I slid to one side and grabbed her bound hands. I rolled her to her back, knowing her shoulders would be aching by that point. I licked her skin from her chest down to her navel. I kissed and nipped. She raised her hips and I sat back on my heels.
“Are you in charge here?” I asked, and she stared at me. I flicked her nipple hard and then repeated my question. She shook her head.
I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her to her feet; she stood, not sure what I was about to do.
“Run,” I said. She frowned. “You have thirty seconds, then I’ll come and find you.”
She was naked and wet, she had mud on her back and across her cheek. Her hair was tangled. She smiled then turned and ran to the woods.
I’d played this game once before; it was exciting for both participants. I pulled on my jeans while I counted to thirty. I then walked in the direction I’d seen her run. She’d have the advantage, of course, I didn’t know the area and she did. However, she was barefoot with her hands bound, that would slow her down. I was also an experienced hunter.
I listened for any noise as I entered the tree line. A crack of a twig or the flight of a bird after being disturbed would give me a direction. It wasn’t long before she made that error. A flock of birds flew from a tree to my right, I headed that way. I walked as quietly as I could. If she was running, she’d make a noise, that’s all I had to listen for. I widened my strides, knowing I could probably walk as fast as she was running. And then I stilled.
“Darryl, I’m coming for you,” I said, loud enough for her to hear.
It did the trick, I spun to the left as I heard a rustle. She wasn’t that far from me. She’d chosen to hide instead of run.
“If I catch you, Darryl, I’m going to fuck your ass, hard,” I said. I heard another rustle. “It will hurt, Darryl.” I had no intention of fucking her ass dry, but she wasn’t to know that. I was banking on the fact that she actually didn’t know me at all.
I spotted movement; creamy flesh darted from one tree to another. I also heard a muffled cry. If she’d stepped on something sharp that would slow her down.
“I’m coming for you,” I said and I ran.
She chose that moment to break cover, I let her run ahead of me for a while, there was no point in catching her too quickly, and I didn’t want her to stumble and fall. When I saw the ground was even and suitable, I pounced. I grabbed her, causing us both to fall and I used my body to cushion the blow.
We rolled and she used her legs to kick out, catching me on my shin. I held on to her restraint and lay on top of her, she was facedown.
“Remember, say enough if you want me to stop,” I whispered, reminding her.
She bucked her body, trying to throw me off. She grunted and moaned, especially when that buck had allowed me to reach for her breast. I squeezed her nipple wanting to bruise. There was no point with this level of role-play if one didn’t have a reminder of it the following morning. I chuckled to myself.
She cursed me, and I clamped my hand over her mouth. “I told you not to speak, didn’t I?” She shook her head, and I felt her teeth nip at my skin.
I stared at her, needing to be sure. She gave me a wink.
I climbed off and dragged her through the clearing to sit beside a tree. I stood over her and unzipped my jeans. “I told you what would happen, didn’t I?” I said, gruffly.
I stroked until my cock was rigid and I forced my fingers into her mouth, opening it.
“If you bite, I choke you,” I said. She smirked and for one moment there, I was worried.
I shoved my cock in her mouth. I held her head and I fucked her. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she gagged. When she had settled her reflex, she sucked. Man, did she suck. My body started to shudder, and she looked up at me. She was trying to take control and had it not been role-play, she could have sucked on me until I came.
I grabbed her hair and pulled my cock from her mouth. “Fuck me, you’re good,” I whispered.
I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to the side. I straightened her body, scraping her skin on the ground. She cried out and her nipples were hard. I lay over her, covering her with my body and sucked each nipple. She writhed, as she tried to raise her knee to catch me in the balls, I used my feet to clamp her legs shut. I lowered, using my weight to pin her to the ground, she was going nowhere.
“I can’t breathe,” she whispered.
“Then stop fighting me,” I replied. She stilled and I lifted my chest. She gulped in air and I knew it would have been difficult with me on top of her to get a full lungful of air, but what use was that? That wasn’t how the game went. It shouldn’t be easy.
When I thought she was ready, I moved my legs and placed them inside hers. I nudged them to the side then sat up. She raised her hips and I pushed inside her. I fucked her hard, fast, her body scraped along the ground and she moaned and cried. She writhed, raising her body higher, and I held her hips. I needed deeper; I needed faster and harder. I pulled out and told her to roll over. I grabbed her hips and with her top half still on the ground, I pulled her to her knees. I didn’t wait until she was steady, I rammed into her as far as I could get. She cried out my name and I stilled for a moment. It threw me.
She looked over her shoulder. “Fuck me, or I’m off,” she said, and I laughed knowing she could go nowhere.
I slapped her ass hard.
“Bastard,” she said, so I slapped her again and she moaned.
