The Game: Chase

The autumn air licks at my bare skin as I stand in the open doorway of our home, and with every step you take toward me, my pulse picks up.

I don’t have to look to know you’ve entered the room. I can feel you at my back, your presence like a beacon…. But instead of the usual sense of peace, safety and comfort I usually get when I’m with you, I feel a heady mix of anticipation, hesitation and arousal.

“Ok, my love… Run.”

One-minute head start. That’s what we agreed on.

And I’m not wasting a second of it as I tear from the house in nothing but my silky red nightdress.

“Tick tock, princess. You better run fast”

Your words thrill me to my core, and something inside me as I run. Tonight, I’m not your wife, I’m your prey.

Dead autumn leaves crunch under my bare feet as I leave our manicured garden and press in on the wild woodland behind our house.

The treeline isn’t too far, but if I want to make the chase last, I’ve really got to move. So I start running, fast as my chilled legs can, and into the woods behind our house.

We take walks through these woods every weekend, it’s our little Sunday tradition. Because of it, I know this land like the back of my hand, which is good since I can’t see much beyond my next step..

My feet carry me into the darkness as the forest seems to absorb more of the dim light of the moon with every step. I move quickly but carefully, avoiding the thick brambles I know curve around this section of the forest floor.

I stick to the path at first, the soil soft and spongy under my bare feet. My toes curl under the dirt, and I stop, just for a moment, to take a long, deep breath through my nose.

The night air is crisp, the autumn chill well and truly here to stay. I can smell the heavy promise of rain in the air and feel the prickle of it on my exposed skin. I want to savor it, but I don’t have time…

I need to move. You said only a minute, and I know you can run faster.

I veer off the path now, into the trees where the thick roots beneath the soil feel solid and scratchy under the soles of my feet.

I keep going, trying to evade you, but I don’t go too far. I want you to find me, after all.

That’s when I hear you. You’re running, feet pounding the ground rhythmically as you chase me.

Excitement surges through my body, lighting me up with a warmth that reaches to my extremities. They go tingly and scream at me to move, to run, to embrace the chase.

If I keep running now, you’ll hear me, and it’ll be over so fast. If I want this to last, I need to be smart about this, so I slip behind a thick, old oak and try to steady my breathing.

I want you to catch me, but I want to make you work for it.

I stop for a moment and strain my hearing. Trying to place you as you pursue me.

Fuck.

“Come out come out… A predator always catches his prey, you know.”

I slip behind a thick oak tree, back to the bark and out of your sight, trying to find the right angle where I can get my first glimpse of you and…

…fuck, you look good in that mask. I know you were worried about scaring me, but all I feel is a hot flush of arousal as I watch you from my hiding place.

Your powerful body moves beneath your t-shirt, highlighting all the ways you can overpower me. You’re bigger, stronger… faster… and right now, you look terrifyingly capable of ruining me in the best way. My thighs rub together on instinct, and I suck in a breath, trying to be as quiet as possible.

You stand still, imposing, a behemoth in the dark as your eyes slowly scan the treeline around you.

“I promise, princess… you’ll get what you deserve tonight. Don’t make it harder for yourself…”

When your gaze shifts toward me, I duck further back to keep myself concealed. I don’t think you’ve seen me, but still I fight the almost painful urge to run.

Anticipation bubbles beneath my skin with your proximity, and every sense is heightened.

My hearing is sharper, my sense of smell richer. My mouth goes dry, and the familiar, exciting pulse between my thighs sends the muscles clenching.

I realize with a hot flush just how much I like the feeling of being prey. Of being… chased by you.

“Don’t you want to know what I’ve got for you? To be a good girl and take what’s coming?”

I’m holding my breath now, resisting the pull to you, and my eyes are closed… which is probably how the gust of wind catches me off guard, and I startle as it whips through the branches and rustles the leaves.

“Is that you, princess?”

Your gaze snaps back to the trees I’m hiding behind and I hold still, frozen in my wild anticipation.

When you turn away, I make a run through a clearing and freeze behind another tree. It has a smaller trunk, so I know I need to hold still to keep myself hidden.

The strong perfume I wore just for tonight wafts through the trees, carried by the wind, a defiant spy for your efforts as you chase me.

Your sense of smell has always been strong, and when you stop mid-step, taking a deep inhale… a primal thrill shivers through me.

You’re no stranger to the chase, and you’ve always loved the thrill of the hunt. I can see it in the shimmer in your eyes, the only familiar feature the mask you wear can’t obscure.

That keen sense of smell and your ferocious competitive streak were made for this. Somehow, it’s hotter knowing you’re using every skill available to you to make sure this game feels as intense as I asked you for. For you, it’s a more interesting way to get what you want… tonight, that’s me.

You’ll have been tracking my footprints since you left the house…but you want to leave at least some suspense.

You start striding into the treeline a few yards away. Getting closer…

“You smell divine, princess… I’ll have fun sinking my teeth into you…”

I breathe as silently as possible, every crunch of leaves under your boots getting louder as you near.

If I don’t move soon, you’ll catch me right here. But if I move now… the chase will be done, and you’ve barely had to work for it at all.

I brace a hand on the trunk, crouching down and grabbing a stone next to a nearby root… And toss it as far as I can.

It flies through the air, a solid 20 feet away from me and snapping a couple branches for good measure. It grabs your attention…but only for a moment.

“That would have worked you know… but that shade of red, princess… it’s so unique.”

Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Told you you should have gone for the black one…”

I peek past the trunk, and there you are, twenty feet away, your masked face turned toward my hiding spot, waiting until…

“Gotcha.”

My eyes widen as you curl your fists. Adrenaline spikes through my core, and I bolt.

Dim moonlight is dappled through branches that scratch my skin as I run past them, fast as I can. I push myself past my limits trying to outrun you.

I don’t need to look back to know you’re gaining on me.

Your masked face and the bulk of you in hot pursuit should scare me…but it doesn’t.

I know you’ll catch me. I know you’ll use me, that you’ll make me pay for running from you… and I know I’ll love it. My body throbs with needy anticipation at the thought, and it steals just a fraction too much of my momentum.

I put up a fight, but it doesn’t take much for you to pin me underneath you as you tackle me to the ground…

Your arms wind around me, vicelike in their strength as you hold me against you. I kick and thrash, but I’m no match for you, especially not like this.

“You really thought you could outrun me, huh?”

I claw at you, my adrenaline and arousal driving me feral as my nails find purchase on the fabric and I pull.

The shoulders of your shirt rip.

I struggle and thrash, using every ounce of strength to shift under you, to throw you off…

But you’re much stronger. The fight I put up is nothing to you. You grab my wrists, and part my legs with your thigh, pinning me under your weight.

Fuck, you look good in that mask. The material fits around your face, giving a hint of your cheekbones and the shape of your nose, while leaving plenty to the imagination.

But it’s your eyes. Even in the dark, your eyes burn deep into mine, dark and almost mocking.

Even under the mask, your triumphant smile is obvious, just inches from my lips.

“Caught you, princess.”

I use every bit of core strength to push myself up, only for you to, effortlessly, pin me back down.

Desperate arousal spikes up my core, building and swirling through me as my hips flexing up against yours.

“Ah ah – I don’t think so.”

You grip my thigh, holding me in place with your fingers digging into my flesh as you push my leg down and part my thighs with your own.

You pin my wrists above my head with one hand, pressing them down into the earth.

Your masked face is just a breath above mine, your eyes blazing and burning into me, as if you can see into my soul.

And I feel… fear?

But in a good way, an exciting way.

I know you’ll never hurt me. But the tension between us is thick, like holding your breath before a jump… It’s exhilarating.

“You really thought you could run from me? So cute of you, thinking you could escape… brat.”

You grind your hips against mine… The heat of your fully hard dick grinds over my clit through the material of our clothes.

“Mmmm… I’m going to have fun with you…”

Keeping my wrists pinned, your fingers trail down my neck and over my racing pulse until you can dip beneath the material of my nightdress and between my breasts.

You hook your thumb in the fabric and in one smooth motion, rip my nightgown down the front so my tits spill out.

I took your instructions seriously when you told me what I should wear for this game, and without the flimsy silk , I am naked beneath you now.

My nipples pucker from the chilly night air and pull back slightly. Those eyes prowling over my naked skin, admiring, like I’m a work of art.

“Beautiful…”

Not missing a moment, you grip them hard in your strong hands, taking a moment to lift the mask above your lips and…

…biting down on my nipples. Not too hard, but hard enough for the sting to morph into overwhelming pleasure.

“You’re all mine now! You could have run faster… Fought harder… I think you wanted to be my prey…”

I undulate against your mouth, sucking hard and dragging your teeth along my nipples. Ffffuuuucck, this feels so good… I slip my hands over your ribs, up your shoulder blades, and dig my nails hard into your back.

“Mmm yeah…”

Your growls vibrate against my skin, sending a delicious shiver through me. You’re loving every second of this, feeling me squirm and whimper at your mercy.

Of course I wanted to be your prey… Want you to take me in your clutches and be at your mercy.

The thrill thrums through my body from the run…and the reality that you…my hunter…have caught me.

You’re the only person I could ever do this with. Properly let go…let our desires run wild.

The only one I want to be this way with.

I grab two fistfuls of your shirt…and watch it tear up your broad, muscled back.

If you get to rip mine…I get to rip yours.

“You want to play, huh?”

“Yes.”

Your weight bears down on me a little harder, making sure I have nowhere to go. But why would I try now?

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

From that wolfish glint in your eye, that playful smile, I know the best is yet to come. You palm my breast, dipping your head into my neck, the hot puff of your breath caressing me through the mask as you nip at me playfully.

I can feel the soft curve of your mouth through the mask as your fingertips lightly dance over my stomach, and my body melts. I’m powerless, and I love it.

My submission heats me from the inside out as I let go of my final shreds of control and relinquish it entirely to you.

Your fingers trail lower, parting my legs wider so you can dip between them to find me so, so wet for you.

“Yes…”

“So ready for me, princess. But I want more.”

You are not gentle as you press into me, filling me with two thick fingers at once and curling them against the sensitive place inside me.

“Mm, you like being full? Chased in the woods and stretched like the little slut you are?”

“Ohhh, my god…”

You pump your fingers faster, mercilessly. Nothing about this is gentle, and I want more…

“I own you, princess. Your moans, your submission… every drop of sweet pleasure from this needy cunt. You’re mine, every… single… inch Say it.” Continue breathing, slightly moaning -

“I’m… oh … I’m yours… I’m your – Oh YES!”

My moans echo through the woods, filling the expanse of dark, open air. Silvery moonlight seeps through the canopy, marking leafy patterns against your body.

Suddenly, you slip your fingers out of me, and my body aches at how empty I feel without your invasion as I watch you undress quickly.

“Now come here…”

You reach out a hand and grip my wrist, tugging me toward you with a rough power that takes me by surprise as you press me back into the dirt once more. You part my thighs with yours, and I wrap my arms around your neck, but you pin my wrists above my head again.

With your other hand, you free your thick, hard cock and give it a quick stroke.

I can feel every stroke of your hand between my thighs, and it’s blissful torture. I rock my hips, trying to reach you.. To pull you into me..

“No… I’m in charge here, pet.”

You rock your hips into me, teasing the head of your cock at my entrance more deliberately. I feel the slick head of you pressing into every swollen curve of me and it’s driving me out of my mind with need.

Pet. The check-in word.

You want to make sure I’m okay with this…with you taking me completely, using me like I fantasize about.

“Yes…I’m yours.”

The wolfish delight in your eyes as I give you the greenlight we agreed on is evident even here, and you take what you want in one smooth thrust.

You fill me fully, every thrust intense and intentional as you hold my gaze. You’re not gentle. You’re wild, feral; your fingers dig into my thigh as you pull me into you, rocking my hips with your punishing pace.

“Yeah, take it… Take it… Fuck!”

You reach between us, and let your fingers graze my clit.

“Yes… Oh yes, right there…”

“You thought you could run from me? I’ll always find you, princess.. You’ll never be free from me…”

“I don’t want to be…”

“You’re mine… Mine…”

You sit up on your knees, gripping my hips with both hands so you can pull me hard onto your cock. You’re taking as much of me as you can, as fast and hard as you want it..

The impact pounds against my clit, and my breasts bounce against your merciless rhythm.

“Yeah… Take… Take what you need… own me, sir, own me, I’m yours.”

“Arrrghhh…”

Your eyes never leave mine as you fuck me with your full power, every thrust full of ownership, claim, possession… You’re dark and wild and I can’t get enough.

I let the moment flood through my senses. The overwhelming pleasure…feeling every inch of you stretching me…taking from me…

Pushing me deeper into the earth with every thrust. The earthy scent of nature, bark digging at my back from the roots…

We’re a melting pot of baser instinct. Letting our shameless indulgence in each other ring out into the night.

“I – I – Ohh!”

“Arrgh fuck, yeah, squeeze around me like that, grip my dick, yes, come for me–”

You tug off your mask, revealing your dishevelled hair.

“That was…. woah…. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I… I don’t think I can walk.”

“Is that a good thing or…?”

“Definitely… Just give me, like… a few minutes. I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before…like…ever.”

“Then my work here is done.”

You waggle your brows at me, and I draw you in for a kiss.

You settle your weight on top of me, showering me in soft, sweet kisses, the total opposite of the rough, primal Dom you were a few minutes ago. You’re going soft inside me, and I wrap my legs a little tighter to hold you inside, just a moment longer.

My body instinctively melts into yours, knowing you’ll keep me safe.

You wrap your arm around my waist and pull me into you. Your kisses linger on my lips, your caresses soothing the buzz of intensity as I settle back into my body, and into the safety of your arms.

Tightening your hold on me, you pull me closer and scoop me up in your arms. You always did like to sweep me off my feet, in more ways than one.

“Come here. I’ve got you. Ready?”

“Mhm. If I knew you’d carry me home after, I would have run into the woods way sooner.”

“And I’ll always catch you.”

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