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ARIA

“ I t’s time for a little game.” The muffled voice of my captor snaps me back to reality. My body hums from the intense pleasure he coaxed from me, but his words spark a new intrigue.

“A game?” I ask, shifting on the bed, moving my position to face him as best I can with my arms bound.

“A game of cat and mouse. A test of your wits and will.” He gestures toward a door. “Beyond that door lies a cornfield, and I’m offering you a chance to escape. Your task is to run through the field and reach the main road. If you succeed, you’re free to go, no questions asked.”

My heart quickens. “And if I don’t make it?”

A light flickers in his eyes. “Then you choke on my cock, swallow every drop of my cum, and become my obedient slave for the remainder of the night.”

Despite the fucked-up situation, my body reacts to his words. A flush of heat settles between my legs, and my breath quickens. The idea of being pursued and dominated stokes a fire within me.

“But I don’t know you,” I whisper. “How can I trust that you’ll let me go?”

He advances toward me, and the pupils of his spooky red eyes seem to glow from behind his mask. “The choice is yours, Aria.”

I swallow hard. He’s right—the power lies in my hands. I envision myself sprinting through the cornfield, the rustling leaves caressing my skin, the darkness enveloping me.

But what if I fail?

What if I run straight into his waiting arms?

“So, what will it be?” He demands.

I sense my desire dueling with my fear. Should I take the risk and run with the possibility of being caught and having to be his slave for the night or stay here bound? My gaze flickers to the window, beyond which lies the tempting cornfield, beckoning me like a siren’s song.

“I’ll play your game,” I say, my voice steady. “But if I win, you must promise to let me go. No strings attached.”

The masked man releases a deep, rumbling chuckle throughout the room. “Agreed, baby. You’ll be free if you escape that field before I catch you. No choking on my dick, no submission, just your freedom.”

With deft movements, he strides toward me and unleashes a knife, slicing through the ropes that bind me to the bed. I rub my sore wrists, enjoying the freedom.

He takes a step back. “Are you ready to play?”

Determination surges within me. “Yes, I’m ready.”

He swings open the door, and a gust of cool night air rushes in. The scent of corn and damp earth fills my nostrils. Through the open doorway, I see the endless swaying stalks bathed in moonlight, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

The stage is set, and adrenaline floods my veins.

“How much of a head start do I get?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“A full minute,” he replies. “Sixty seconds to run as far as you can.”

Determination sets in, and I nod. “Let’s do this.”

“Run,” he commands, and without hesitation, I bolt out the door.

As I dash into the cornfield, my bare feet sink into the soft earth. The cornstalks slap against my face and arms, marking my skin as I plunge deeper into the field. Behind me, I hear his voice, steady and menacing, counting down from sixty.

“Forty-five... forty-four... forty-three...”

I push harder, ignoring the sting of leaves against my skin. My lungs burn as I gulp in the night air, desperately trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

The corn seems endless, closing in around me with each step. I veer to the left, hoping to throw him off my trail.

“Thirty-two... thirty-one... thirty...”

Panic rises in my throat. I need to move faster. The main road feels impossibly far away.

“Twenty... nineteen... eighteen...”

I stumble, my foot catching on an unseen obstacle, but I quickly right myself and continue running.

“Ten... nine... eight...”

With every fiber of my being, I push myself faster, determined to outrun him. Freedom is so close, and yet it feels so far away.

“Three... two... one...”

His final words echo through the field. I know he’s coming for me, and I drive my feet forward, praying I’ve created enough distance between us.

My heart pounds in my ears as I weave through the endless rows of corn. Suddenly, my foot tangles in a root, and I fall to the ground. The scent of dirt fills my nostrils as I scramble to my feet, determined not to lose.

“I’m coming for you, princess!” his voice echoes, sending shivers down my spine.

Driven by fear, I change direction, hoping to throw him off my trail again. My lungs burn with the effort, but I can’t stop. Freedom is within reach.

I trip and fall again, scraping my knee on a sharp rock hidden in the soil. Pain shoots up my leg, but I grit my teeth and push forward. I won’t let him capture me.

Then, I spot the main road through a gap in the cornstalks. My heart leaps. I’m so close. Just another thirty yards, and I’ll be free.

With a final burst of energy, I surge forward, reaching for freedom.

But in an instant, strong arms wrap around my waist, yanking me backward. I cry out as he pulls me against his solid chest.

“Not so fast,” he growls in my ear. “I’ve won this game.”

Frantic, I struggle and fight to break free. But my captor’s grip is unyielding, and I’m no match for him.

“Let me go!” I scream, twisting and turning, desperation fueling my efforts.

“We had a deal,” he reminds me. “If you didn’t make it out, you’d choke on my cock and submit. That’s what will happen now.”

My heart hammers in my chest as he forces me to my knees. I want to escape, to run away and never look back. Yet, a secret, shameful part of me longs to stay, to surrender completely.

I know I should be terrified, fighting with every ounce of my being. But with this powerful man towering over me, my body betrays my mind. He unzips his pants and frees himself.

My eyes are locked on his throbbing cock. It’s massive, thicker, and longer than I could have imagined. A bead of precum forms at the tip, glistening temptingly.

“Now, be a good girl and open that pretty mouth.” His distorted voice is rough with desire. He steps closer, positioning the head of his cock against my lips.

I should refuse. I should fight back. But my traitorous body wants this, and my mouth waters at the thought.

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I can’t.”

A flash of anger sparks in his eyes, and he tugs sharply on my hair. “You agreed to the terms, princess. We struck a deal. If you lost, you’d choke on my cock and swallow my cum. It’s time to uphold your end of the bargain.”

“But—”

“No more excuses.” He silences me by yanking my hair, and I cry out, which gives him an opening to take my mouth. In a swift motion, he thrusts forward, sliding his thick length past my lips.

I gag, my eyes watering at the invasion. His taste—a mix of salt and musk—fills my mouth. He holds me in place, his cock stretching my lips, before he begins to thrust slowly, fucking my throat.

“Fuck, yes. Goddamn perfect, just how I imagined it would be.” He forces so deep I think I’m going to puke. “Get used to it, baby. You’ll be sucking me off a lot more before the night is through.”

I whimper around his thickness, but he pays no heed. He pulls out slowly, the head of his cock slipping past my lips, before thrusting back in with force, slamming into the back of my throat.

I can’t help the tears that spring to my eyes as I struggle to breathe, my nose buried against his skin. He shows no mercy, relentlessly fucking my throat.

“Take it all,” he grunts. “Choke on it for me.”

My thighs clench, and I can’t believe how arousing this is. A part of me even feels glad that he caught me.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he taunts, briefly pulling out so I can breathe. “Admit it. You love having my cock down your throat.”

I shake my head, coughing and sputtering. “No... please, stop,” I beg.

He laughs. “You had your chance to escape, but now you’re all mine. And I plan to fuck that pretty throat until I fill it with my cum.”

With renewed intensity, he grips my hair tighter and pounds into my mouth, making me gag. My eyes roll back as I submit to his dominance, my body accepting its role as his pleasure toy. The familiar coil of desire tightens within me, and I know I’m falling headlong into an orgasm, helpless to stop it.

My traitorous body takes over, and my fingers drift down between my legs. My swollen clit aches for attention, and my fingers begin to circle and rub, needing release.

I moan around his cock. He grunts, his hips stuttering, and I sense he loves seeing me touch myself, losing control like this.

I’ve never felt so dirty and ashamed yet incredibly aroused. His cock is so big, pounding into my throat, and my eyes well up with tears, but I want to taste him, to feel his hot cum slide down my throat.

I rub my clit in tight circles while I remain on the muddy surface. Closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of an orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so dirty,” he growls, his red eyes wild behind the mask. “Keep rubbing that little clit while you gag on my cock. Show me how much you love it.”

His words only fuel my need, and I whimper. I can’t stop myself, my fingers working feverishly as my body screams for release. I want to come so badly.

His movements become more erratic, and his grip on my hair tightens. He’s close, so close. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, and I know he’s about to explode, flooding my throat with his cum. The realization sends me into my own abyss of ecstasy, and I cry out as my body convulses uncontrollably.

He grunts as he spills down my throat, holding my head firmly in place to savor the moment. I swallow, tasting him as he rides out his climax.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants, pulling out. “You’re a natural-born cock-sucker.”

I remain on my knees before him, my body boneless. I’m breathless, humiliated, and yet more satisfied than ever. I’ve just come harder than I ever have in my life, and the shame pales compared to the fire this psycho has ignited within me.