It was pitch black and raining. The clouds obscured the moon and stars. Any light that could have leaked through was masked by the dense trees. Crouched low to the ground, I moved quickly as I could. My heart was in my throat and I struggled to control my breathing. Had to keep moving, had to keep going. If I stopped, I’d be caught. And then it would be all over.
The trees thinned out and I stood up and ran. Silent as possible, I made a break for the edge of the forest. If I could make it out, I would be free. Frantic, panicked, I did my best to not to make a sound. Slipping on the wet leaves, I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I went down hard. I pressed my hand to my mouth and listened hard. Somewhere to the left, I heard my pursuer moving through the detritus. It was muffled, faint, so I knew he wasn’t too close. I still had a chance.
Slowly, carefully, I stood. Listening hard, I could hear him approaching. My blood pounded, rushing through my veins. I took a chance and slipped my cell from my pocket. I was still in the dead zone, not even a half bar of service. It would be no help. I tucked it back in my pocked and began to move.
My pursuer was moving faster now and I had to get going or else he’d catch me. I couldn’t allow that to happen. My heart tripped into double time and I ran. I didn’t care if I was making noise, alerting him to my presence. I needed to get free. It was my only thought.
His pace picked up to match mine. The distance between us was closing rapidly. But I could see the break in the trees now, knew I was almost free. I put on a burst of speed. But just as I reached the tree line, arms closed around me. I screamed, fought against the constricting arms across my chest. I kicked. I clawed. I arched my body and fought to free myself. But there was no breaking free. He had me. I was at his mercy.
His breath was hot on my face when he put his lips to my ear. “Gotcha. You can’t get away from me. You’re mine.”
I whimpered. He pulled me tight against him and I felt his erection against my backside. I fought not to react, not to let him know how that affected me. But he knew. He always knew.
“You’re mine,” he repeated. I knew what he wanted but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. One hand came up and cupped my throat while the other moved down grab hold of my semi-hard cock. His fingers squeezed and I went limp in his hold.
“Yours,” I agreed.
He let me go, turned me around, and his grin was blinding in the dark. I felt the answering grin stretch my own lips. Leaning forward, I kissed him quickly.
“Next time, let’s not do this when it’s raining. I’m soaked through.”
He gave a soft laugh. “Then let’s get you home and out of those clothes,” he said, complete with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Like I didn’t already know exactly what he wanted.
I nodded fast and took his hand in mine. Together we ran toward where we had parked the car. Indulging him in his “chase” fantasy was easy. I loved him.
4 thoughts on “Flash Fic Friday”
Aww, this is a good one, Kris. 🙂
😀 Thank you! I was hoping you’d like it!
Ah lovely Kris, 🙂
Ah, thanks Iv! 😀