The night was dark with a fog so thick you could barely see the bright moon shining through into the woods below. The muffled sounds of a woman panting and her feet crunching the dried fall leaves was all that could be heard in the near deafening silence.
She stopped in a small clearing and looked up at the sky. The moon reflected into her bright blue eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. She reached up running a hand through her long tangled curls of dark brown hair, getting it out of her face so she could wipe the sweat off her brow that had seemed to form despite the rapidly cooling temperatures. Feeling safe in that moment she leaned back against a tree and closed her eyes, letting her body go still. The pounding of her heart seemed to fill the air around her. Even though she knew better, she was so sure that he could hear it beating like the heart of a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding vehicle. She pushed her short, curvy form off the tree and looks around slowly, deciding to begin sneaking, looking for a place to hide instead of attempting to outrun him. Her eyes darted left and right frantically as she moved slowly from tree to tree as quietly as she could.
Along the edge of the wood line he stood, casually leaning his tall frame against a tree with a smirk upon his face. His arms crossed his chest as he scanned the forest. She should have known better then to run from him, but if this was the game she wanted to play, he planned on winning it. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the flame lighting up his face briefly before disappearing again leaving him in an orange hue with each inhale. "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty....." He growled out into the night air, knowing that if she heard him it would cause her to panic and begin messing up even faster than he knew she would. Each single casual step of his as he walked through the forest left a loud crunch behind, as if he didn't care that she could hear him trailing behind her, breathing down her neck, stalking her every move like the prey that she had become.
The wind blew softly and carried his soft growl to her ears causing the hair upon the back of her neck to stand up and a shudder to run down her spine. She whimpers softly and quickly darts behind a tree. Her mind running a million miles an hour trying to find an escape even as she berated herself for running from him. She knew that if he caught her she would have hell to pay. The clouds above broke, sending a shaft of light between two trees that lead into a small grove. "Oh... that is perfect.... When those clouds come back he won't be able to find me at all!!" She thinks to herself and takes off at a dead run toward it before the beam of light was gone. Ducking into the protective cover of the grove she hid herself down between two bushes and stared at the only way in and out of it. Her body trembling in fear.... And was that....excitement she felt? What was going on with her body? It shouldn't be reacting this way at all. A man like him, practically hunting her through the woods....She must be going crazy, but sure enough... the wetness was beginning to soak through her cotton panties and onto her dark jeans. The tall confidant man continued to stroll through the forest as if it were a day in the park. That girl knew nothing about hiding her trail... every broken branch; every smeared step in the leaves gave away her trail.
As he took the final drag off his smoke he too saw the beam of light, breaking through the cloudy night sky. A smirk crossed his face as he shook his head. "Oh my Kitten... you wouldn't be so naive to follow the light now would you...of course you would.... Light means safety." He approached the entrance to the grove and stopped. His body and presence seemed to fill the whole space up as he once more crossed his arms across his chest.
Slowly, almost if stalking, his eyes moved across the small clearing. Several times his gaze crossed her small hiding space as the moonlight began to fade. Thinking she was safe in the darkness, she sank further back into it, slowly trying to turn herself to crawl through the underbrush to get away. Her knee hit a twig, snapping it. She gasped very quietly then clenched her mouth shut, screwing up her face in disappointment that she would make such a big mistake when she knew he was right there! She heard him begin to move so she scampered, pulling herself as quickly as she could through the bushes but she just wasn't quick enough. A strong hand landed upon her ankle and began dragging her back into the clearing. She dug her nails into the ground, fighting with every ounce of energy left in her body to try to get away from his all-encompassing grasp, but to no avail. As he dragged her she left long deep marks in the dirt. Filling her nail beds with its filthiness, her hair disheveled and filled with twigs, leaves and brambles. Her once milky white skin that would seem to glow when the light hit it was tarnished by the sweat and filth of the forest that she'd stupidly run through.
Once her body reached the middle of the grove he stopped, letting her ponder for a moment what was going through his head. His eyes slowly moved over her body, Tsking as he reached her hair. She lay there panting, trembling, nearly terrified of his towering body before he began to lower himself on top of her. Using her plump rear as a seat cushion he began yanking out the twigs and leaves, savoring each yelp and small mew of pain that the tugging brought forth.
"Now what ever shall I do with you...You run from me... get my property filthy with dirt...and your hair... is a mess. I should shave it all off of your head in punishment little Kitten for disobeying me like that. You know better.... I trained you better than this...." He grabbed a handful of her hair tugging her head back roughly so that her back was slightly arched toward him. Her small scream of pain brought a smile to his face. His free hand reached down and began dusting off the grime off her milky white skin.
"What a mess you have made of yourself. I am very disappointed in you Kitten." With a soft whimper she tries to look at him out of the corner of her eye, pouting up at him, practically begging to leniency. The grin on his face as his hand gripped her hair harder let her know there would be none of that. He stood, removing his weight from her back and slowly pulled her up to her feet by her hair.
"Turn and look at me Kitten... I want to see how much you have damaged my property..." He growls into her ear. She does as ordered her eyes dropped to the ground as she turns, his hand still gripping her hair so very tightly. She shivers as his eyes begin drifting over her scratched up dirty face. A snarl forming upon his soft lips as he spoke.
"Just look at you... Filthy... nearly ruined the beauty of your face....I can't stand to even look at you!" Rather quickly he spun her back around and began to push her by her head over to a tree. Her soft whimpers slowly grew into sobs of apologies, her tiny voice lost in the howling of the wind as the fall breeze picked up, preparing the world for a cold night. He pushes her up against the tree, squishing her breasts hard against its surface as he places his lips to her ear.
"I bring you under my loving protective wings... I train you... I teach you to take care of yourself, to love yourself as I love you.... And the night that you are meant to take my collar you run from me? How... Dare..You" He bites down hard on her shoulder, pressing the length of his body against hers. His tall form completely enveloping her short frame as a long low moan of pleasure escapes her mouth. A bulge that had begun to form pressed into the small of her back.
"Wrap your arms around that tree... and hold on... You are in so much trouble and the night is oh so very young..." his voice is low and menacing as he releases her from the bite. She does exactly as she is told, too scared to defy him any longer. Suddenly the whisssssh of a belt being rapidly pulled out of a pair of pants is heard behind her. She dares not move but instead clenches her eyes tight and prepares for the sting of cold, rough leather against her trembling body.
As her hands clenched the tree, her breath quickened. Over and over again she berated herself mentally for running. She knew this is what she wanted. She wanted the weight of his collar upon her neck, ever a reminder of his protection, love, and of the many promises he'd made her. Ending the loneliness, fulfilling her every desire, teaching her new and exciting things to bring her pleasure and of course pain. She was weak! That was the only thing the voice in her head kept telling her. Weakling, you deserve none of his affection, none of his pride, none of his protection. He should leave you to the wolves.
She whimpered in sadness, her head hanging slightly as the heat of his stare drove right through her body, almost as if he could see straight into her soul. "Master...Please... I beg of you... I promise I won't do it again... I don't know what I was thinking..." His hand firmly landed upon her plump rear, the sound of it echoing through the empty forest. "Did I give you permission to speak Kitten...? I do not remember doing so... so shut it..." His words were so harsh compared to the normal compassionate tone he always used with her. He left his hand where he'd spanked her and began rubbing it. A sound of pleasure could be heard as his hand slid up her side to her full breast where he roughly grabbed a handful and squeezed it causing her to whimper. "Oh I do love hearing you in pain..." He removed his hands just as quickly and walked around the tree, that belt that she'd been so terrified was going to beat her... was now being used as a bondage device to hold her exactly where he wanted her.
"I would gag you... but then I couldn't hear you scream little one..." He said with a smirk as he finished lashing her to the tree. With slow methodical movements he pulled a pocket knife out and opened it. He ran the blade along her shirt sleeve, cutting it ever so slowly, barely allowing the blade to caress her skin. He placed the dull edge of the knife against her lips. "Bite it... I need both my hands for a moment. "She followed his instructions, too scared to defy him anymore. With a loud riiiiiiiip he ripped her sleeve clear up to the shoulder point. She inhaled sharply, her eyes following his every move. He removed the blade from her mouth and repeated the same thing to her other sleeve allowing the chilly night air to hit her skin. He very carefully brushed her long brown curls away from her back, exposing her neck to him. With feather soft kisses he soothed her, even as the knife began to cut into the neckline of her shirt. With one swift motion he stabbed the knife into the tree and brutally ripped her shirt clean open exposing her pale back to him.
