. His fingers thrust inside me without warning and – ”

“That’s right, princess. Take my fingers. So fucking needy for me. ”

His fingers feel so fucking good, I feel so full, and my heart is still racing. I can’t believe we’re doing this here, now.

“That’s my good girl. That’s it. Relax, let me take what’s mine. I know you like this part, I know you want to give in. Just let me have it… ”

“More, don’t— don’t stop. Oh god… ”

I can feel him stroking his cock against my thigh as he plays with me. I want to be filled, to be his, right here, right now. Yes, yes, yes… everything in me is screaming yes.

“You want more? Show me how bad you want it then.”

Suddenly he stops and I feel empty, the pleasure and anticipation built up are just lingering there. It aches, I ache. I need him, need more…

He climbs off of me and I scramble to my feet. For a split second, I consider running again.

“Ah ah, don’t you fucking dare.”

His hand is around my throat before I can tell my feet to move, and he slowly walks me backward until I’m resting against a tree.

I can feel the rough bark pressing through the thin fabric of my coat and dress…

I’m trapped.

“You caught me. I give up. You win. ”

“I was always going to catch you, princess. Want to know why? Because I always win. Because you… are mine. Spread your fucking legs. ”

I can’t stop myself, my legs open without a thought and his hand finds me, wetter and more needy than I was before.

“Do you like running from me like this? You like it, don’t you? Being hunted, through the forest like this? My hands all over you… inside you… where anyone could see us. ”

“Yes. God, yes…”

His fingers slide in and out of me, then up to my clit, teasing… so slow… god, I want more. It’s driving me crazy, how drawn out this is.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you? So wet for me… so fucking wet already and it’s just my fingers. ”

The thrill is still rushing through me as his thick fingers fill me, pumping in and out… he presses his thumb against my clit and I move against him, my entire body begging for his touch.

“That’s it, let me hear you. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how I feel. ”

“Good… so fucking good.”

“Tell me what you like. I want to hear you. ”

“Your thumb on my clit. Mmm, yeah, like that. Fuck… when your fingers, yeah when you curl them, like that… fuck, oh yeah. ”

The thick heat of his cock in his jeans against my leg as he presses me into the tree only adds to my desperation. I’ve never seen him like this, so in control, so powerful, so… it’s so fucking hot.

“Good girl. That’s it… moan for me. ”

“Take this off. Let me see those gorgeous tits. ”

My tits spill out of my shirt without much help but he tugs anyway, and a few of the buttons rip off.

“Fuck...”

“These are mine. Fucking mine… you are mine.”

His warm breath against my skin and the cool night air. God, this is perfect. Everything we had pictured, everything we had planned.

“Touch me, please.”

I sound like a stranger, desperate and pathetically needy for him. This is so not me, not us… but I want it to be. I want to be these people, the ones who can’t get enough, the hunter… and the prey…

He’s strong and his touch is everywhere, rough and greedy.

I’m completely at his mercy.

His mouth closes around my nipple, teeth tugging and biting into my skin.

“Yes, yes… more”

I’m grinding against him harder now, humping his hand as his fingers thrust in and out of me…

The sound of the wind in the trees, the leaves rustling and animals in the distance, mixing with the sound of my wet pussy as he plays with me… It’s all too much and when his lips tease my nipple and he bites me again, I-

“I’m going to cum.”

“Oh, are you now? What do you say… have you learned your manners yet, little pet? ”

“God, yes. Please, please, please. Please… ”

“You know I can’t say no to that… Come on, be a good girl. Cum for me… cum for me. ”

“Holy shit that was- ”

“Just the beginning, get on the ground. On your fucking back. ”

He barks out the order but barely gives me time to respond before he lifts me, turning us both around and pinning me into the dirt.

I struggle against him a little but the fight in me is gone. He rolls us over and I’m on top of him now, both of us covered in dirt and leaves.

“Ride my cock, right here. Come on, baby… I know you want it. ”

I struggle with the zipper on his jeans, my hands shaking and my thighs pressing hard against him. I pull out his hard cock and lift myself, positioning it and slowly… sliding down on him.

“Fuck me. Please…”

My begging happens in tandem with my body opening for him, his cock sliding into me hard and fast because I’m so fucking wet, so ready for him.

My hips rock, a mind of their own as I grind on him, pressing my clit into the base of his dick while I ride him.

“You feel so fucking good. Don’t stop, grind on me, baby girl. That’s it… ”

My fingers dig into the soil as my clit grinds into him while he’s filling me. The sensations are overwhelming and I’m barely in control of the things I’m saying, the way I’m begging for—

“More, more. Oh god, yes. Fuck, I need that thick cock, yes, fuck just like that ”

The forest sounds and the night air invades my senses as the feel of his cock in my pussy and the dirt beneath my knees and nails...

“That’s it, take what you want. Take it. Fuck, yes. So needy for me, aren’t you, you can’t stop yourself. ”

“Look at you, do you hear yourself? Those moans, the way you… fuck, yes, so fucking good. ”

Don’t stop. Fuck me just like that.

“Yes, you feel so good. So full, I’m so full. Yeah, play with my tits. Yes, yes. ”

One hand plays with my tits, cupping them in his hands and squeezing tight while the other reaches between my legs. He swipes a thumb over my clit even as he thrusts his hips up, fucking me from the bottom and I can feel my body tense…

I know I’m close, I need to cum again, but… I want his cum, first. I want to be full of it, filled with it, having it leaking out of me right here and now.

“I’m close, cum for me. Cum inside me, baby, please, please– ”

“You need my cum? You want me to fill this sweet pussy up with my hot cum? Tell me again, baby. ”

“Yes, fuck, please… fill me up. Cum with me, please please please. ”

“That’s it, baby, that’s it. I know you’re close, you like it when I rub your clit like this? Yeah? I’m close too… ”

“Fuck, oh yes, fuck, I’m… don’t stop. Don’t stop, please. I’m– ”

“Fuck, I feel you, I’m going to cum – ”

“Wow. That… oh my god! I can’t believe we did this. We actually did… I mean, what… ”

“Yeah, wow… I, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah... I’m... just… holy shit. That was fun. ”

“Yeah... I’m good, really good. Why? ”

“Well, your nails are digging into my chest…”

“Oh.. oh gosh, sorry. Here, I’ll just grab my… shirt and– I mean, what’s left of it ”

I get to my feet, carefully tucking the strap of my shirt into the neckline and hoping it'll stay in place when I re-button my coat.

As I smooth my clothes and watch him tuck and zip until he’s back in order. I can’t help thinking about how good it feels to be wanted, to be craved… to be chased. Literally.

“You know, I’ve got to say, being captured looks good on you, baby. ”

“Yeah… it really does, hm? And you uh… yeah, you… I didn’t know you had that in you. ”

“Me neither. Here, let me help you with your coat ”

He reaches down and tucks and tugs until all the buttons are in place, safely concealing me from the view of anyone who may see us. He reaches his hand out for mine.

We make our way out of the woods, my body sore and mind blissfully blank from the intensity of our game. We pass a few people, smiling and nodding at them. They were so close… they easily could have seen us. But that’s another fun part of the game.

“You know, I think we could do this again. ”

“What? Holding hands in the park? Yeah, we definitely should. ”