Hunted Desires Ch 01

***Jess***

The clock on the large bell tower struck midnight as I raced through the dark forest. The only sounds I could hear were the crunching of loose twigs and leaves under my feet as I raced through the maze of trees. The moon hung low, providing an eerie backdrop in the night sky. I had no idea where I was running to, or even for how long, but my legs were burning from overexertion, and I really felt like I could collapse at any moment.

My heart pounded in my chest with each beat. With each rapid beat I felt like I would fall over from exhaustion. My feet were sinking into the ground as mud curled around my freshly painted toes. The designer dress I had bought just days before was torn and covered in mud, my shoes lost forever in the dark.

I leaned against a tree, trying to catch my breath as running became slower and slower. The fear pulsing through my body was making my eyes dart all over the darkness to ensure no one was close. Every rustling sound of leaves, every whisper of breeze, brought a new wave of panic into my body.

I rushed behind a fallen tree I spotted in the near distance. I rushed behind it, lying flat and trying to cover my body with moss and pine needles. The only sound I could hear was the loud thumping of my heart as I struggled to catch my breath, mortally afraid of detection. My fingernails, still perfectly manicured from the salon trip Ian had surprised me with yesterday, dug into the damp earth. How quick things had changed-from spicing things up a little to becoming prey in this sadistic game of hide and seek.

A sob threatened to break loose from my throat. I clamped my hand over my mouth as my eyes began to sting. Where was Ian? Had he known this was going to happen? Was he searching for me, or playing this twisted game as well?

"Come out, come out wherever you are," a sadistic voice laughed from afar. I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering; my breath had hitched.

"You know I'm just going to find you. And when I do, it's only going to be worse for you." The voice was closer now, though from which direction, I couldn't tell, nor how far away. I slammed my eyes shut, praying I'd done enough to stay camouflaged as I tried hard to recall how I'd gotten in this God-forsaken place to begin with.

****

My mind raced, fragments of memory flashing through my consciousness. The events leading up to this moment played out like a surreal movie in my head.

It had begun two weeks ago. Ian and I had been lying in bed, both of us panting after our latest round of heavy lovemaking. Just when I was about to doze off to sleep, he broached the subject.

"Jess," he said, his fingers slowly snaking over my thigh, "what would you think about. spicing things up a bit?"

I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow, curious. "What do you mean? You want to tie me up again?" I gave a devilish smile. I loved that Ian tried so hard to be more dominant, but the truth was it wasn't in his nature. He's a great guy. A nice guy and after what happened with my ex, nice was exactly what I needed.

He had hesitated, his eyes betraying a playful nervousness. "I heard about this... exclusive party. It's supposed to be pretty wild."

"Wild how?" I asked, my lips biting as my curiosity was piqued. I let my fingers travel over his body, lightly grazing his soft cock.

Ian's smile broadened, and I felt the familiar twitch of him slowly coming back to life. This was...unusual to say the least. "Let's just say it's for couples looking to... mix things up."

This time it had been my turn to be shocked. What precisely had he been asking of me? "Like a swingers party? You wanted us to swing?" Had this been the same Ian I'd been dating for almost a year? I studied his face, a smile starting to form.

"Not swingers, at least I don't think. I don't actually know all the details yet, but from what I hear it can get pretty... racy." His cock was growing in my hand now. Whatever this party was that he wasn't telling me about seemed to get his heart pumping.

"Spice things up huh? So, what we'd fuck in front of them?" I raised a curious eyebrow my hand now slowly pumping his shaft. Who was this man? He got embarrassed when I tried to make out with him in public. There was no way he'd let a bunch of strangers watch us.

Ian hadn't answered my question, but he didn't need to. I had been able to tell by the way his body had been reacting that I had been on the right track. "Or would this party mean we fuck other people? Is that what you want? Is there some whore I don't know about that you want?" My grip tightened more than I intended and Ian let our a small yelp.

"No! Jesus no, I don't want anyone but you, Jess." It was almost cute how hurt he sounded by that. I gave him a loving smile, my grip loosening as my fingers snaked down to massage his balls. I gave each one a gentle squeeze, rolling them in my palm before coming back up to work his shaft.

"Is it me then? You want to see me fuck someone else? To watch as another dick drives into me?" He sucked in air, his cock expanding in my hand, jackpot.

"Just, stop guessing and wait. I don't have all the details, I really don't know much about it." He was thrusting his hips into my hand now, tiny droplets of precum covering my fingers.

"Ian Alexander Thomas, are you imagining me fucking another guy?" I feigned disgust. My fingers wrapping tighter around his meat as he worked himself into a frenzy. "Picturing another man's dick slamming into me? Making me scream as he stretches me open?"

"Jess... fuck," he moaned the instant he started to throb in my hand. My mouth fell open in shock as I felt his warm seed cover my palm. His body continued to spasm and I watched in awe as his second orgasm rocked him in a short matter of time. I purred into his ear, my hand slowly coming to a stop.

"Wow, that was... unexpected," I laughed, kissing his cheek as I felt his breathing start to calm. This was a side of Ian I'd never seen before. I still didn't know exactly what this party was all about or if either of us would be up for whatever was going to happen. But I couldn't deny the thrill I just experienced from my boyfriend imagining... whatever he was imagining.

After that night, Ian dropped a few more hints about the party. Each morsel of information sent a thrill of anticipation through me. The idea of the party consumed us both. I still didn't know what was expected of us, but what I did know was that every time we talked about it, the sex that night was magical. A secluded mansion. Strict confidentiality agreements. A guest list made up only of the crème de la crème, most adventurous couples. My mind naturally drifted to some of those cheesy movies I'd seen: rooms full of intricate sex devices, couples splattered on the floor enjoying each other, not knowing where one couple started and another ended. I laughed at the thought of Ian in an orgy; it was just not something I could envision.

The closer it got, the more excited I got. I spent hours getting ready, picking an outfit for what to wear: sexy yet sophisticated. I'd already decided on a slinky black dress that outlined my body and some stilettos that made my legs look like they went on forever. Ian was wearing a black and white tux with a bow tie on. He looked like a nerdy James Bond, and I thought that was hot as fuck.

Ian and I were getting ready for the party in a blur of nervous anticipation and oodles of champagne. Driving out of town, as the GPS led us farther and farther out into the countryside, butterflies danced in my stomach.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Ian, with a last sudden flutter of nerves that made my voice quaver.

He leaned over and squeezed my hand. "We don't have to do anything we're not comfortable with. We can leave anytime. Besides it could be.fun."

"You still haven't told me what exactly is going to happen tonight," I said with a grin.

"I still have no idea," he replied with a nervous laugh.

By the time we actually arrived, this Mansion that promised seemed to resemble something closer to a Gothic cathedral. Lights were on illuminating the grand entrance to sleek sports cars that lined driveways in a circle, reflecting the eerie glow back outwards from their smooth, polished surfaces. One could tell by just looking at the cars in the driveway that we didn't belong here. How was Ian able to get an invite?

An old clock tower rose into the darkness of the rear, standing taller than anything else that surrounded the property. Its aged face barely visible in the dim light. As we neared it, the clock struck ten with deep, rich chimes that seemed to reverberate across the estate.

A valet materialized out of the darkness to take our keys, and I half expected him to tell us he'd wandered into some sort of horror film. As we mounted the marble steps, my stilettos clicking a staccato rhythm against the stone, anxiety curdled in the pit of my stomach. My heart raced along with the dying echoes of the clock tower as I reached for Ian's hand.

Inside, though, it was a whole different story. Crystal chandeliers hung from the center of the room above the crowd, attractive people decked out in designer clothes mingled with one another. Their laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air as a waiter appeared with a tray of bubbly champagne. Ian handed me a glass and we clinked them together.

"To new adventures," he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Whatever happens tonight, we face it together." The smile he gave me was warm, but there was a mischievous glint in his eye I hadn't seen before. He was up to something, and my body tingled with trying to figure out what it was.

I watched, entranced, as bubbles tickled my nose. A woman in a red dress was standing in one corner, whispering into her partner's ear, furiously blushing. Near the grand staircase, a couple was involved in what looked like a very intimate conversation with another pair.

"What exactly happens here?" I whispered to Ian.

He shrugged, turning his face for fear that he was going to say more than he actually wanted to. "I guess we'll find out together."

As the night wore on, the atmosphere changed subtly. The music grew slower, more sensual. The lights dimmed, creating a more intimate feeling. Couples disappeared upstairs, returning disheveled and flushed. I sensed the shift in the mood, the change in energy. People were no longer trying to hide their desires they were letting them out into the open.

I felt a rush run through my body. What exactly was this night holding for us? Just as I was going to ask Ian if perhaps we should take a look around, he leaned in close, his warm breath near my ear.

"I'm going to get us some more drinks," he whispered, his eyes glancing around the room. "Don't go anywhere without me, all right?"

I nodded and he vanished into the tide of faces. Of course, without him present, I felt exposed, vulnerable. Anticipation fluttered in my chest. Eagerly, I waited for him to get back so that we could go on a further expedition of the place.

"You're way too gorgeous to be left alone. I'm surprised the vultures haven't circled yet," a deep voice said from behind me as I turned and found piercing green eyes staring back at me. At first, I wasn't even sure he was talking to me. But as his chiseled jaw tilted upward into a smile, I realized he must be.

"My boyfriend just went to get us drinks. I'm fine thanks. Although it does seem some vultures are near," I shot him a confident smirk, letting him know I wasn't one to be messed with.

"Fine indeed," he said, reaching out to twirl a strand of my red hair between his fingers. I should have slapped him on the spot, but I was too paralyzed by such a daring move. The audacity of this guy.

"Was there something else?" I snapped, his staring at me without uttering another word continued. It would have been creepy if I didn't find him so.

"The name's Caleb. And you are.?"

"Jess. And I'm bored, now if you'll excuse me," I turned to leave but Caleb took a step to the side blocking my path. My heart raced in my chest as I thought of what he could possibly do in a room full of people.

"You're a quite the fire cracker, aren't you?" He said after several tense seconds of him sizing me up. "I'm going to enjoy this hunt." His smile beamed down at me. His perfect teeth showing as he practically eye fucked me before walking away.

****

The memory shattered when a twig snapped nearby. I held my breath, hugging closer to the damp earth. The floor of the forest pulsed with life beneath me; the cadence matched the frantic rhythm of my heart.

"Oh Jess," this voice crooned, "don't you want to finish what we started?"

A chill ran down my spine when footsteps crunched ever closer-I knew that voice. My mind began drifting back to the party. Caleb.

"Come on, Jess. You can't hide forever."

My muscles coiled, ready to spring in any direction. But which direction? The forest stretched infinitely every way, and I wasn't even sure what direction he was coming from.

A hand touched the log concealing me. I bit back a gasp, tasting blood where my teeth pierced my lip.

"Found you," the voice whispered, triumphant.

I felt my heart stop as Caleb clamped down on my arm. I tried to twist away, to break from his grasp, but he was far too strong. In one swift motion he pulled me to my feet slamming my back against the rough bark of a nearby tree. He was close enough now that the stubble of his beard tickled my cheek. The smell of his cologne overpowering my senses.

"Well, would you look at that. I guess I was wrong. I thought you'd be a much harder catch." I balled my hand into a fist wanting to punch the smug bastard in his face, but I couldn't move. His body was pressed against mine, pinning me against the tree. His right hand was on my hip as he stared daggers into my eyes.

Caleb's fingers traced along my collarbone, leaving in their wake a trail of gooseflesh. My eyes darted to the surrounding forest, in desperate appeal that Ian would somehow materialize out of the darkness. His hand drifted lower, achingly slow, as if savoring every inch.

"Go to hell," I returned insolently, knowing full well that the more I struggled, the worse it was going to get. Almost as if he'd read my mind, his hand came off my body to wrap a fistful of my hair into its grasp. I let out a cry of pain and surprise, but it only seemed to excite him further.

"Hell? No, this is my heaven, my playground," he laughed again this time bringing his lips down on my neck. I gasped at both the shock of the physical contact and the sudden slick moisture on my neck. Pain suddenly shot through my body, along with an electric jolt that went straight between my thighs as his teeth clamped down on it breaking the skin.

I could feel the trickle of blood sliding down my neck, and tried to stifle the moan, but Caleb saw right through me.

"Look at you, Jess," he sneered, falling back on me, his lips smeared with a streak of my blood. "Your body betrays you. You're enjoying this, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body responds to mine."

I glared at him, my chest heavy with anger and exertion. "You're disgusting," I spat. "I'm not enjoying anything. You're hurting me."

"Don't play the victim here, princess. You could have left at any time through the night. You knew the risks. What, you thought you and your boyfriend were just going to hang out in some mansion all night? Maybe get a little kinky and let others watch you fuck?" His grip on my hair tightened, that stupid smirk once again appearing on his lips.

"No, you knew the risks. In fact, I think you were hoping for something more adventurous." His hand left my hip and began a steady climb up my rib cage. The little hairs of my skin stood with the touch of his fingers. I hated everything he was saying to me right now.

"I think you were hoping it was me that found you. I think you secretly knew that I could do things to your body that pussy you call a boyfriend could never do" I opened my mouth to yell at him, to tell him to go to hell, but as I did I felt his rough, callused hand on my chest ripping away the cup of my bra. His big fingers pinched my erect nipple as my eyes begged him. Although, I was suddenly unsure what they begged for.

Caleb chuckled, his grip on my hair tightening as he pressed his body even closer to mine. I could feel his arousal hard against my stomach, sending a wave of electricity crashing over me. "Your words say one thing, but your body says another. You're breathing heavy, nipples are rock hard, and I bet if I were to slide my hand between your legs, I'd find you wet and ready."

"You're wrong," I gasped, attempting to disregard the heat that was building between my legs. "I don't want this. I don't want you." The words sounded weak, hollow, even to me. I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince when I said them.

Caleb's smile only grew wider at my protest, his perfectly white teeth glimmered in the moon light. The only marks that showed in a scar on that smug face of his were the droplets of my blood. His fingers continued to roll my nipple between them, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through my body. "Keep lying to yourself, Jess. But let me ask you this. Why was I the one that found you? Where's your precious boyfriend right now? Maybe he's doing this same thing to another girl? Or maybe he's hiding alone in the house, too afraid to run out into the woods at night even to protect his beautiful girlfriend?"

I was shaking my head in denial, but my body seemed to be turning against me while his touch made my mind protest a little. I could feel wetness pool between my legs and my legs grow weak.

Caleb leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let's make a deal, Jess," he whispered, tongue darting over my ear. "I'll stop if you can tell me, honestly, that you don't want this. That you don't want me. But if you can't, if you hesitate even for a second, then you're mine."

I wanted to tell him to go to hell. That he was the last person on Earth that I wanted. But as I opened my mouth, the words wouldn't come out. My body was on fire, my brain no longer in control. I could feel his smile against my skin, his warm breath against the back of my neck.

"Time's up, Jess," he whispered, his hand trailing down my stomach, bundling the fabric of my dress in his hand. I felt my heart go crazy inside my chest, my breathing short and rapid. I knew I needed to stop him, push him away, but my body refused to budge, anticipation hot in my blood.

His hand slid under the fabric of my underwear, and his fingers grazed my wet lips. I gasped in surprise at how wet I was already. My hips bucked forward despite my brain screaming at them to say no, begging for more of his touch. Caleb let out a chuckle, his lips laying claim to mine in a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me, possessing me. I could taste the coppery tang of my blood on his lips, could feel the scratch of his stubble against my skin.

My mind was screaming at me, telling me to push him away, to run, to find Ian, but my body had other plans. My willpower was gone, my hips moved, pressing and circling against his hand. My hands, rather than pushing him away, clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer. I felt the heat emanating from his body, the hard muscles beneath his shirt. My nipples hardened, aching for his touch. His fingers had begun to move-stroking, exploring. I gasped into his mouth as my tongue stroked against his. My eyes fluttered closed over waves of pleasure washing over me, his touch expert, his fingers seeming to know exactly where to go and just how to touch me to cause the most intense sensations.

What the hell is he doing to me? I thought my mind racing on as I chased my release. I need to stop him, but why can't I? I wasn't even sure I wanted to anymore. What the hell is wrong with me?