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Shrinking back, I stared at him, my insides flipping and not in a good way. His hands were clenched on the trunk beside him, and his teeth were gritted so hard, his jawbone jutted out. I'd never seen him angry before, but his physical ire was nothing compared to the cold glare he sent my way.
“Oh right,” I whispered, suddenly realising why he was so pissed off, “You don't like to be the vulnerable one.”
Finding some super strength, he burst from his seat and came for me, his leg walking perfectly fine, even though he winced. I backtracked as my heart thundered in my head. Would he hurt me out here? In the woods?
“Please,” he pushed through his teeth, “don't make me angry.” Coming closer, he relaxed and reached for me, frowning when I cringed away. “I just want to protect you.”
“B-by shouting at me?” I stuttered, confused by the switch in mood.
I understood that he didn't like to be seen as less than a man, and yet, he had scared me. His whole demeanour had changed in a split second. It wasn’t like I knew the man well enough to know whether or not he would harm me.
His eyes softened as he looked down at me and stroked my arm. “I'm sorry, my little one,” he muttered, “I'm used to people listening to me, doing what I ask. I promise not to lose it with you again. Plus, my ego’s bruised. A bloody stag took me down, right when I was trying to impress my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” I blurted, my cheeks heating. “Really?”
Ugh. How young and sad I sounded, but I couldn't help the fizz of excitement that pulsed through me. I didn't really want to be his girlfriend, I wanted to be his partner, equal to him. Not that I was going to argue with him right now, the pain was clearly making him cranky as fuck.
“Look,” he said, “I should be able to get back okay. I'm tough, I can handle the pain. I just maybe need a bit of time every few steps.”
Taking my hand, he set off, hobbling on his injured leg. Every time he placed his foot down, a fresh flood of blood seeped from his gaping wound. I knew better than to argue with him, he had made up his mind. One thing I had already learnt about Joseph Hunter was that he was a stubborn bastard who knew exactly what he wanted and would not stop until he got it.
Matching his pace, I walked beside him, wanting to somehow help. He ignored me at first, concentrating on each agonising step as we walked through the woods, looking for the way we'd come.
“Are we going the right way?” I asked, looking around for a clue.
The trees blended together and I couldn't tell where we'd come from. The sun had disappeared below the canopy and the dusk was edging its way in, making it even harder to see.
Stopping, Joe studied the surrounding area. His eyebrows furrowed and he got his phone out, pressing buttons until a compass came up on his screen. “Let's go.”
I followed him, trusting that he knew what he was doing. I wouldn't have known how to download a compass on my phone, let alone use it to guide us back to the car.
“So...” I muttered, breaking the silence, “...this date is certainly one that I'll remember in the future.”
He glanced down at me, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “Maybe tell your friend that I fought with the stag and won.”
I smiled and threaded my arm through his. “You're my knight in blood-stained armour, rescuing me from the randy attack of a stag who was ready to rut me.”
“That got dark,” he said, his eyebrows lowering, “I like it.”
“The idea of a stag rutting me?”
Shrugging, he winced and almost stumbled, stopping us in our tracks. We looked at one another, our gazes serious as we both questioned what the other was thinking.
“Shall we take a minute?” I asked, pointing at a tree.
He turned and leant against it, a sigh escaping him as he lifted his foot and rested it on a small stump nearby. “What did you think after our little experiment with the chair the other night?” he asked, his gaze seeking mine as I examined the blood on his jeans.
Swallowing, I stood and pressed my body against his. He held my shoulders and stared down into my eyes, a little smile coming to his lips.
“I liked it,” I breathed, “Although, I want you to actually take me next time.”
His eyes grew hooded, and he ran his hands around my hips to my arse, squeezing my cheeks hard. “As you can tell, I like to control. Will you let me control you, little one?”
My mouth opened on a small gasp as he slapped my arse and pinched hard. The thrill of it sent tingles to my pussy, making it clench. I was out of my depth, again, but I understood why he liked the pain/pleasure cycle.
“Do you mean like... you're my Dom?” I had heard about the BDSM scene, but I had no idea of the intricacies. “Like Fifty shades of Grey?”
Smiling, he dropped his head and caught my lips with his. The kiss was soft, chaste, until I grabbed the back of his neck and tried to force him to kiss me properly. He pulled back immediately, ripping his head away. Ah, yeah, I was supposed to be the submissive one.
