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Ten.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n You told me to run. I crash through the undergrowth, leaping across downed logs and snapping branches underfoot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Nine. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The flashlight in my hand presses lines in my palm. Its beam is a beacon, one I cannot afford for much longer. I spare a glance up, past the tangled canopy of trees, and see a cloud moving to cover the moon. I cannot rely on its light tonight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eight. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I keep a count in my head, no longer able to hear your voice call out at the edge of the forest. My labored breathing joins my thundering heart to deafen me to all other noise. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Seven. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve managed enough distance and come to a stop. I swivel, searching for something – anything – that could hide my frame. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Six. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n With three sweatshirts on to keep the cold at bay, I can already feel myself overheating. I see a section of thicker growth and sprint in its direction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Five. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n There are branches here, and another tree that has fallen. But it is not enough. You would spot me instantly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Four. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I push deeper into the woods, panic beginning to set in. I need to turn off my light. I need a place to hide. An owl coos in the trees above. I wonder if it senses a hunt about to begin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I turn off my light. Shadows consume me. I stumble forward, relying on my memory of what was to help me navigate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n None of these places are perfect. I will have to make do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I press myself behind a swollen trunk, swallowing thickly. I will run when you grow too close. I have to resolve myself to run. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Blinking proves to help nothing – my eyes refuse to fully adjust. The ground is pitch, and the trees spread out arms that I can\u2019t fully see. Tripping seems to be a real possibility, but it is one I cannot linger on now. Now, I focus on my breath, I slow my heart, and I listen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Calm down, <\/em>I urge myself. You won\u2019t hear her if your heart is racing. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n With a thick swallow, I manage to stifle my panting enough to listen to the world around me. Insects buzz their nightly harmonies. A distant animal cries out. A twig snaps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I put my hand over my mouth, as if that might help me. I do not dare peer around the tree – your eyesight is better than mine in the dark. I keep my ears honed. You are stalking, but you are moving slowly enough that I have time to plot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I can\u2019t wait to fuck you like the animal you are. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The memory of your words startle me, and I am swimming in the sensation of your whisper against my neck, of how your fingers curled around my breast. Warmth spreads between my legs, and it takes all my will to keep from squirming. I bite my lip, close my eyes, and try to push your voice out of my head. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKitten.\u201d Your distant voice is a purr. I can hear your amusement. I can hear that knowing smirk. \u201cWhere are you, precious little slut?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A chill runs down my spine. Perhaps your intention is to make my legs too weak to run on. Perhaps you\u2019re being a little too successful in that endeavor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The air is coated with the smell of wet earth, of pine and fir, of sweat and lust. The underbrush shifts as you creep closer. You offer a dark chuckle that echoes through my ribs, and I want nothing more than to bow under that amusement. I can almost see the look in your eyes, the way you smile, the way you might push me to the ground when you find me. It\u2019s enough to drive me mad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Leaves shuffle to my right, and I spin to see you rounding the tree. My eyes snap wide, and there\u2019s that grin, that intoxicating grin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Instinct takes over and I bolt, sprinting blindly. Your laughter follows moments before you do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRun, prey,\u201d you call. \u201cEven in the dark, I can see how wet you are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Your words make me feel dizzy. Each step is guesswork, and each fumble I can feel you bearing down on me. I race to a fallen widowmaker, grasp the bark to vault over it. Hands clutch my hips and in an instant, one reaches up and tightens around my throat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Instinct is still kicking, but now it spars against lust. I grope across the tree, drag myself forward, looking, briefly, for an opening to escape. Your teeth catch my ear and those thoughts fragment. Your growls overtake my senses, urge me to comply. Urge me to submit. I want to. I do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But I also want to test what happens if I don\u2019t. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSubmit,\u201d you hiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMake me,\u201d I snarl back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh?\u201d Your snicker is filled with scheming. \u201cI hunted you down.\u201d Your tongue trails along my neck. I tilt my head, offering you more before realizing that doesn\u2019t help my hard-to-get facade. \u201cI\u2019ve got you pressed against a tree\u2026\u201d Your hips push into mine. I push back, protesting, but you do not relent even an inch. You keep my waist trapped between the bulge between your legs, and the angled trunk in front of me. \u201cAnd I\u2019ve got your taste on my tongue.\u201d Your teeth trail across my skin and I attempt to resist the way that makes me feel. One of your hands reaches to the rim of my pants, and it takes everything in me to keep from conceding. \u201cI think–\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut I\u2019m still standing,\u201d I cut in, my breathing heavy with want. \u201cI don\u2019t think a tigress has truly claimed her prey until it buckles beneath her strength.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Antagonized, your fangs dig into my shoulder and your hand slips into my pants, before you stop abruptly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou little slut,\u201d you murmur. \u201cYou\u2019re not wearing any underwear.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI can go back and put some on,\u201d I rasp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You laugh, and before I have a moment to relax in the beautiful music that is your joy, you snarl and run your fingers along the tender parts of me. My voice catches in my throat, and only a whimper manages to escape. My fingers curl against the bark I brace myself against, trying to hold myself steady beneath the rising pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you sure you’re not my prey, kitten?\u201d you hum, stroking my entrance with tender touches. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy legs haven\u2019t given out,\u201d I whine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re really going to test me like that, are you?\u201d You slip a finger in. A throb of want cascades over every nerve. I can feel the way you caress my inner walls, and I want more. Desperately, I want more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m sure the mighty tigress can tame one little kitten,\u201d I manage. \u201cBut not without all of you.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n Wordlessly, your hand pulls away. I worry I\u2019ve teased you too much before your fingers link around my belt loops. You tear my pants down, exposing me to the frostbitten night. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBend over,\u201d you command, pressing one hand on my back and the other pulling my hips back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I hesitate. I can\u2019t simply give in, can I? I have to taunt you once more – at least <\/em>once more. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLauren,\u201d your voice is firm. I shrink at the sound. You lean into me, your hands running down the length of my body. \u201cDon\u2019t make me put you on the ground.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n…<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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