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ADAIR

T hursday night, it’s dark except for the light of the moon as I step into the clearing and look around tentatively. I make my way over to the picnic table, but it’s pretty easy to see that it’s deserted. The buzzy anticipation that was vibrating through my midsection diminishes.

When I reach the table, I sit down and rest my chin in my hand as I stare out gloomily at the dark treeline. I know Jack said not until at least Thursday, but he must have known I’d hear that and think definitely Thursday, right? I sigh. I wonder if he decided to troll me by making me hike out here just to prove to me that I’m a gullible idiot. Maybe I’ve gotten myself all wound up for nothing.

I hear something rustling in the brush and I whirl around. I peer into the dark but I can’t see anything. I let out an exasperated little puff of breath and turn back, only to realize Jack is coming at me from the opposite direction, quick and quiet enough to catch me unawares.

I take off. I was smarter about it this time; I’m wearing hiking boots with enough ankle mobility to run and grippy tread, and slick nylon pants less likely to be snagged by protruding branches.

In the end, it doesn’t matter. Jack catches me at the waist and tackles me, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I squirm into the bed of leaves beneath me. It was a pretty soft fall, despite being taken down by Jack’s considerable weight, so I’m betting the leaf cover is thick. If I’m quick, I might be able to burrow down enough to wiggle free.

The sharp edge of a knife against my throat freezes me instantly. Even my gasp comes without movement. “No, please!” I whisper, terrified that even the vibration of my plea could be enough to send the metal into my skin.

“I’m not going to cut you,” he growls. “So long as you stay still.”

I hardly breathe as I feel him withdraw the blade. The knife catches the collar of my T-shirt at the back. Jack puts two slices through the fabric while I’m still sprawled on my belly.

I feel the cool night air on my bare back and shiver. I realize what Jack was doing when I feel him tie my wrists together with a long scrap from my T-shirt. He climbs off me and flips me over onto my back before cutting the rest of the ruined shirt off my body.

When the moon emerges, I get a good look at him for the first time tonight. His hair is in a ponytail and he’s wearing a snug-fitting T-shirt and cargo shorts. Of all the stupid things, it pops into my head that this is the first time I’ve ever seen him out of his uniform. And that he’s hot. Fuck.

My next breath catches in my throat when I feel the blade of his knife just below my belly button. I drop my eyes down. The moonlight reflects off the metal as Jack goes to work on my pants, slicing through the material easily. I stay frozen, too afraid to even breathe, as he slides the blade between my underwear and my skin and repeats the process with my briefs. He slowly, deliberately runs the blunt edge of the blade up my cock after he’s stripped me bare. I’m so grateful that he leaves my boots alone, I have the perverse urge to thank him. Is this how Stockholm Syndrome starts?

“Spread,” he says tersely. I slowly part my legs but I’m not fast enough for him. “Think I’ve got all fucking night?” he mutters as he yanks them apart. He squeezes my thighs hard enough to hurt as he pins me with that predatory gaze that makes me run hot and cold at the same time.

“Don’t you fucking try to be a tough guy or any of that shit. I swear to God, I will hog-tie you and leave you out here, naked and plugged, all night.”

Plugged?... I don’t have time to dwell on it as Jack swiftly hikes my legs high up onto his shoulders, exposing me to him. I see him reach into a lower pocket of his cargo shorts and pull out something white. When he notices me squinting to see what it is, he holds it up to the moonlight.

I feel my eyes widen. Jack’s wicked laugh echoes in my ears as I take in a fluffy, white rabbit tail attached to a big metal butt plug.

“Get it wet.” He barely gives me enough time to part my lips before he shoves the toy into my mouth all the way, the fuzz from the tail tickling my nose. He leaves it there before spitting on my hole and opening me up with a finger before taking the plug out of my mouth and shoving it inside of me. I whine when he gives it an extra push to get it even deeper inside my body.

He yanks me to my feet. I’m moving a little stiffly with the toy inside me. He sees my awkward movements and snickers. “Oh, you’re going to want to get used to that real fast, because this is where you start running,” he says.

“But I —” He grabs my face roughly and pulls me towards him, anger flashing in his eyes.

“Did I tell you to speak?” I can’t tell if he wants a response or not, so I just shake my head.

“I’m going to give you a thirty-second head start. If you make it to the parking lot before I do, congratulations. There’s a new set of clothes for you there. If not, I’m bringing you back to the picnic table in the clearing and showing you what happens to bunnies who aren’t quick enough.”

My wrists are bound behind me and I’m naked except for a giant bunny-tail butt plug invading my ass. I look around, trying to evaluate the best of my nonexistent options when Jack speaks again.

“Oh, also —” I look over my shoulder at him. “Wipe that sullen look off your face,” he snaps. “And keep that little fluffy cottontail clean. Since you’re going to be gagged with that plug after I catch you, I’m sure you’ll want to keep mud or anything else that might get on it away from your mouth.”

I feel my eyes widen as a sadistic grin lifts the corners of his mouth. “G-gagged?” I stammer out.

He doesn’t answer me, just lifts his wrist to look at his watch, then gives me a whack on the ass. “Thirty seconds starts now.”