br**** Posted September 7 I ran. The woods swallowed my laughter, my heartbeat pounding louder than the crack of twigs under my feet. I could feel him behind me—close, too close—but I didn’t make it easy. I looked back, smirking, daring him to catch me. Every step was a taunt, every glance over my shoulder a promise that he’d have to earn me. When his hands finally caught my waist, I fought like prey that secretly wanted the jaws around its throat. My body twisted, kicking, testing, but his strength wrapped around me like iron. I bit down on my lip as he dragged me against him, breath hot against my neck when he growled mine. He threw me onto the bed, the frame groaning under the ***. Before I could scramble away, he was on me, wrists pinned, his weight pressing me down. I arched up, grinding against him, smirking through the fire in my lungs. “Is that all?” I whispered, bratty, testing him. The slap came sharp against my thigh, the *** firm at my throat. My smirk faltered, replaced with a trembling moan that betrayed how much I craved it. My legs wrapped tight around his waist, holding him in place, my hips rolling, begging without words. He tied my arms, then my legs, the restraints pulling me open, ***. Still, I didn’t go silent—I clawed at the sheets, I taunted him between moans, I writhed and pulled, every bit of resistance feeding into his control. When he pushed into me, I didn’t lie still—I met every thrust, grinding, chasing, trying to take more than he gave. My voice gave me away. The bratty taunts broke into whimpers, pleads, gasps. “Harder—please—I need it.” Each word dripped with need, my fire burning into surrender. When he finally pushed me over the edge, I shattered. My body shook, my nails carving lines into the sheets, my orgasm ripping out of me raw and messy. I squirted hard, soaking the bed, my green eyes locking with his as tears spilled from the *** of it. Hypnotized, undone, completely his. But I didn’t collapse into silence. When he pulled out, I crawled down, lips kissing his stomach, taking him into my mouth with eagerness. I gagged, moaned, drooled, eyes never leaving his. My throat opened for him, my nails digging into his thighs, showing him I was his prey, his slut, his worshiper all at once. And when it was over, I curled against him, head on his chest, nails tracing lazy marks on his skin. My fire was still there, smoldering, but he’d claimed it, owned it, and I loved every second of being burned alive by him.
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