Page 28 of Hollow Forest

Teeth sinking into my bottom lip, I moved.

“Now lower them.”

My legs trembled, muscles tight and shaky, but the pressure made me gasp again. This time, it sounded like relief. I squeezed my eyes closed and surrendered.

And kept moving.

I was fucking myself on the knife I’d stabbed my stalker with because he told me to do it. I ached for relief. The sensation was nothing like being filled by a finger or cock. There was no warmth or yield. Still, I continued to rise and fall, hips tipping and legs straining to keep the movement where I needed it.

“You’re dripping all over it,” the beastly apparition chuckled, the sound filled with dark triumph. “You love playing dirty, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. Sending any extra oxygen to my brain to formulate a verbal response would break the spell.

Something cold pressed against my pussy. I sucked in a sharp breath, body scrambling to recognize the foreign object. It slipped between my folds and rubbed with a delicious friction against my clit.

My revolver.

The bastard was seizing every loophole of our deal. This proved how much power he held over me. He could fuck me without touching me. He rolled the barrel over my clit, slow enough to memorize every twitch of my ruined self-control.

I bucked and ground down, chasing the fevered burst of pleasure. I was so far gone that I nearly lost my balance, but his hand on the chain of the cuffs kept me from crashing face first in the earth.

“You’re going to come like this,” he said, voice sharp and hungry and all the more punishing for how certain he sounded. “You’re going to make a mess, and you’ll thank me for it.”

He traced lazy, taunting circles around my clit. He was the maestro in this macabre play, and I was the marionette, playing to his tune. The handle of the knife jabbed deeper with every grind.

“Show me how greedy you are, beautiful.”

My body reeled. The air crackled with a dark energy. The fiendish trees rattled with delight as the whole forest seemed to share in the spectacle.

“You love how that feels, don’t you.”

I should be horrified how right he was.

But I was surging toward the edge. My pussy throbbed. The muscles of my core clenched tight. Whimpers and stifled pleas whispered past my lips. My movements turned frantic as I chased the impending release.

“I know your secret, Samantha,” he rasped, words snapping between us. “You play a pretty good game, pretending to be the quiet, lonely girl living alone in that cottage. But that’s not you. I saw it the moment you stepped off that bus. You’re a predator, just like me. That’s why you’re out here, fucking yourself on your weapons in the middle of the night.”

I unraveled. There was no other word for it.

The world shrank to the coil of pressure building inside me, to the relentless thrusting of wood inside me, and to the obscene, hard touch of the revolver on my clit. My body was a live wire. Every nerve sang with voltage. I jerked, stifling a cry, and the trees above me hummed in anticipation. The fall air was sharp, laced with wet leaves and the dying green of autumn grass. It scraped down my throat, cold as steel, until even my breath felt erotic.

The masked monster didn’t let up. He spun the barrel, the metal slick with my wetness, and I felt every notch and groove grind against the swollen nerves of my sex. My thighs ached. I tried to slow myself, but my body wasn’t under my jurisdiction anymore. I was a thing possessed by need, by the compulsion to chase that shattering feeling to the end of the world.

“I want you to come,” he growled. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

I sobbed, the sound torn straight from my soul.

The forest changed as I came. Where the moonlight had been blue, it turned lurid white, and the shadows between the trees stretched long and trembling. The earth was a bruised, dark sponge beneath my knees, and I clenched the rough stickiness of the hilt as I orgasmed hard. The pleasure spiked, edged with panic and something like mourning.

A sob hitched my throat.

Oh, shit!

It was a desperate mourning. Tears welled in my eyes as I crashed back into reality.

Chapter 11 – The Monster

My beautiful little monster wept.