She’s not leaving.
There was a moment, maybe even more than one, when I thought she would take up my offer of liberty, and I’d be back to stalking and loving her from a distance.
But as I see her running back into the trees, my heart soars.
I sprint after her, allowing her lead me. I don’t feel the jolts to my knees or the burn in my throat. I could chase her all day so long as at the end, she was mine. So I let her dash away, not attempting to snatch her into my arms yet.
I draw close. I make my footfalls heavy, so she hears me behind her, grinning to myself at the little squeaks of trepidation that escape her, because I know that’s our game. After all, she’s heading back towards our house.
Jenna veers off the path and it takes me a second to understand. Then I see the small clearing that is part of an old quarry, with big chalk boulders and expanses of golden beech leaves on the ground that kick up with her feet.
It’s an irresistible invitation. A burst of speed and she shrieks as I snatch her up, twisting her to face me.
With one arm I clamp Jenna punishingly around the waist as I fall to my knees. I force her down with me and unbutton my jeans. My erection freed, my cock springs up. When she tries to strike me, I grab her hands in mine. As she lands on her back on the soil, springy with years of fallen leaves, I trap her hands on either side of her face.
I’m being savage, I recognise that, but I can’t stop.
“Got anything to say?” I ask roughly.
I drag in harsh breaths as I wait for her to reply “Red”. I’d stop, I would. I know that in my head, but the beast inside me roars that I’m even giving her the opportunity.
“No,” she whimpers, her chest heaving with the exertion from our run. And that’s enough for me.
I kick her ankles apart and force myself between her legs. But I don’t need to. She’s already spreading for me, as eager as I am to be joined.
“Zayka,” I breathe. “Ya tyebya lyublyu.” I love you.
It’s easier to say when she can’t understand. Then there’s a torrent of words in Russian. Words I’ve never uttered to anyone, of love and endearment. Romantic phrases tumble from me as I force her, slowly, surely, into place with my hips. She writhes, trying to get me to where she’s needy and bring us together faster. But I’m resolute. I’m in control here.
Of her, even if not of myself.
I relish the feel of her wet folds on my cock, absolutely soaked for me.
“I’ll only spill your virgin blood once. There’s no hurry.”
But there is, of course there is. Both of our heart rates are elevated by the chase and the importance of this moment. I notch us together, and she feels too small. Too tight, as I push into that little secret place.
“You’re too big,” she pants as she stretches her neck, head in the cushion of leaves.
“You’re just right for me to stretch out,” I whisper. She already feels like stolen heaven. I can’t even kiss her because I want to see her face as I steal her innocence. “Bleed for me.”
“Anything,” she promises, and shifts her legs to trail her toes up and down the back of my thigh, causing sparks of awareness.
“Brave girl.” I pull out and thrust into her further, and she moans. The word is lost in the sensuality of her movement and cry. I think it’s no. But it’s the best sort of no.
“Take it all.” I grasp her hip and sink deeper. She sobs and cries out.
Stilling, I stroke my thumb over her knuckles, oh so gently even as I’m splitting her open at that pretty pink hole and holding her wrists. The contrast of sweetness and the savage need to possess her isn’t lost on me.
“It’s big, but you’re nearly there.” She’s so wet, it’s just overcoming her virgin tightness.
“Mmph.” She makes an inarticulate sound.
“Use words or I’ll gag you next time,” I say severely.
“I can’t!” She pants and her chest heaves.
“You can. You will. And you’ll love it.”
I feel the tear. I watch her eyes fill with pain as I breach her so slowly and deliberately, she can’t not know that I’m enjoying this. I’m savouring that primal claim. It’s brutish, but she’s as messed up as me, biting her lip and arching up.
“That’s it, good girl.” I draw back and then push further, once and then again. There’s still resistance that I have to force through in slow pumps that steal my breath and my heart. “Your tight little pussy is taking me so well.”
And she is. Despite being chokingly difficult to enter, with each stroke, she’s easing up. Opening for me.
Until, after an eternity of patience, finally, I’m balls deep, every part of my length smeared with her cream. I pause there, with us completely joined.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I whisper, and cover her mouth, kissing her. She opens and accepts me there too.
I pull back for another thrust and her hips shift, chasing me.
“See, so greedy already,” I tease. Each time I give her more, joining us more fully. I lower my face to hers and kiss her hard, fusing us together there too.
This is conquering a woman. Capturing her like the clever prey she is, and proving that I’m bigger, faster, stronger.
She wanted this, fantasised about it. But I think I needed it. I needed the thrill to break me out of the drudge and rut I’ve been in for years, and the challenge of winning her in the most primal way.
“You’re mine now.” I intersperse shallow and quick with deep and hard, allowing the sensitive, larger helmet of my cock to dip in and out of where she’s tightest at her entrance. Then I ram in to the hilt, and envisage that I’m at the entrance to her womb. I’m going to come there, so far into her it’s impossible to be sure where she ends, and I begin. My kiss shifts to her cheek, then her jaw, and neck. I want to consume her.
“Yes, yes.” She’s moving with me now, having picked up my rhythm as I give in to the need to lose myself fully in her. “Make me yours, forever, Dimitri.”
Pleasure pools at the base of my spine like molten metal. I can never tie us close enough together. Marriage, babies, sex. I want to be in her body and mind as much as she’s in mine.
But I think I might be, because as I tear my mouth from her skin to look into her face, her expression is a picture of ecstasy. There’s an endless cry issuing from those pink lips.
“I stalked you.”
Releasing one of her hands, I grab her thigh, pushing it outwards and up, opening her further.
“I chased you.” I thrust. Hard.
She takes me in impossibly further. She’s swallowing me as she uses her partial liberty to raise her hand to the back of my head and dig her nails through my short hair and scalp.
“I caught you.”
My little obsession is panting and whimpering. I squeeze her fingers tighter and move my free hand to her breast, roughly squeezing her nipple as I pound her into the damp soil. I rut her, letting go of all the leashes I held as I first joined us. And she urges me on more, her heels digging into my buttocks.
“Claimed you.”
But honestly, is it more that she lured me? Am I even going to survive this?
“Fucked.”
I’ve gone feral. I’m not able to keep up one phrase per thrust. I’m doing exactly as I said, fucking her. Unrestrained, and as I shout the next word, I’m ravaging her.
“Bred.”
There’s only the most basic form of me left. The part that loves and wants and takes. The creature that is ripping itself apart and losing all control.
“You’re mine.” My voice is animalistic. “Understand? You. Belong. To me. Say your owner’s name.”
“Dimitri,” she chokes out.
“Louder.” I withdraw with effort, then plunge back in.
“Dimitri!”
She clenches around my cock as she screams my name as she comes. Her pussy clamps onto me as her nails grip my knuckles and her heels dig into my buttocks.
I try for one last pump, for me and for her, but her pleasure catches me and drags me into a shattering orgasm that wracks through my body.
“Jenna,” I choke out as I break, giving her everything. I empty into her in spurt after spurt, filling her up.
