Page 129 of Dance With A Devil

I give her a few more minutes. Let her tire herself out. Let her body ache with the need to be caught.

And when she slows, just enough, I pounce.

I wrap my hand around her mouth and drag her into the trees, feeling her body melt against me as she giggles into my palm.

“You think I wouldn’t find you?” I rasp against her ear. “You practically begged me to.”

Her eyes gleam with mischief as I drop my backpack to the ground and sink to my knees, dragging her with me. She squeals, delighted.

Fucking perfect.

I rummage through my bag, grab the tape, and smooth it over her lips before she can say something bratty.

“Mmmph,” she moans, smiling behind the strip.

“Don’t even think about taking that mask off, sweetheart.” I wag my finger, and when she dares to reach up, I bind her wrists tight with another strip.

Her breath comes faster. She's not scared, she's buzzing.

I stand in front of her. Watch her tilt her head back, gaze dark and full of sinful curiosity.

“Pretty little thing. Look at you... all bound up like a present for your Devils.” I crouch again, dragging out the blindfold. She shakes her head, whimpering against the tape.

“Too late, Little Fox. You don’t get to see what we’ll do to you tonight. You just get to feel.”

I tie the fabric around her eyes, swallowing her last shred of control. She’s trembling now, excited, wet, ready.

God, she’s beautiful like this.

But not quite finished.

I grip her shirt and rip it in two with a snarl. The sound makes her jolt, and moan. Her bra’s next. One swipe of my blade, and it’s in pieces. I flick my tongue over the steel and trail it down her belly, dipping into her navel. She shudders, thighs clenching.

“Oh, you like that?” I whisper. “You want your Devils to ruin you, don’t you?”

She nods frantically, whimpering through the tape. I lick her nipple, suck it into my mouth until she arches into me, her wrists pulling tight behind her. I give the other breast the same treatment, biting, sucking, licking until her body is squirming like she’s about to break apart.

“You taste like fucking sin, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Bet that pussy’s soaked for me, huh? You been aching to get caught. Dripping for your Devils. You wanted this.”

Another moan.

“You like being hunted?” I tease. “Like being dragged into the woods and tied up like a sacrifice? You’re fucking mine now, baby. All mine.”

I lick up her neck, bite the bruised spot from earlier, and whisper darkly, “I’m gonna mark you again. So when the others find you, they know I had you first.”

She groans, twisting in my grip.

“I haven’t even started yet.”

I trail kisses down her belly, slow and taunting, until I reach the waistband of her shorts. I nip there. Tug them down. Smell her arousal, sweet, thick, feral.

“Mmm, fuck. She’s soaked, boys.” I call into the dark, knowing they’re getting closer. “Our girl’s ready to be ruined.”

And tonight?

We’ll make damn sure she never forgets it.

Fumbling with the drawstring of her sweats, I drag them down her hips with deliberate slowness, revealing that sweet little pussy, bare and already dripping. Just how I like her. Just how she always is. Fuck, she’s such a good girl for me.