Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
This place used to be heaven until the Costas made it fucking hell.
Twigs crush in the distance. My little Petal must be getting desperate, which means she’ll make mistakes. I can almost taste her fear, see the trembling of her lips, smell the sweat coating her skin.
My dick hardens against my pants and I don’t bother to readjust it anymore. She’ll get it unhinged and out of control.
My steps turn silent as I follow the trail of the twigs crushing. I stop a short distance away from where her skin is visible.
I smirk as she lifts her leg to rub it against her other calf.
My little Petal appears comfortable in her hideout. I sneak up to her, still twirling the collar’s remote in my hand.
The closer I get, the more I’m assaulted by her scent, strawberry, lilac and...fear. Her bare shoulder is shaking and her elbow is jutting out. It’s only when I’m closer that I realize it’s because she’s still wrapping a hand around her mouth to muffle any sound she makes.
I hit the button on the remote and she startles, nearly toppling over with the force of it.
A smile tugs on my lips when I’m right behind the tree as she struggles with the shock of the collar.
“Got you, Pet,” I whisper in a low, dark tone.
She yelps, but she doesn’t stop to look back at me.
Smart pet.
Her legs take control and she runs ahead. Her feet scraping against the ground and her black hair flying behind her like a cocoon.
Her ass and toned legs appear pasty white in the darkness of the dusk.
She chances a look behind her and when she finds me on her trail, the deep gray of her eyes widens.
Her head must be filled with different thoughts and her chest is crowded with the crippling fear assaulting her out of nowhere.
At this point, she must know she won’t lose me no matter what direction she chooses. I keep my pace steady in a jog as she struggles with decision making.
She surprises me when she stops abruptly. I expect her to give up, but she wraps her tiny hands around an olive tree and starts climbing, her naked limbs molding to the trunk.
A chuckle rips from me as I stand at the foot of the tree. In no time, she’s halfway up, using the branches to aid her in her quest.
She’s smart. I give her that. In the wild, when smaller animals can’t escape their predators, they climb on top of the tree and wait until the bigger animals get bored and leave. That’s the tactic she went for. What she doesn’t know is that I’m not a normal predator.
“You think I can’t follow, Pet?”
She glares down at me, hugging the branch with both her hands and legs like it’s a lifeline. It is.
“You’ll eventually get tired.” I tilt my head, enjoying the view of her cunt from the position.
“Fuck you,” she snarls at me, making a grab for another branch.
“I was going to play nice, but nice isn’t your thing, is it?” I hit the button on the remote and she loses her balance.
Petal shrieks, eyes closing, as her limbs fail her and she falls down.
Down.
Down...
And into my arms.
Her naked body snuggles against mine. Goosebumps and perspiration cover her skin, but her nipples are hardened in tight buds, probably because of the cold.
There’s a thrill in catching prey, in having them at your disposal to devour and do whatever the fuck you please with them.
There’s a small relief as she slowly opens her eyes and realizes she didn’t crash to the ground, but the relief is short-lived.
Her situation quickly catches up to her and she tries to fight me, to get away, but doesn’t she know that prey never escape once they’re caught?
I shock her again, and she goes completely still, her lips falling in an “O”.
“S-stop doing that.” She tries to scold, but her voice is weak, trembling with arousal, with how much she secretly loves it.
“You’ve been caught, do you know what happens next?”
She shakes her head frantically. “D-Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking about doing.”
“You mean what we agreed upon?”
She juts her chin. “I didn’t agree on anything.”
“Oh, but you did. You made a run for it.” My voice drops. “And you lost.”
“Jasper,” she warns, her voice plagued with tremors.
I tighten my arm around her thighs. “What?”
“Let’s talk about this, okay?”
“I’m not interested in talking. You know why?”
“W-why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you in the ass, Pet.”
All the way back to the house, my little Petal has done everything to get away. She scratched me, bit me, kicked her feet.
That only managed to get her shocked, draw out her fight and get my dick harder — if that’s even possible.
By the time we arrive back in the room she woke up in, her energy has waned, and she’s panting as if coming down after a marathon.