The Chase

She ran.

She dashed out the door of the cabin and back into the chilled night, her hands still in handcuffs from earlier. Her flip flops squished against the soft earth of the forest floor, the fallen branches scratching the sides of her feet as she moved. She didn't care though; she was finally getting what she dreamt of. Her husband had arranged the perfect scene for her, and she was not going to waste the opportunity because she was a little ouched. She could hear him and The Dom closing the cabin door and beginning their hunt for her. Thank God it was dark.

She risked a glance back to see how far away they might be from her. They had given her a couple breaths of a head start. She could barely see them herself, and then she heard a small stick crack a few feet away from her. Her neck snapped the way the sound came, just as a hand came over her mouth.

"Ah ah ah little girl, there is no running from the inevitable." His voice was filled with mock concern and her insides melted at the thought of being captured by him. Part of her didn't want to make it as easy as a 30 second escape though. The need to fight him was

strong.

She knew he wouldn't just give up on her or think she was too much trouble if she decided to fight back.

She pushed her ass back into him hard and jerked her shoulders to get his grip off. It was easier than she thought, and she began to expect maybe he wanted the thrill of the chase too. So she took off back into the forest, hearing the men begin to talk low from somewhere behind her. Smiling, she found a bush to crouch down in. Her hands being behind her was really affecting her balance and speed, so she began to move her arms in awkward angles to bring the cuffs to the front of her body. Succeeding at that made her feel powerful. The cuffs may still be on, but she was going to give these men a run for their money. The competitive nature in her fired up some more, and she stuck her head out of the bush to check her surroundings. She couldn't hear or see them anymore.

Crawling out of the bush was risky with the forest floor being filled with stones and twigs that dug into her soft skin, but it felt safer to stay low than it would be to stand and be spotted. The two men could be anywhere and that thrill made her blood pound. Part of her already wanted to give in and be used by her husband and The Dom.

How much longer can I deny myself? Deny them?

Knowing she needed to push on, she stood up and began to move quietly through the forest. The trees provided good cover and soon enough she happened upon one of the men. Her husband stood a few feet away. His hand seemed to be holding a chain not unlike the one The Dom had put on her collar in the car. The hair on the back of her neck stood. Not even her husband was showing up to the scene unprepared. The men must have really planned this out to a T; her husband was not the type of man to engage in BDSM scenes under normal circumstances. A smile fell on her lips with the realization of how loved she is.

Staring at her husband had cost her though. Her hair was suddenly yanked backwards until she landed into The Dom's chest. The scent of him messed with her senses. Her natural response to his dominance was to let him have her, but she continued to play up the role of unwilling victim anyways. She was having too much fun to quit now.

"Stop. Running." His voice held a touch of fake irritation and annoyance. It did all the good things to her insides. A chill ran up her spine and the force of it pulled her head away from The Dom enough for her to see his face slightly now. The look he was giving her left no question of his desire to capture her. A smirk both softened his face and enraptured her attention with him further. The eye contact was so intense, she had not realized her husband had crept up on her to chain the handcuffs to the leash again. Hearing the click of the lock jerked her back into the moment.

"There you are honey! We have been looking everywhere for you!" Her husband's tone reassured her he was having fun with this too and not just doing it for her. Her husband's hand lightly gripped her chin and tilted it up so he could kiss her softly. It was almost too soft for this scene, but somehow it felt right in that moment to be so comforted by him. She let her adoration show in the kiss she gave him back.

Her hair being yanked back brought her right back into the fantasy and her pulse set off again just as it had with the initial grab on the street, all that time ago. "Let's go. Move." The Dom's hand still held her hair tightly against her head so she had no choice but to follow where he led.

The cabin came into view again and her heart began to speed up. This was it. Her last chance to run had to be now. She did a mental check over her body and each nerve that was on fire from being restrained by the men. Her men were bigger guys that had serious strength, but the grip on her hair was now nothing more than a whisper from the harshness of the grip from earlier. The leash attached to the cuffs was jingling with how loose her husband held it.

A smile crept up her face as she fake tripped into The Dom's side. Immediately, the urge to make sure she was okay and not actually hurt overtook him and his hold of her hair released as his hands tried to catch her. Before The Dom could realize her deceit, she spun around and dashed away from the men hearing the leash fall out of her husband's hand and onto the forest floor.

"BRAT!" The Dom took a large step right onto the end of the leash. The pull yanked her back, choking her and making her fall onto the forest floor. Her back crushed a stick, making her yelp. The men wasted no time. She saw her husband's pants fall to his ankles as he was already lowering himself to kneel between her legs. Her knees tried to close before he could get inside her, but even that plan was foiled with his hands forcefully pushing her legs apart. The grip he had on her stayed as he thrust himself into her tight pussy. There was no prepping her to take all of him, just the thrill of the chase. Lucky for her, the thrill was seductive enough that she was already soaked and ready to be used by these two very special men.

Just as she was about to relax into being repeatedly filled by her husband, The Dom took her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. She had so much overstimulation going on- the stick digging into her back, her cunt being pounded into, the hard cold earth below her and now his hold on her face- she whined and moaned and came all over, nearly squeezing her husband's cock out of her.

"Wow. That was pathetic. This whole chase has been fun little girl, but I am done playing the game. It's time to win. Now, open that slutty little mouth for me before I force it open." The Dom raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if she was going to comply or make him work for it. Between the chase and the cock rhythmically forcing its way inside her, she knew she was done. She wanted them to take her. Her mouth opened and The Dom smiled down at her. "That's my pathetic fangirl. Daddy knows best."

Her eyes widened and she gasped at the title he had just imposed on her, giving him just the opening to shove himself into her eager mouth. This time around she made sure to give him the very best cock worship she could manage. She licked the tip and with one shove from hubs, she was pushed into him. Her mouth hit his base, and she began to learn exactly what he liked. His cock tasted slightly of salty sweat from chasing her around. She ran her tongue up and down his length while still impaling herself to the base of him. His groan above her mixed in with the wet slapping sounds from the fucking, making her moan around his hardness. This set off her husband, his thrusts getting more urgent. The men were really using her now, The Dom finally setting a brutal pace for her. Spit gushed from her lips every time he touched the back of her throat. She was nearly choking from it all, making her cum hard again. The tightening of her throat set off The Dom, triggering his cum to shoot hard enough to fill her throat and mouth with some leaking out onto her cheeks. This was the kind of fuck she had always imagined- dirty, desperate, and delicious.

Air was becoming harder and harder to come by, and finally her body gave out on her. The Dom's cock eased out of her mouth, and after one last thrust her husband's cock left her cunt too. The men took one last look at their used up little victim. With a kiss on each side of her neck from both men, she woke up. It all rushed back to her, and it felt so overwhelming she just laid there and took it all in. These men created such an intense and perfect surprise for her. The grab was mildly scary. The escape was exhilarating. The sex... she would make sure to tell the guys it was

nice.