It was my own fault she had escaped. I thought she would behave, pfft, that was a delusional thought, when had she ever been one to obey. I've always had to enforce my will on her, break her spirit everytime until she was a whimpering mess on her knees before me, dripping with my cum and begging for more.
But I digress.
It was meant to be a lovely afternoon drive, get us out of the house after working all week and before succumbing to the cabin fever.
And then the rain came, bucketing down on Saturday so, to not make a waste of the day, we spent it watching dumb movies and fucking each other silly. But it cleared a little on Sunday, the dark stormy clouds threatened biblical rain but just hung in the air like spectres, so fuck it, let's go. We jumped in the car excited to get out of the house and took off. There was a newly gazetted national park that I wanted to check out so headed in that direction.
She wanted to go to the beach but that was a 6 hour return drive and there was actual rain buffeting the coast so, even though she knew we couldn't, she was pouting.
The dirt road into the forest was recently graded, smooth and slick from the rain. Slipping around the muddy corners at speed was fun and while she tried to keep up the pouting, I could see her smile shining through sometimes.
God she was gorgeous.
Now the plan was to stay in the car, it was wet, the trees were still dripping, the ground was muddy, and it was pretty through the windows. I should have locked the doors. We pulled up at the small rest area deep in the park, a couple of picnic tables exposed to the elements and a discrete toilet structure set a bit further back. There were no other cars in the carpark and the sound of nature, native birds and the wind filtered through the windows. Nearby was a sign saying 'Butterfly falls 400m' and a path leading off deeper into the dense native forest.
'Ooh butterfly falls, I want to see'
I cup her face and bring her eyes to mine 'We both agreed that we were going to stay in the car'. She pulls away, her pout deepening and reaches for the handle.
'Don't' I say using the voice that implies punishment, pain. My body already readying itself for a chase.
She giggles, maybe not picking up the tone in my voice or, not caring, or even craving a punishment, it has been a couple of days. Opening the door and sliding out of the car, avoiding my hand that reaches out to grip her shoulder.
'Fuck'
As she scampers down the path to the falls, almost skipping, her light summer dress blowing around her, I turn off the car, get out and go around to close her door. Looking back to her, almost disappearing around a bend, I try one last time.
'Stop' my voice hardens, a hint of anger at her disobedience sinking in. She pokes out her tougne at me as she disappears around the corner.
A slight cruel smirk curls at the edge of my lips.
'As you wish' I say under my breath before I yell to her in the empty forest 'Run'.
And I take off after her.
My eyes darken as I start to chase slow wide strides, my wide shoulders and barrelled chest swinging, not used to running but loving the chase, turning the corner where I last saw her. I see her, further than I thought, about 50m away. She looks back to see me, smirking, but I'm not reluctantly following, did she not hear me tell her to run? She realises I'm chasing. She panics and starts running herself, primal instincts kicking in. She knows I'm angry, disappointed in her and knows that punishment is coming.
And she wants it.
Long strides as I close the distance, my hunger for her increasing, my need to take her, here, to claim her as mine. A primal need in this primal place, my possessive nature asserting itself with every step. I study her body as I get closer, mud running up the back of her calves, when did she lose her shoes? Her dress, wet, no longer flowing, the pastel material clinging to the back of her thighs, her back. I can see the muscles tensing in her neck, looking back at me a look of panic etched across her face.
Then she leaves the path. And I know I have her.
