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Lucy

A Month Later

As I continue to slip over the wet forest floor, darkness engulfs my surroundings. My shoe choice was stupid.

I catch my breath and seek solace by a trio of trees, the rough bark against my palms.

The wind sweeps through the forest, making the leaves dance and the twigs crackle, reminding me I have to keep going.

“Lucy.”

Billy’s voice rings in a sing-song way. He’s further away than I thought, and I stretch my back, the bark on the trees snagging my skin.

The tennis skirt with straps wasn’t the biggest mistake—the crop top that strains across my tits leaves my flesh open for the elements.

I tread on the forest floor, muttering curses when my foot slides on yet another damp rock .

The thunder crashes, creating a symphony that reverberates through our small, enclosed space. The night sky peeks through the tree branches as the crisp breeze cuts across my nipples.

I carefully navigate around a different group of trees, stumbling over the gnarled roots that carpet the forest floor.

I turn to glance behind me, but all I can hear is the sound of my own footsteps echoing in the silence.

After running for a bit, I finally reach a flatter patch of ground. Then a familiar set of trees comes into view, accompanied by the unmistakable smell of dying grass and decay.

Fuck.

Billy’s boots hit the ground with a resounding thud, and the sound of snapping branches fills the air. I sink down into a squat, my knees brushing against the earth.

The scent of tobacco permeates the surroundings, leaving me with a sinking feeling I have been caught.

A heavy silence lingers, filling the space. He’s waiting for me to make my move, like a predator stalking its prey.

The earthiness of the crisp autumn leaves fills my nostrils once more. I think he has already passed by me, prompting me to stand and find another hiding spot.

I sense his presence lingering before I feel him .

“Darlin’,” he whispers.

The blade of his knife skates across my body, leaving a chilling sensation. It traces a teasing line from my tits until the cold steel is held against my face.

He forcefully pushes me against the trees, and I can feel the rough bark scraping against my chest. The warmth of his torso against my back makes me shiver, as if tiny electric currents are running through me.

Aggressively, his other hand forcefully slides between my thighs. I’m dripping from the fear and the need to be fucked against anything with his big cock.

My body trembles as his fingers explore the depths of my desire, his touch hitting my G-spot, causing my knees to buckle. My hands grip the rough bark of the trees ahead.

I feel the cold steel of his blade against the underside of my chin. My chest tightens and I cling onto the precious breath inside me, afraid to let it go. Gasping for air becomes an all-consuming task as panic courses through my veins.

“Relax, soak my fingers with your come.”

As his gritty voice fills my ears, I feel the rough bark of the tree pressing against my back even harder while his digits continue to move. My core clenches with desire, craving more from him, but I surrender to the bliss that surges through me and floods over his fingers.

He withdraws, and a sucking sound fills the air as he drinks my offering.

“Run, Lou,” he breathes and pulls away from me.

I sprint through the forest with determination, the smell of pine and earth filling my nostrils, until I finally reach the clearing where we shared our first picnic.

With no trees to block its light, the moon beams down on the area, creating an eerie ambiance and a sense of unease in the wide-open space.

When I lean down to catch my breath, I’m reminded of how this intense cardio workout both fills me with fear and pumps excitement through my veins.

As I glance up to figure out which way to run, Billy struts out of the forest. The moonlight casts an ethereal glow on the silver mask, concealing his features, and with a subtle movement, he tilts his head.

Filled with panic, I turn and sprint into the comforting embrace of the woods, aware of the futility of my escape. In my haste, I stumble over a fallen log.

Crawling on my hands and knees, I make my way toward the edge to hide under the brush. While I peer out into the open, I scan for any sign of him .

When I kneel back to stand up, a sudden, sharp pain shoots through my scalp as my hair is gripped from behind.

“I always find you, but this dance is my favourite,” he snarls.

His hard cock is against my lips, slapping me with it a couple of times before I open my mouth.

He slams into my throat, making me gag and sputter around it.

“Don’t bite me,” he growls, and my core clenches.

With a firm grip on my hair, he thrusts into my throat, causing me to struggle for breath. Ignoring the safe signal, I continue until my vision blurs with black dots and my chest feels as if it’s being seared by a white hot poker.

A thrilling shiver of pleasure courses through me as the wind lifts my skirt and the cool air glides across my pussy.

Billy pulls out and jerks his cock in front of me. At the edge of the forest, the moon shines down enough to outline his figure and allow me to watch the desire coursing through him.

He stalks toward me, gripping my hair as he pulls me along and I crawl beside him.

“Lean back. Spread your thighs and let me see how fucking wet you are.”

Doing exactly what he asks. I quiver under his gaze and lower my hand to my clit.

“Didn’t say play with yourself, fucking whore. ”

I ache for him, and grip the forest floor as the coldness of the night drifts over me.

He spits against my pussy, and I shudder at the warmth.

“See how hard you make my fucking cock?”

“Yes,” I whisper. My voice hardly sounds like mine, it’s so muted.

“Show me how you played with my sweet cunt when I was away,” he utters.

Without hesitation, I rub my clit and watch him stroke his cock. I’m so close to the edge and I arch my back, but he stops me with his touch.

When I open my eyes, I see the mask on his head staring at me. His fingers slide through my folds, his tongue latching onto my clit.

Billy reaches behind himself and pulls out a bigger knife than usual, sliding the handle into my soaking cunt.

“Fuck me, Billy,” I gasp, and he thrusts into me harder.

I clench onto the intrusion, my body spasming uncontrollably. Billy keeps thrusting inside me, and I can feel his breath on my skin as his mask’s empty eye sockets seem to bore into my soul.

I grind against him until he pulls away. He presses the handle of the knife into my mouth and I lick it clean.

“On your knees,” he grunts out. He kneels behind me, gripping my hip and sliding inside .

“Beg.”

“Fuck me, please. Show me how you make me your perfect little cock-sleeve,” I utter.

Billy’s fist grips my hair as he fills me, and he smacks my ass as he pounds into me. My head is turned by his firm hand as fingers enter my mouth, pulling on the side of my cheek.

“Always look at me while I fuck you.”

“Forever,” I garble out around his digits.

As he lowers his hand to my throat, his grip adds an electrifying sensation, intensifying the pleasure that engulfs me. Billy spits on my ass and spreads me open. As he thrusts into me, I feel the knife handle sliding into my tight hole.

My fingertips slide beneath us and I tease myself, the bliss building. Every fibre of my being is flooded with a primal, carnal need. My fingers find the spot that sends shockwaves through my body.

“Come all over my cock, darlin’.”

Ecstasy courses through my veins, igniting a symphony of sensations that dance under my flesh.

As he penetrates me with the handle of the knife, his blood spills along my skin and his savage grunts reverberate through the stillness of the night.

Waves of pleasure wash over me, and he lets out a deep groan as he fills me with his warm come.

With a powerful grip on my hair, he yanks my head back, planting a forceful kiss on my lips. He stares down at me and spits into my mouth, which I swallow.

“You’re my perfect slut. Only mine.”

As the aftershocks ripple through my body, I can’t help but slump forward, my energy sapped away. Billy slowly removes the knife handle and slips out of me.

The last thing that registers in my ears is the distinct sound of his jeans being zipped up.

I wake up in the cabin, hearing the crackling of the fire and the gentle patter of rain on the roof.

He took the time to clean me up, and now I’m sporting one of his oversized band tees. Billy’s hand is wrapped in a bandage, and he’s showered.

“Didn’t think you’d be out that long. We should figure out what makes you pass out after you come and sleep for an hour.”

“Probably being thoroughly fucked, and adrenaline drop,” I say.

“Guess so. You’re the professional. That was one of our best ones yet,” he says and smirks before handing me a bowl of soup.

“I love you, Billy,” I say before taking a spoonful.

“Forever, Lou.” He winks and settles beside me.

“And always.”