The first cold raindrop hit the bare skin of my left shoulder and slowly left a trail of goosebumps down my back as it navigated my already slick flesh. Seeing the storm approaching, I'd thrown a playful glance over my shoulder, stripped my clothes, and dashed out the front door before Chris could recover from his surprise.
I knew it wouldn't take him long to catch up. He was a faster runner. And more importantly, he was not the type of man to back down from a challenge - especially not from the woman who usually played by his rules. What could I say? I enjoyed the game of being a brat from time to time, and we both enjoyed the added excuses for punishment.
A bolt of lightning far closer than expected brought me back from my reverie. I jumped with a squeal at the bright flash and loud crack immediately following it. I dashed into the trees, knowing I would be safer from the storm under their shelter. I kept running, grabbing a quick backwards glance from time to time, but there was no sign of my pursuer. Rain started to fall in earnest, washing away my sweat and leaving my skin tingling and cool. To my dismay, the rain in the leaves also hid any sounds Chris might make while chasing me. If I knew him, he would try to catch me by surprise. In fact, I was counting on it.
The rain was turning the dirt path through the forest to mud, and I slowed slightly, lest I lose my footing as it became increasingly slick. The wind picked up, and I felt the moment it brushed across my bare chest, pulling my nipples to tiny points as it quickly chilled the sensitive buds. I smiled as a small thrill poured into me. He loved when my body was responsive and ready before he even touched me, and I secretly enjoyed being turned on, even desperately frustrated, until it was time to play.
Alone in the darkness, I drank in the sights and sounds of the forest, hoping for a clue to my pursuer's location. Frequent flashes of lightning gave me enough light to pick my path as they threw the trees into patterns of light and shadow. Raindrops on the leaves filled my surroundings with a drumming roar, drowning out any other sounds from my vicinity. I had started the game; now all I could do was keep moving.
Cold and alone, I kept up my pace, hoping to fight the chill in the air with some heat from my movement. Doubling back along a different path, I moved back towards the safety of the house. He would claim me either way, but there was pride in avoiding him until I made it home, and at least inside, my body would be warmer.
The mud squished between my toes as I ran, and I imagined for a moment having him push me down on my back and feeling the mud coating my body as he claimed me on this private forest path. Heat burst through me at the thought, sending rivulets of warm liquid rushing out between my legs as I continued my sprint. Rain pouring on my body carried the heat and wetness in streams down my legs, and I shuddered as I felt the cold water connect with the source of my heat.
I saw the light from the house ahead through the forest, and increased my pace. The proud part of me wanted to win at this game. But my darker side sincerely hoped I wouldn't.
My adrenaline kicked into high gear as I started to pass the last row of trees, ready to put in one more burst of speed to carry me to the warmth and safety of home. But Chris had other plans. I saw the flash of movement far too late to dodge, and with a crash and a yelp, I found myself pressed face first against a large tree. The rough bark dug into my sensitive flesh, teasing at my hardened nipples and leaving me moaning. He'd caught me, and now I would be claimed, in the wet and the darkness, by the light of the storm as it raged around us.
One of his large hands laced into my hair, holding it tightly as he pinned me mercilessly against the trunk. A moment later, his other hand was under my left leg, lifting and bending it, opening my holes to his use. The flash of lightning left him moaning, and I imagined the light reflecting off the sticky fluid dripping from my core, telling him how badly I needed this. As the thunder cracked behind the flash of light, I felt him fill me, pressing into my wetness, and groaning as he felt my heat envelop him.
"Cup your tits together so your nipples press harder into the tree. You decided to run, you're going to feel everything that goes with getting claimed outside in a thunderstorm, my little slut."
His voice was rough and dark, somehow audible over the noise of the storm. It was tinder to the smouldering heat that had been building inside me since I started the chase.
I followed his instructions, squeezing my soft flesh and pushing my hard nipples into the rough bark. His hand still held me captive by the hair, and his arm found purchase on my back, pressing my chest aggressively against the tree even as his other hand pulled my hip and open leg against him.
I groaned loudly as he thrust himself deep inside me, slamming repeatedly against the end of my tunnel. It hurt, but I thrived in the pain of this rough use, and he was more than happy to oblige my desires.
"Is this what you wanted, my naughty little minx? To be fucked hard, outside, while the storm rages around us?"
His question was punctuated by another loud crack of thunder, far closer than I expected. I jumped at the lightning, whimpering as the sudden movement only ground my already aching chest harder against the tree.
Pinning my leg against the tree with his own, I felt his hand crash down on my wet ass cheek as he continued to drive into me hard and fast, overwhelming my body with stimulation and need. Needing no encouragement, I dutifully counted as he spanked my cold flesh, wincing at the increased pain of each slap, magnified by the rain.
As I reached fifteen, the first tears started to flow, and I heard his answering growl. My pain was fuel for his desires, and I could feel his mood shift into the overwhelming need to fully dominate me. I needed a reminder of who was Alpha in this relationship, and I was going to get it.
