Page 84 of The Prey
He drags me through a copse of trees but doesn't release me, no matter how much I struggle and swat his hands away. When we are alone again, with only the sounds of the forest for company, he shoves me forward, and I stumble to the ground on my knees. I wince as I fall, but the burn only adds to the rest of it. It’s one more sensation to drown out the terror, the fear, the self-loathing.
As he circles me like a predator, I move to get back on my feet, and his hold changes. He digs his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back with my neck outstretched.
“What am I going to do with you, Ely? You deserve a punishment for teasing me, not a reward, but I want you so fucking bad I’m tempted to do just that. To reward you for being a good rabbit and running from the predator.”
He tugs me by the hair, and my scalp burns, but it doesn’t hurt enough for me to say red. It joins the other little stings and cuts to add to the experience. I almost feel like I'm in a haze, standing outside my own body, watching as I give myself to him.
In my mind, we are the only two people in the entire world here right now.
The hunter.
And his prey.
He pulls his knife from his ankle, shaking his leg so his pants fall back over the sheath.
I catch sight of the sharp blade in the little bit of moonlight that cuts through the trees. The blade dances in front of my eyes, and I watch, mesmerized by the flick of it. Then he slides the tip down my right arm. He doesn’t cut me with it, just caresses, until it reaches the scrap of rope at my wrist. He jerks the blade hard so it digs into my skin, and the rope snaps beneath the pressure. I’m free. I resist the urge to rub at the small burn marks that reside there now. He does the same to the one on my ankle, then gives me another circle.
“Should I call you Little Rabbit?” He jerks his chin up to the bunny ears I'm still wearing.
I shake my head and tug them off to throw them on the ground.
“Ahhh, there’s my Little Prey.” His seductive tone reaches inside me and strokes me from the inside out. “I've caught you, and what did I say I’d do if I caught you?”
Crowding me with his body, giving me no escape, he reaches between my thighs and cups my sex. A shocked gasp slips out of me, and my core tightens in approval as his fingers press against the silk between my thighs.
“Little Prey… you’re really trying my patience.”
With the knife in his other hand, he uses the tip to trace a path over my collarbones, then down between my breasts and lower to bump over my belly button until the blade replaces his hand, the point of the blade resting toward my opening with the flat of the blade angled up against my clit.
My lungs burn, and while my brain continues to remind me that I’m in danger and that this could end in a terrible way, I lean into that trust.
“You…you said you’d fuck me. Mark me.” My voice sounds different, sensual, labored. I want him. I need him.
“Mmm, good girl,” he praises.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, my voice hesitant.
Do I want to know? Worst of all, will I let him?
“Do you want me to hurt you?” he counters, cocking his head to the side.
I bite my lip and shake my head. “No, but I want you to fuck me.”
A groan emits from his throat, and I won’t lie—it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Oh, Little Prey. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you and own you in ways you’ve never been used before, but before I do that, I’m going to prepare your little cunt. Get your pussy dripping wet, and stretch you so I don’t tear you with my cock.” He rocks the knife forward and back, giving me a little sensation but nothing like what I need to ease the ache there.
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to focus on the feeling alone, but he removes the knife, and I blink my eyes open and stare up at him, begging for him to continue.
“Tell me again, do you trust me, Elyse?”
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Elyse
Iswallow thickly and nod my head. “You know I trust you.”
“Trust me not to hurt you?” His voice carries a hint of amusement, and I’m not sure I like where this is going.