Page 18 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

I step cautiously out of the house with my phone in hand, my breath visible in the cooling evening air. Muffled music, laughter, and something else fill the forest around the house. A faint rustle. An unknown presence.

I pause when I see movement to the right. A flicker of white between the dark tree trunks. It takes my eyes a second to adjust to the darkness as I walk forward. Then, my heart hammers away in my chest. I recognize what I’m looking at now—the Ghostface mask.

He is just standing there, half-hidden in the trees, head tilted at an unnatural angle. I swallow, and call out, “Sean?” No answer. Just silence, thick and charged. Then I smile, slow and knowing. This is the game. Our game.

“You’re really going to make me run?” I ask. My voice is challenging and just shy of a dare. At that moment, he shifts and takes a step forward. I turn to my right and start running towards the tree line behind the house.

The woods swallow me in seconds. It is so dark that I can’t see very far ahead of myself. Branches brush against my arms and chest, and the wind whips against my cheeks. I laugh, wild and breathless; not from fear, but from the thrill tightening low in my stomach.

Behind me there are footsteps. Heavy. Measured. He is chasing me. I dart between trees and avoid tripping over exposed roots. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins. I stop to look behind me, but I can’t see where he is now. Is he close? Or just keeping pace? I’m afraid, but that’s part of it.

I love the heat of being hunted by someone I trusted completely.

As I turn to run again, a gloved hand grabs my wrist. I spin around, and there he is.

The mask stares into me with black eyes and a blank expression.

Sean’s body presses mine back against a tree, the bark rough through my thin dress.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to. I raise my chin. “You caught me.”

He leans in slowly, gloved fingers brushing my jaw. The cool plastic of the mask presses against my neck as his body pins me against the tree. “Are you going to be a good girl for Ghost?” he growls into my ear. His hand slides down the front of my dress and down to my inner thigh, claiming me.

I shiver, but not from fear–with anticipation.

I won’t surrender easily. He may have caught me, but I’m not his.

Not yet. His hand travels up my inner thigh and brushes against my panties.

In one quick motion, he rips them and pulls them right off of me.

I squirm against him, and he holds me in place as he runs his hands over my body.

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me away from the tree, causing my legs to buckle, and I fall to my knees. Before I can get up, he stands over me, grabbing my hair again and pulling so I’m looking up to face him.

His gloved hand caresses my face again, and he pushes me down hard so I’m on my hands and knees. I feel him behind me as he hikes up my dress, exposing my ass to him. The chilly night makes me shake, and I wonder if he’ll fuck me raw naked in the middle of the woods.

Instead, he slaps my ass hard, causing me to cry out, and then he places all of his weight on my back, making me fall flat on the hard, cold ground.

The weight of his body is soothing, but crushing.

I can’t get a full breath in. His cock is pressing against my ass as I attempt to get up, but he straddles my waist, not allowing me to move.

The more I struggle underneath him, the less air I consume.

He forces my head off the ground by wrapping his arm around my neck, and tears stream down my face.

I try to scream, but no sound escapes my mouth.

My vision gets hazy, and his breath warms my cheek.

“What’s wrong, princess? Am I being too rough?

Remember your safe word.” As he releases me from the chokehold, my head falls back down, and I gasp for air.

There’s dirt on my lips. The taste of the earth falling into my mouth makes me cough.

My green sundress is torn from behind, and a rush of cold air reaches my exposed back. I rise to my elbows and turn over, but he slams me back down onto the ground. The rough ground feels itchy on my back, and something is poking my ass.

Oh god, I hope there aren’t any bugs or spiders nearby, I quickly think to myself.

In all of my fantasies of being chased down and fucked senseless in the woods, bugs and a dirty ground never entered my stupid mind.

As I’m struggling underneath him, he pins my arms down to the ground with his knees and undoes his pants.

Before I can scream out, he shoves my torn panties deep in my mouth, making me gag on the fabric.

He shifts his body down in between my legs and spreads them open while keeping my arms pinned above my head. There is no struggle on his end. He only uses one hand to hold me down while using his other to take his cock out of his pants, then impales me with it.

I still for a moment while I adjust to his length inside of me. He breathes roughly underneath the mask and adjusts it slightly, probably to breathe better. It’s so dark around us that I still cannot see his eyes, only the white of the mask he is wearing.

He wraps his other hand around my throat while thrusting hard into me.

The sounds of my muffled cries and his ragged breathing are the only thing I can hear as my vision clouds again.

I close my eyes and arch my back as he goes deeper and harder.

As I wrap my legs around his waist, he loosens his grip on my wrists and I put my arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer to me.

“Oh fuck, princess. You feel so good,” he growls in my ear.

“Tu eres mia, para siempre,” he whispers.

I take my panties out of my mouth and bite his shoulder through his jacket and he groans, thrusting harder until my pussy clenches around his cock and I cry out in pleasure.

His words made me come so fucking hard. Hearing him speak Spanish to me is incredible.

Right after, he stills, and I feel him pump his cum deep inside of me.

He takes a few moments to catch his breath, and then gets off of me.

“Don’t fucking move. We’re not done yet,” he says in a deep voice.

I watch as he puts his dick in his pants, takes off the mask he’s wearing, and wipes his sweaty face with his forearm.

“Fuck, it’s hot in that thing,” he laughs while taking a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket.

I attempt to sit up and adjust myself, but he crouches next to me, grabs my hands, and puts the cuffs on my wrists. “I told you not to move,” he snaps.

“Well, my dress is torn, and I have your cum in between my legs. What am I supposed to do?” I whine.

“You’re supposed to listen to my instructions.

” He pulls on my arms and helps me up to my feet.

“Where are we?” I ask, a bit confused. I just ran when he was chasing me and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.

Looking around, I notice some light coming from behind me. It must be the football house.

“Let’s go towards the light, but we’ll stay in the woods so no one sees us.

I parked on the next street over,” he says as he bends down, picks me up, and makes his way towards the house again.

“When did you learn Spanish?” I ask while he carries me.

“I’ve picked up a few words this week,” he smiles.

It only takes a few minutes for him to figure out where we were, and I notice the trees thinning out, making it easier to see around us as the moon lights everything up. I hear voices as we reach the car; there’s a couple arguing on the same street Sean is parked on.

He doesn’t seem fazed as he unlocks the car, puts me down, and I settle into the passenger seat. Hopefully those people didn’t notice us because my entire backside was exposed as I quickly hopped into the car. I wonder where Sean is taking me next. We can’t go back to my dorm room, that’s for sure.

As he gets into the car, I ask, “Where are we going?”

“Put your seatbelt on, and don’t worry about it,” he says as he throws the mask on the dashboard and starts the engine.

The ride back into town is quick, and he’s quiet the whole time, making me anxious.

There’s wetness pooling in between my legs, so I pull my torn dress and bunch it up to clean myself a bit.

I don’t want to make a mess of his leather seats, so I shift my legs to the side.

Sean notices my squirming and smiles, “We’re close, princess. ”

We’ve passed the campus and are heading towards the end of town when he pulls into an empty parking lot of a motel I’ve driven by dozens of times while living here.

I’ve never really given it a second glance, but always figured it was some run down cheap motel.

Dirt covers my legs and arms, and I’m sure my face as well.

We won’t need a super clean and fancy place to finish what we started. Just a bed and a shower will do.

I look over at Sean while he parks the car and smile.

He gets out of the car first and opens the door to a room before coming back and opening my door.

I try to get out, but he puts his arm under my legs and around my back and picks me up again, carrying me to our room.

I giggle in his arms. I’ve never been carried like this, and it feels so good to be held by him.

I feel safe when I’m with him, no matter what the situation is.

The room is dark, and it surprisingly smells clean in here. Sean drops me onto the bed and closes the door behind us before turning on the lights. Once the room is lit up, I notice the camera set up next to the bed and a blue cooler by the dresser holding the TV.