“I—” Tears filled her eyes. It had been her chance, and she’d failed.
“You were hit.” His words led her to follow his previous instructions.
She slid down to the forest floor and rolled to her back. Ignoring the tears on her face, she parted her knees, bent her hands downward at the wrists, and brought them to her chest.
He stepped to her, between her spread legs and looked down at her. He slipped his glasses off and dropped them to the ground, along with his rifle.
Sweat rolled off her forehead, her entire body felt hot. The ground had a soft chill to it, and she welcomed it against her hot skin.
Greg moved down to his knees; leaning over her body, planting his hands on either side of her, he brought his face close to hers. His eyes, stern and hungry, fixated on her.
“You cheated, little fox.”
She gave a little nod, finding it hard to speak with him so close. He was barely out of breath! How could she have thought she’d outrun him.
“Are you sorry?” His eyebrows rose.
She nodded again.
“Should I punish you?” he asked, one hand reaching down to her knee and resting on it.
She shook her head. “Please... no.” The words barely came out loud enough for her to hear.
His fingers trailed down from her bent knee, toward her sex.
“I want to kiss you, but you were so naughty, trying to run away after you were hit.” His voice, silky and sultry, took what little breath she still had away.
Her focus moved to his mouth. Such full lips that were so warm, so soft the last time he kissed her. And she wanted more than the peck he’d given her.
“You lost the hunt. You’re mine now, pet. I’ve caught you.” His fingers found her pussy lips and a smile burst across his mouth. “So fucking wet.”
She nodded again, afraid of what betraying words would fall out of her mouth if she tried to speak.
“What will I do with you now?” He grinned down at her, a knowing smile that spoke volumes of the dirty, wicked things he wanted to do. And even though she’d lost her freedom, she’d been caught, she found herself wanting them too.
Where was the fear?
Where was the sheer terror?
His fingers spread her pussy lips open, then flicked over her clit. She jerked with the electric current running up through her body.
“You gave a good chase.” He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing his way down her collarbone to the wide valley between her breasts. “You have such pretty tits, pet.” He nuzzled his cheek against her nipple. “You think they’re too small,” he said, flicking his tongue over the little pink nub. “Answer me,” he said with a gravelly tone.
“Y-yes,” she said, breathless as he captured her nipple between his teeth. Was this his prize for catching her? To play with her body until she was wound so tight she’d explode?
“They’re not. They’re perfect.” He kissed her nipple then moved to the other side, repeating his treatment.
“Greg.” She dropped her hands to her sides, her palms sweating inside the gloves. She couldn’t touch him like that, not with the fox paws on.
“Shhh, I’m taking what’s mine,” he said against her torso and kissed his way down her body in a straight line for her pussy. The leaves and twigs of the forest floor crinkled with his movements.
His hands slipped under her bare ass, bringing her pussy up an inch, closer to his mouth.
“Your tail is a little dirty, we’ll have to clean you up later,” he promised, and his tone was filled with more than just the idea of cleanliness.
“No, don’t.” She tried to wiggle out of his hands, but she didn’t get to have a say in this. His lips captured her sex. His tongue swirled around her needy, swollen clit and she moaned with the pleasure he filled her with.
“Good, pet,” he murmured and suckled her clit harder. “I’m going to fuck you, Nora. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. She was supposed to be halfway to the road by now. She should be on her way to freedom, but she’d found herself more encaged than before.
“Yes.” She pushed her hips up toward his mouth when he started to pull away. “Please,” she begged.
“Does your pussy need to be filled?” he asked, prying her lips far apart and running his tongue from her entrance to her clit. Her eyes rolled back, and another guttural growl escaped her.
When was the last time a man touched her like that? Had a man ever touched her like that? Made her want to scream out with an orgasm, merely at the sound of his voice?
“Tell me, pet. Tell me you want me to fuck this pretty little pussy, and suck on these sweet tits. Tell me.”
He spoke with such vulgarity. Her pussy wept with arousal. If he didn’t get inside her soon, she’d cry.
“Please, Greg. Please, fuck me.” She’d think about the consequences later. She’d figure a new plan later. She put her hands on his shoulders, but she couldn’t feel him. The damn paws again.
“Those stay on,” he said before she could ask. He knelt up and unbuckled his belt. She watched his strong hands work the well-worn leather through the buckle and unzip his jeans.
He shoved his clothes down far enough to pull out this long, thick cock, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted it. In her pussy, in her mouth, down her throat.
What was he doing to her?
Wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft, he stroked himself, making a pearl of pre-cum form at the tip. He swiped it away with a finger and brought it to her mouth, spreading it over her bottom lip and grinning.
“Spread your legs wider for me.” He brought the tip of his cock to her entrance and rolled it along the edge.
She widened her legs, planting her feet into the ground and readying herself.
“Ask me,” he said, lining his eyes up with hers.
“Greg. Please,” she managed, hoping it was enough.
The little shake of his head told her it wasn’t.
“Please fuck me.” She wiggled her hips.
With one quick thrust, he was buried inside of her. She cried out from the sudden fullness. He stilled over her, kissing her shoulder. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said into her ear.
An almost sexless life will do that.
“Don’t stop.” She nipped at his shoulder with her teeth.
He chuckled. “Not until you’re screaming for release,” he vowed and began to move.
She pulled her knees back, taking him in further, falling into the pleasure of his cock stretching her. The plug in her ass made her tighter, made for everything to be fuller, more sensitive.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...” she chanted as he plowed into her. She’d never felt anything so freeing before. She put her hands to her head, feeling the fur of the paw gloves on her forehead. The humiliation was gone, she only felt his cock, heard his pleased groans with each new stroke of his dick inside her.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” she cried out. “Please, oh god. Please, Greg! Make me come, please let me!”
He pushed off her, finding her clit with the fat of his thumb and rolled it over and over again until she was going to die from the pleasure.
“I’m going to come.”
“Ask, always ask!” he chastised with a slap to her pussy.
“Ow!” She jolted, but it only worked to further his cock into her pussy. The more her ass moved against the floor of the forest, the more the plug moved inside of her.
She’d never felt so gloriously full before in her life.
“Please, may I come? Greg, please may I?” She pressed her mittened hands to his shoulders and arched as best she could into his finger.
“Yes, pet, you may come. Come hard, scream loud.” He thrust into her hard, flicking her clit now with an intensity she wouldn’t have thought would bring her to the edge so quickly.
“Fucking come, pet!” he demanded and plowed into her.
Her t
hroat burned from the scream she let loose while her body exploded into millions of rays of light. She cried out, his name, a curse, a vow, a promise, she rambled and rode the waves of pleasure until they softly ebbed and brought her back to where she’d begun.
He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek, then taking her mouth beneath his. He fucked her harder, growling into her mouth as his tongue swept in and claimed her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away from the kiss and pulling out of her pussy, leaving her feeling void and cold. “Damn,” he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking hard. Long, hot cords of cum spurted from his dick, landing on her stomach, her thighs. He grunted with each new string.
She let out her breath when he finished and collapsed forward, resting his head on her chest, careful to hold himself up and not touch his own mess.
“You’re mine now, Nora,” he said with a fierce sense of ownership that ran from him, straight through her.
“I know,” she whispered, unsure of what it meant, but knowing, deep in her core, something had changed with this fucking. Things weren’t going to be the same, and he wouldn’t give her another chance to leave.
She lost the hunt.
And maybe herself.
Chapter Fifteen
“It’s time for you to come clean.” Greg pointed his glare at Nora. His pet. His good girl who sat pensively on the floor at his feet. They’d been enjoying the quiet of the evening, her head leaned against his knee, and he’d been stroking her hair in silence. But it was time to learn everything.
“I thought I was clean now,” she said softly. After he’d carried her from the woods back to the cabin, he’d given her a bath. He’d washed the dirt and leaves from her sweat-covered body and hair and cleaned off his cum that had dried on her stomach and thighs. He hated removing his mark.
He reached lower and flicked the tiny bell hanging from the thick collar he’d placed around her neck after her bath.
“I mean it, Nora. I want to know everything.” He ran his finger along the leather. A soft shudder ran through her with his touch. She’d responded so beautifully so naturally to everything he’d put her through. He knew she still didn’t understand any of it; hell, he didn’t think he could explain even if he tried. But after being hunted down and properly claimed, she’d stopped fighting him so hard.
But now she needed to give a little, too.
She sighed and turned around to face him, her chin resting on his knee. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Everything.” He ran the tip of his finger along her profile, feeling the gentleness of her skin. “I want all of it.”
“You confuse me.”
“Why?” he asked, hooking his finger into her collar.
“One minute you’re so mean, the next—well.” She sighed. “You’re not.”
“I wasn’t mean, I was being what you needed. Firm. Strict. And I will always be those things when it’s needed. Right now, you need to obey me, though. Because if you don’t, you’ll have a real punishment. A long spanking and a long time with your naughty tail.” He released her collar, traced her nose, and tapped the end. “You don’t want that. Trust me.”
She huffed and gave him a little pout. She wasn’t playacting with him. This was her, the truth of her. Soft and gentle, but hard and ready to take down anyone if she felt threatened.
And he was quickly falling for her.
“Tell me, who exactly is Bernie?”
Her eyes darted away from him for a brief moment. “He’s an old friend of my father’s. I haven’t seen him much in the past few years, but he calls now and then to check on me.”
“Did he know your little plan to avenge your father’s murder?” The image of her making an attempt on Antonio’s life made his heart race. She would have been dead within seconds of trying. Antonio may have been much older, but he wasn’t unskilled. Not like Nora.
“No.” She turned her head and pressed her cheek to his knee. “He wanted me to stay away from the Santinelli family. But I knew Antonio had to have done it.”
“Your father worked for the Santinelli family?”
“Yes. But he was just a stupid foot soldier, he never got higher up in the ranks. And it wasn’t because he was a bad person.” She quickly defended her father; admirable considering it was his ties to the criminal families that found her in her current situation.
“Money laundering. Isn’t that what he was charged with?” Greg watched her expression, looking for tell-tale signs of dishonesty. She may have become more pliable in the last few hours, but that didn’t mean she’d come to trust him enough to tell him everything.
“Something like that. He owned a carwash, on the south side. Men would come in every couple of days, talk with him in the back office, then leave again.”
“Sort of like what Antonio did with Teo and Anthony,” Greg pointed out.
“Yeah, like that.”
“So why would Antonio have need to take out your father?”
“I don’t know. Once Dad was gone, the carwash went under. It hadn’t been making any money for real. Maybe Antonio wanted to have more of the pie. Dad kept me from all that crap. He never let anyone over at the house and he never took me to work when they were there. He hid me from that part of his life.”
“And your mother?” Greg probed a little deeper; she’d been forthcoming so far, and until she started to clam up, he’d get what information he could from her.
“She died.” Nora pulled back from him, scooting her ass back and tucking her knees under her chin. The retreat had begun.
“When?”
Her eyes flickered to him then down to his hands resting on his knees. Was she planning to start lying now?
“I don’t remember. Dad said I was two, maybe three. I don’t remember her.”
“Do you know how?”
“No. What does this have to do with letting me call Bernie?” She changed the topic with a terse tone.
“I’m just curious. Okay, back to Bernie? He’s just a family friend?” He felt his eyebrow rise.
“Yeah. Last time I saw him was at Dad’s funeral. After that he helped me sell the carwash and get a new place to live. The house Dad and I lived in was too expensive. I sold it and got an apartment in the city.”
“Would you have really killed Antonio if you’d found whatever evidence you needed?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and reaching for her hair.
She took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”
He tugged on a lock of hair. “Antonio is connected, Nora, to families with more power than the Chicago PD. A man like him doesn’t get murdered without the say-so of higher-up people. And those people wouldn’t just let you kill him without paying a price.”
She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes.
“What happens now? The Santinelli brothers have pinned this on me, right? The cops are looking for me? If I go back, I’ll be dead before bail can be set.”
“I think you’re right about that.” He leaned back, pulling her again by the hair so that she would rest on his knee. She didn’t make any protest, just snuggled back into him.
Fuck, it felt good to have her touching him, so close and so obedient. But he needed to keep his eye on the end result here. He couldn’t lose sight of the objective, otherwise he’d have the same shit happen as overseas. And that wasn’t going to fucking happen to Nora.
“Bernie might know what to do.” She tested the waters of bringing him up again.
“He might. Or, he works with Anthony and Teo and won’t be able to help you as much as you think.”
“He would never hurt me, Greg. He was close with my father.”
“And his staying away since then has been a way of keeping you safe.” Greg nodded to himself. At least that was positive.
“Let me call him tomorrow. You can talk to him, too.” She knelt up, spreading his knees and moving closer to him. Her breasts were still bare; he didn’t allow pets to w
ear clothing.
He reached over and stroked her nipples, softly, absentmindedly. They were smaller than some men would like, but it wasn’t the size that mattered to him. Her tits were perfectly fit to her petite frame. Round and perky, perfectly appetizing.
She ran her hands up his legs toward his hardening cock. He caught her hands and leaned down to meet her nose to nose.
“I’m not easily led around by my dick, little pet.” He meant the statement to chastise her, but the headiness of her breath, the dilation of her pupils suggested he’d made her wet instead.
Fuck, she was perfect.
“I’ll decide about calling Bernie in the morning.” He pressed her hands to his erection. “I think you need some distraction for now.”
Her pink tongue ran along her lips, but her eyes never left his. “Okay,” she nodded.
“More questions. When was the last time you had a cock in your mouth?” He reached for his belt while trapping her hands in one of his.
She wrinkled her lips in thought. “A year?”
He wanted to chuckle at the adorable expression on her face, but he had no intentions of making her feel insecure.
“And a good fucking?” He pulled the leather strip through the buckle.
“Same.” She moved her gaze to his waist; he worked on the button of his jeans.
“Good. I like that.” He kissed the bridge of her nose and pushed her back until she was sitting on her heels. “Put your hands behind you,” he ordered.
He’d used the cuffs with D-rings and links on them for just such purpose. Well, he’d intended to chain to the kitchen chair if she started acting up again, but this purpose was good too.
Linking the cuffs behind her at the small of her back, he ran his fingers over her ass. He’d kept the tail out after her bath, but he still pulled her ass cheeks open to look at the tight little ring of her asshole.
“And the last time you’ve had a cock in your ass?” He pressed the pad of his middle finger against the hole, watching with excitement as it contracted, trying to keep him out of what belonged to him.
“I told you, never.” Her voice was heavy with arousal.
“Hmmm, that’s right.” He would be the first, and the last, to have her ass.
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