My little nightmare is quicker than I expected, and watching her frantically run through the tall stalks of corn in front of me sends a thrill up my spine. I fucking love the chase; the false sense of hope she has that she’ll get away from me only makes my cock harder. I suspected she would be too smart to fall for the mask. Once I was close enough, it was obvious I wasn’t Jonah. Just a stranger wearing the mask of her dead ex, his blood dried and painted across the front of it. I watch her run ahead of me, her screams for help drowned out by the live band I hired to ensure no one would hear her and ruin our plans. I hate interruptions.
I follow her through rows of corn. The dried soil of the field crumbles under my feet in my chase, sending clouds of dust drifting into the night air. It’s clear the drinks of the night are having an effect on her as she manages a quick glance back at me over her shoulder. The heels she chose couldn’t be any worse for a place like this. Unable to run in them, especially through uneven dirt, makes catching her that much easier. Another thing I’m sure she did on purpose.
My little nightmare plays this game so well.
“Do you really think you can get away from me?” I shout into the night. My heated breath turns to vapors, dissipating into the cold air. She wants me to catch her, we both know it. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it to herself. If she really wanted to escape me, she’d have run towards the party, towards the people who would try to help her. Not that they’d stand a chance of keeping me from my prey. Not tonight. Instead, Cara is running farther away from the crowds of people surrounding the bonfire, away from her friends. The farther the chase takes us, the easier it is for me to catch her, and she knows it.
I retreat to the shadows, wanting to make things more interesting. Condensation coats my face from my own breath as I watch my girl through the mesh eye holes of Jonah’s mask. She’s frozen in the narrow space between the corn, a mix of relief and terror etched into her gorgeously flushed face. She thinks she’s lost me. She scans her eyes over the rows of corn, as she backtracks down the path she came from, searching for me. Hidden in the shadows, she passes by me, one step at a time, each one taken cautiously as though she’s afraid of alerting me of where she is. Sneaking up behind her, I keep my steps silent, a trick I’ve learned to do over the years.
Something to the left of her moves along the ground, causing the stalks of corn to sway, and startles her causing her to take off running back the way she came and out of my sight.
Fuck.
I take chase, not wanting to lose her in the dense field. The dry ground makes tracking her next to impossible, the only sign of her being the tiny heel marks that her shoes leave in the dead earth. I trail her through row after row of corn, inhaling her vanilla cinnamon scent as I follow the mark her heels leave behind until I hear her cry out. I pounce into action, pushing stalks of corn out of my way as I rush toward the direction of the sound. A few rows over stuck in the dried dirt, I find her shoe.
I can’t help but release a low growl as I close in.
Though I love the chase, it’s time for a bit of fun. It’s time to give my girl a little taste of what awaits her. Following the mouth-watering scent of my prey, it doesn’t take me long to catch up to her. Especially when she’s down a shoe and heavily intoxicated. I stalk her through the rows of corn, listening for her panting breaths. She isn’t far, I can feel it. I soften my steps, returning to the shadows as I stalk her. Sneaking up from behind, I lace my arm around her, covering her mouth to muffle her screams as my other arm wraps around her waist, roughly pulling her back against my chest.
Just touching her has my cock rock hard and desperate to get inside her, to claim her, but not yet; she still needs to learn what happens when she lets others touch what’s mine. Keeping one hand on her mouth, I use my free hand to pull out my blade and bring it to her throat. She gasps and presses up against me so tightly I can feel her heart beating against my chest.
I quickly spin her around so I can get a good look at the little nightmare that’s caused such an obsession in me. She barely reaches my shoulders, and as I look down on her, I tenderly brush a hair from her face before slowly running my thumb across her bottom lip.
“These lips would look even prettier wrapped around my cock.” My confession causes her to snap her eyes to mine, with a glare filled with so much hate it sends a chill up my spine.
“Don’t make a fucking noise, and lay down,” I command her. She stiffens, briefly, but does as she’s told. She turns to look at me and her ghostly eyes lock with mine through Jonah’s mask as she slowly lowers herself to her back on the cold dirt. Looking down on her I know immediately I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Cara could be laying anywhere, on anything, and she’d be the most gorgeous fucking thing to walk the earth.
My cock pulses in my pants at her obedience and the look of conflicted defeat that paints her face. I lower myself to her, tracing my blade up and down her tight little body, taking in every inch of her up close. She shakes and turns her head away to look away from me, causing anger to build up inside me. I snap my blade up to her chin, tapping its point against her flesh, forcing her head back in my direction. My eyes rake across her flushed face, damp with sweat from our game. Her mascara is running down her cheeks as I work my way down her face until my eyes fall on her perfectly pouty lips. They’re red and chapped from the cold night air, but every fiber of me wants to taste them, feel them against mine.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
As if she finds my demand amusing, she spits out a bout of laughter, mocking my request.
“Funny, is it? I have something amusing this blade can do, and I bet it would wipe the smirk off your pretty little face and leave you on your knees, begging for more.” I add.
Ignoring my threat, she turns her face farther away.
Accepting her defiance, I bring the blade’s tip to the swell of her breast, slicing it through her perfect flesh. A loud hiss escapes her.
“Kiss me, or I’ll keep going,” I warn one last time.
She turns to face me, her eyes filled with hunger as she slowly raises Jonah’s mask just past my lips, keeping the rest of my face covered, before her lips crash on mine in a needy, angry kiss that sets my whole body on fire. She pulls away, and I instinctively grab her tightly by the throat, causing her to gasp as her pulse quickens. Her eyes widen with fear, and her hands clamp down on my forearm in a poor attempt to loosen my grip.
“What’s wrong, little nightmare?” I whisper, bringing my masked face inches from her ear. With my free hand, I lift a lock of her hair and bring it to my nose as I inhale her scent.
Fuck, she smells divine. To think fucking Jonah got to experience her, smell her and feel her, it pisses me off. He never deserved her, no one does. No one is good enough for my little nightmare, not even me. That’s why I have to ruin her, break her.
With my hand still tightly wrapped around her frail little throat, she whimpers and squirms, but has given up trying to free herself. She looks up at me, her ghostly eyes half opened. She seems almost content. Good.
“Let me go,” she seethes, and I can’t help but chuckle.
I cock my head to the side. “Why should I? You know you’re mine, don’t you?”
“Get the fuck off me!” she shouts, as she kicks and squirms in the dirt, knocking cobs of dried corn from their stalks. “Help!” Her shrieks for assistance fall on deaf ears. Everyone is blackout drunk by now or unable to hear her over the live band.
Keeping her pinned down by the throat, I drag my blade down her body, stopping at the tiny skirt she wore for me tonight. I push her skirt up her thighs with the tip of my blade and freeze. My girl has no panties on and with her bare pussy exposed, the moon’s glow reflects just how fucking wet she is for me.
“Damn, little nightmare,” I breathe. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and look how wet you are for me,” I whisper with a husky tone. Quickly I bring my hand down hard on her slick flesh to teach her a lesson, the sound of the smack echoes around the field, and the impact causes her to jump. “You came to this party, with all these people, all these fucking men, and didn’t put panties on?” I growl, rapidly losing my patience.
Turning my blade around in my hand, I rub the pommel across her pussy in slow circular motions, causing her body to stiffen. I lift my eyes to hers, watching her expression change with her internal battle. It’s obvious she likes it; her eyes are hooded with a mix of fear and hunger that gets my cock throbbing. My girl fucking likes this; I knew she would, but I want to push her limits. I want to see how long she plans to fight what we both know she really wants because we both know she wants me to devour her.
Grabbing one of the cobs, I use my teeth to peel off the husk and bring it to her lips. “Suck on it.” At first, her expression is one of confusion, but as I press the cob to her lips, panic sets in.
“Fuck you!” she spits before clamping her mouth shut.
“Oh, you will,” I reply as my shoulders shake with laughter; her defiance is amusing and arousing all at once, but her eyes can’t lie. Right now, there’s an internal war happening, and only she and I know about it. Like a secret game we have between the two of us. “You are mine, little nightmare, and you will do as I tell you.”
“Yours?” she scoffs. “I’m not yours, you fucking freak. I don’t even know who the fuck you are or why you’re wearing that mask!”
Gripping my fingers around her chin tightly, I force her to look at me. “Oh, but you are. You are mine, and I will carve my name into your perfect flesh if that’s what it takes for you to accept it. You will scream the name Rhett every day for the rest of your life. It may begin in fear, but I can promise you it’ll always end in pleasure,” I argue sternly. “Now, don’t make me hurt you again. We both know how much you like it, but I need you to be a good girl and suck on it like you were told.”
“You’re sick. Help!” she shouts into the night.
Annoyed, I tighten my grip on her throat, instantly silencing her screams. I once again bring the cob to her mouth and push it through her tightly clamped lips. She chokes as I push it to the back of her throat, and I slowly release my hold on her throat. Lowering my hand between her thighs, I circle her swollen clit with my thumb as I continue to fuck her mouth with the cob of corn. Her pelvis instinctively pushes against my hand, seeking more friction for the release she craves, her moans muffled by the cob of corn in her mouth.
“That’s it, baby, you can take it. Show me what that pretty little mouth can do.” My cock throbs in my pants, the barbells of my Jacob’s Ladder rubbing against my boxers, only heightening my arousal. I grab her hand and place it against my hardened cock, causing a quiet moan to slip from her lips. “Only you can get my cock this hard, little nightmare. Only you,” I repeat.
With the cob thoroughly lubed up, I pull it from her mouth and lower it to her center. Her eyes widen, and she digs her hands into the dried soil as she readies herself for what’s to come. She watches the cob of corn as I run it through her slick folds, teasing her opening with its bumpy girth. Clearly wanting more, she widens her legs, allowing me better access, and I slowly slide the tip inside her. Her head falls back as her hungry pussy swallows the cob of corn deeper with each thrust. I start slow, wanting to watch her tightness stretch around it, savoring every second of my girl in this moment.
She’s completely consumed in the moment, no longer caring who I am or what I’m doing. Fucked up or not, there is only one thing my little nightmare needs, and in this moment, she knows I’m the only one who can give it to her. I pick up the pace, thrusting the cob of corn up and into her tightness faster and harder.
“Look how fucking sexy you are when you’re at my mercy.” Riding the high of my words, with my fingers now aggressively circling her clit, her body shudders and convulses. “That’s right, little nightmare. Cum for me. You know you want to. You know you need to.”
“I can’t, please,” she begs, but it’s too late.
She cums, hard and it takes everything in me not to lower my mouth to her pussy and drink in every drop of her release. She moans and cries out, tears streaking her face as I continue pumping the cob of corn in and out of her, her juices dripping down and onto my hands as she rides out her orgasm. When she comes down from the high, I slide the corn out and bring it to my mouth. The sweet taste of her coats my tongue, instantly becoming my new favorite meal. My eyes flutter shut as I suck the cob of corn free from all her juices, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.
When I open my eyes, my girl isn’t where she should be. Instead, she’s a few feet away, stumbling around the narrow path between the stalks of corn. She wants to play again, I see. Standing, I watch her with amusement as she tries to make a silent getaway. Her legs shake beneath her weight. Add in the traumatic mix of emotions I know I just caused her with the drinks from earlier, and she isn’t getting very far.
My chest fills with pride, knowing she has it in her to try.
My girl is a fighter, and I fucking love it.
I tuck the cob of freshly creamed corn into my pocket and head out after her. She hears me coming up behind her and takes off, tripping over a mound of dirt in her path.
I pause, watching her scramble to her feet and take off running away from the party. She wants to be chased. I pull out a cigarette and spark it up, inhaling as I let my girl get a head start. The thrill of the hunt fills my body with adrenaline as I watch the stalks of corn shift and sway as she makes her way towards the pumpkin patch, a private setting for what I have planned tonight. The perfect place to claim my little nightmare, and make sure she knows who she belongs to.
