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The girl stops for a moment to catch her breath. Her lungs are burning - she has been running for some time now. Fit as she is, this is nothing like her typical jog in the park. Here almost every step is a fight. She is deep in the woods and has been struggling to find a path. Branches are tangling in her long hair and whipping her across the face, bushes are scratching her bare legs and she keeps stumbling over roots. Her knees are scraped and she is covered in scratches and cuts.
At least she has shoes on, but not much else. She is wearing just a t-shirt, no bra underneath, and panties. If she weren't panicking so much, she might have felt cold. No time to think about that though. No time to think at all. She is being hunted and the only thing in her head is the blind imperative to not get caught.
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Finally they arrive at the place. It was a long drive but once they got off the highway, the countryside was beautiful. Lush, green pastures, rapeseed fields in brilliant yellow, bright, blue sky full of promise. Late spring has always been her favorite season.
The cottage in front of them is a lovely, wood-clad building with a luxurious feel and all the modern amenities one could ask for, yet still cozy and warm. The girl has been looking forward to a weekend away for a long time and she is glad she didn't come alone.
The man sitting in the driver's seat is gorgeous - tall, strong and handsome in a rugged way. A man's man. She turns to look at him and feels her insides clench with desire - that sweet craving which stems from the fear of not knowing what is to come, mixed with anticipation and fantasy. He looks at her with his piercing green eyes and she sees in them that her emotions are reciprocated. And something more as well - the intention to possess her. The intensity in his stare is so strong, for a second she gets scared. What was she thinking - coming in the middle of nowhere with a man she barely knows! But she blinks and that look is gone, as if it was only her imagination. He smiles at her, tells her to wait and goes out to open the door for her. Such a gentleman, she thinks. Of course he wouldn't do anything bad to her, right?
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The girl leaves him to deal with the luggage as she walks into the cottage, taking in the beautiful, welcoming interior. If only she could stay here for more than two days! It is so peaceful! She can't wait to snuggle on the large sofa with a cup of aromatic rooibos and enjoy the beautiful, serene scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. She could spend the entire day just reading a book, every now and then lifting her head to marvel at the landscape and rest her eyes on the greenery.
She is startled out of her reverie when his strong hand grabs her neck from behind and spins her to face him. Before she has had a moment to say anything, he leans down and kisses her, his hand still squeezing and keeping her in place. She parts her lips willingly and their tongues encircle each other in a slow, tantalizing dance. The kiss is so delicious, she falls into the rabbit hole of him - his stubble brushing against her skin, the smell of his woody perfume, the feel of his chest against hers, the unwavering strength in his fingers on the back of her neck. It's been a long time since she has been held like that and her excitement rises quickly. Without realizing it, she has missed this so much! The power, the possessive desire, the absoluteness of his being in charge. But still there is a tiny voice of reason at the back of her head telling her she doesn't know this man enough to trust him yet. Despite the need in her body, she should try to keep a clear head.
He pulls back from the kiss and moves his hand to her throat. He is not using much force yet - it is very tempting to press harder and watch as her gaze unfocuses, filling with want and, as the pressure increases - first confusion and then fear - but there will be a time for that. Now he is still only testing his playground and its limits. Her lips are parted a little, desire radiating from her, and in that moment she is so pure and sweet, so soft in his hands that a wave of excitement crashes into his body, catching him by surprise.
"Take off your clothes" he orders.
The girl doesn't expect this development but she obeys. Her jacket drops on the ground. He lets go of her so that she can remove her t-shirt. He doesn't have to hold her - he commands her just with a look, by willing it so. She stands there in her bra and jeans and looks down. He can see she is blushing slightly and her embarrassment turns him on even more.
