Running Wild - 3 tales of erotic exploration

by Saskia Walker

  "Yes." He smiled, apparently impressed by her question. "It will help you engage with the location. Blindfolded, your other senses will be stimulated and you will quickly learn about the place that surrounds you. I'll stay with you while you do that."

  Stay with me? What the hell did that mean? He couldn't mean to leave her alone, not now he'd got her out here and fired up for a good shag.

  "The whole time you are blindfolded I will be close by. When I feel you are sufficiently prepared, I will tell you to take the blindfold off and you will begin to walk in the direction ahead of you."

  "You won't be with me?"

  Tomas smiled. "Alexa, I am only setting you free because I intend to hunt you down and catch you."

  Her legs went weak under her. "Ah, I see."

  His eyes glittered, his expression filled with essential male power. "You are my prey, and a very worthy prey you are." He traced his finger over the place where her erect nipple lifted the fragile fabric of the dress she wore, making her squirm.

  He lifted an eyebrow. "Any questions?"

  "None." She had to fight to keep her breathing even, but she was so wired by his suggestion that she didn't think twice about her response.

  Stepping closer, he lifted the blindfold. He paused for one long moment before covering her eyes with the fabric, scrutinizing her in a way that made her feel even hornier. She glanced away and when she did he moved the velvet strip into place, unnerving her again.

  He tied it behind her head, and then he did the last thing she expected him to do right then. He kissed her. Softly, at first, then with more persuasion, his tongue plying into her mouth until she trembled and grew pliant in his arms—and bereft when he broke from her and left her standing there alone.

  Instinctively, she reached out for him. Her vision was almost totally obscured, just a hint of light filtered through the cloth. When she felt him at her back, she gasped aloud. He drew her arms to her sides, keeping her locked in position.

  "Take a deep breath, familiarize yourself with your surroundings."

  She did as he suggested, her intake of breath faltering. Focus, she told herself. When she did, she could smell the distinctive scent of wild summer grass. She hadn't noticed it before.

  "What can you feel?"

  It was so hard to concentrate with him so close against her back. "The sun on my skin, your breath against the back of my neck."

  "Beyond that. Feel beyond that. When you're in the wild, you need to engage a high level of awareness. I know you have the capacity for this, Alexa, because of the attention to detail you show to your work. Now, concentrate, tell me what you hear and feel."

  His body felt deliciously hard against hers and again she struggled to focus on the environment. Her body was still wired from the episode in the car, and she wanted more of that, but she took a slow, deep breath and gave it a shot. "I hear birds. Some are close by, a songbird further away."

  "Yes, what else?" He had his hands around her hipbones and he pulled her back in against him. Something kicked in, and she sensed the things that were around them, things she would barely have noticed, until he made her. "I hear…something mechanical? Really far away. Like maybe a plane, or a train."

  "Good."

  With him at her back every sensation became heightened, as if a greater degree of intensity was gained through the two of them sharing the experience this way.

  He stroked her upper arms. "Do you think we're alone?"

  "The chauffeur. He's still standing on the far side of the car. I didn't hear him move. I don't hear anybody else, not nearby."

  He eased her back against him, and she could feel his erection.

  She trembled in his grasp.

  "Can you smell the sap rising?"

  "Yes. The sap rising, and the warm earth in the sun."

  "There is something about being in the wild, adapting to it. Like sex, it forces us to peel back the layers quickly." He pressed a kiss on the side of her neck, and his voice lowered as he continued. "Whenever I see you, I want you."

  She rested her head back against his shoulder, swaying, melting inside. "I didn't know."

  "In the city, we wear invisible masks. Out here, we can leave those behind, don't you think?"

  She nodded. It was so true, and it was what she wanted, too. He felt really hard now; she could feel his cock against her bottom. She wanted to rub herself against it but he still held her tautly, his hands locked around her arms just above her elbows, pinning her to the spot in his grasp.

  "When I've gone, take off the blindfold and follow the path ahead. Sometimes it's hard to see, but you'll know which way to go. I will find you." He paused. "Do you trust me?"

  Now, there was a loaded question. There was a lot to this man, but deep down she did trust him, and she wanted to know more about him. "Yes, I do trust you."

  He squeezed her gently and she felt him kiss the top of her head. "In the city you are the epitome of elegance, but you've always seemed to me to be a rather wild creature underneath it all. Tamed and trained to behave in a controlled environment. I like to see you that way, but I also want to see you stripped down and raw…I want to see you acting purely on instinct."

  When he said "acting on instinct", he drew her hard against him. She knew what he meant. Stalking. Hunting. Mating. She wanted it too.

  She lowered her head. "I understand."

  He responded to her acknowledgement by letting go of one arm and stroking her hair in a tender, caring gesture. "Show me what you're made of, Alexa."

  Chapter Three

  His challenge still echoed through her mind when he moved away, his footsteps fading, a faint and distant brushing sound through the long grass. Undoing her blindfold, she dropped it to the ground. Blinking in the bright sunlight, she didn't even look around to see where he had gone. Instead, she focused on the dusky path ahead. Winding in between the trees, it seemed both inviting and full of the unknown. As she set off on the trail, her pulse raced. How quickly would he follow? What would he do?

  The path led her into the heart of the forest and sometimes hard to discern, as if barely used. Her senses were on high alert and the color and texture of the forest seduced her; the moss, bracken, and wild grass underfoot, the myriad trees like silent, watching sentinels as she passed amongst them. Where it filtered through the foliage, she enjoyed the sun on her back a moment, and then she darted on as quietly as she could.

  Was Tomas ahead of her, or behind? If he knew the place and could skirt it, he could step out in front of her at some point ahead. The idea of it made her hurry along excitedly and before long she found herself running, the exhilaration making her giddy. A maze of trees lay ahead, but she sought out the path.

  I will find you.

  He would, but she was going to do her best not to make it easy for him. She was fast on her feet and sped along the path, occasionally glancing back over her shoulder. A bush snagged her dress and she heard it rip, but didn't care. Shortly after, she came to a fork in the path and paused, catching her breath as she did so.

  To the left she could see the trees began to thin out into an open plain in the distance. To the right, the path became overgrown where it weaved along the side of a rocky outcrop. What would he expect her to do? What would he do? She thought about how he dealt with things in his business. He always said the easiest options weren't always the most profitable. Smiling to herself, she took the right path, following it into the densely wooded area against the side of the jutting rocks.

  The foliage grew heavier but the sun broke through in patches, creating a dancing carpet of color on the forest floor. She had to negotiate her way carefully, which slowed her down somewhat. Then, the skin on the back of her neck prickled. She stopped dead.

  He was somewhere close by and watching, she sensed it. Closing her eyes, she tried to figure out where he could be. She heard no sound; just that feeling… Her eyes flashed open. She glanced up and to her right and there on the higher ground she saw him, crou
ching on the rocks, watching her intently. Over his shoulder he carried a length of rope. The sight of it made her body tense with expectation.

  A smile played around his mouth as he got to his feet and headed down.

  He was after her, and he had a rope. He really did mean to tie her up.

  Adrenalin rushed through her veins, her heart beating wildly as she darted off again, breathless, giddy laughter escaping her. Suddenly she didn't know whether she wanted to be caught, or whether she wanted him to work a little harder. A heady sense of elation hit her as she realized she loved this as much as he did, and she was every bit the hunter, too. By running, willingly, she was drawing him into a trap, a trap where she intended to have him as much as he wanted to have her.

  Soon, she felt him closing at her back. She sensed him before she heard anything, and then the sound of a twig snapping somewhere behind her confirmed it. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught sight of him and darted over to a tree, backing against it, her palms flat on the bark as she watched how and when he moved.

  "Come on, come after me," she whispered under her breath. Sweat tickled her breastbone and strands of her hair clung to her neck.

  He slowed, as if aware of her different tactic. He looked so hot, so horny, and it was only a matter of time. She stared at him, her breathing shallow, her mind working over which way to go. He moved stealthily, eyes watchful and filled with lust. The hunter, through and through. She squeezed her thighs together, anticipating his approach. He was ready to pounce and only twelve feet away. He closed on her. Darting off, she weaved quickly amongst the trees. When she heard him roar and his footsteps thundering after her, her spirit soared.

  All her early morning jogging was paying off. She was fast on her feet, and when she saw a shadowed enclave under the rocks up ahead she darted into it, hoping he hadn't seen her go in there. Quelling her breathing, she flattened against the wall of rock and listened for footsteps.

  Nothing.

  She counted out a full minute and then peeked out.

  "Oh shit." Backing away, her heart thumped wildly when she saw him standing there, inches away from her, just waiting for her to peep out.

  He grinned and snatched her into his arms, turning her against his body and locking her in against him as she wriggled and tried to break free.

  "Nice try," he whispered against her ear, and lifted her bodily away from her shadowy hidey-hole.

  The length of rope over his shoulder thumped against her side as he carried her out. The air knocked out of her lungs and she gasped aloud. She'd thought about his physique often enough, but she had no idea about his sheer strength. Not until now. Wriggling in his grasp, she pushed at him, trying to break free, but his grip felt like steel, the muscles on his arms roped as he held her.

  He lifted her with one arm around her waist, the other hard across her torso and locked over one shoulder. She hung like a doll in his arms as he strode between the trees, a doll whose arms and legs kicked and flailed uselessly against him. The slap of the rope against her hip was a constant reminder of what he intended to do with it.

  Luck was on her side and she slipped free. Landing on her bottom, she flipped over quickly and scrambled away across the rough ground on her hands and knees. He snatched at her leg, caught her around one ankle and hauled her back. She rolled onto her back, kicking him loose, laughing gleefully. Never had being beaten felt so good.

  He rose over her, one hand holding her to the ground at the base of her neck. His eyes shone. "Wild at heart, Alexa, wild at heart."

  He moved one hand under her waist, and she stilled, breath caught in her throat, because she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he lifted his rope free of his shoulder and threw it at the base of a nearby tree trunk. Then he stood up, drawing her up behind him. She was about to say something, when he ducked down and swept her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

  The world spun. She gripped at the shirt on his back, keenly aware of his hands across the back of her thighs, one hand smacked over her bottom to hold her steady. Her pussy was on fire. He set her down and then walked her back against a large tree trunk. Her senses were reeling. She splayed her hands when she felt it against her back, and stared at him, challenging him. Sweat gleamed on his temples and the look in his eyes was driven. Never had she seen him so focused and powerful.

  He reached for the length of rope and unfolded it quickly. She sensed his urgency, as if he expected her to take off again. She wasn't going anywhere. He moved around her, binding her to the tree, securing the rope then winding it around again, creating a brace around her lower rib cage and waist. Because she was so horny, she wanted to break free and crawl all over him, begging him to fuck her. Instead, he had her restrained, bound to the tree, and it felt so damned good. The tree's hard surface at her back was phallic and proud, like a totem, and Tomas' hands were so strong, moving her into position demandingly. Her arms were trapped inside the rope. It felt hard and rough even through her dress, pressing up against the underside of her tender, sensitive breasts making her nipples burn. They were standing out like studs, aching for his attention. Not only that, but when she moved, the rope seemed to tighten. Oh boy—did that ever feel good. It heightened her longing, making her wild, and it took away her control, making her his.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a length of black cloth, pausing before he covered her eyes with it, looking at her with a measure of assessment in his expression. She leaned towards him; let him know she wanted him, flashing her eyes, her lips parting. He cursed under his breath and threw the blindfold on the ground, and that proved it—she had him.

  "You had a change of clothes in that bag of yours, right?" His eyes were black with lust. She managed to nod. He tore her dress apart between her breasts, ripping it with his hands. She gasped in delight, the air cool against the hot, damp skin on her cleavage. The brush of his fingers on her bared breasts felt too delicious, making her shiver. He stroked then squeezed her, sighing before he rolled her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger, making her whimper. The fact he had shredded her dress made her light-headed. The touch of his hands on her bared breasts while the rope bound her was a delicious torture. Drunk on the experience, she felt out of control. It was so…uncivilized.

  He shook his head. "I've been thinking about your breasts almost constantly, since I got to hold you." His fingers moved, so confident in his growing knowledge of her body.

  Alexa shivered and pushed her head back, ignoring the tug of the rough bark on her hair, the extreme sensation of having his hands on her sensitive flesh making her vision blur.

  "Every time I see you, I know how that I will be thinking about this, about doing this to you, and the way it makes you look."

  From the deepest part of her, she remembered how he always pushed every contract negotiation in his business meetings, how he edged things forward with precision, toying with his adversaries until they gave in to his demands.

  "Christ, Alexa, I have wanted you for the longest time." His hands squeezed her flesh, his thumbs brusquely outlining her nut-hard nipples. Her cry of release came out on a garbled scream.

  The sound of fabric ripping reached her. He had torn apart the lower part of her dress apart and had now set about peeling her knickers down her legs.

  "Glorious," he murmured. "The prize." His eyes glittered with pride, and with possessive longing. Her emotions soared. She'd wanted him so much. To see powerful desire reflected in his eyes made her heart beat hard in her chest.

  His hands moved to his fly and he undid the buttons on his trousers. When his cock sprang free and he held it in one strong hand, she stared down at it, her hips arching with need, her feet shuffling against the ground. His cock was long and bowed skyward, with a girth that made her pussy tighten in expectation. She lifted from one foot to the other, and as she did she could feel her knickers trailing around one ankle. Hurriedly, she kicked them free, desperate to be rid of any further hurdle
s and have him inside her.

  "Bloody hell, I wanted to take my time over this," he said, as he pulled a condom from his pocket and ripped it open. Shaking his head, he rolled the rubber over his cock, securing it at the base with one fist, just the way she had imagined him. "But I need to be inside you, right now."

  He latched his hands around the top of her thighs, lifting her feet from the ground, taking her weight, opening her thighs and moving between them so they were face to face and she was totally at his mercy.

  She moaned aloud, stunned at the sheer physicality of his actions. He had her pinned and splayed, and it took her breath away. It was so wildly arousing, she felt drugged by the experience. Then she felt him open her up with his cock upright against her nether lips. It pressed against her tender clit, making her cry aloud. He watched her face while he rolled his cock from side to side, making her crazy. She saw the fierce determination in his eyes, and a flash of uncertainty overcame her. He was so large and hard, and she was vulnerable and at his mercy.

  "Tomas," she whispered, unable to keep the pleading tone out of her voice.

  "I'm right here," he said, and kissed her mouth as he eased the head of his cock inside her tight opening.

  Sensation spangled out from that spot. Her core clutched rhythmically in expectation. He paused, sending her into ecstasy. It made her pant, and her head hung forward, her loosed hair obscuring her vision. Then the head of his cock probed deeper inside her splayed sex—inch by glorious inch—and her uncertainty vanished, replaced by absolute and undeniable need for more of what he gave to her.

  He pushed deeper. "Christ, you're so hot."

  Pleasure shot through her. Her head went back against the tree. She mewed aloud as he filled her to the hilt. Her head rolled from side to side, strands of her hair catching on the rough bark of the tree.

  He drew back, gave a harsh laugh. "Ready for me?"

  She gave a disbelieving cry, flashing her eyes at him, strung out and wild. "Please, Tomas."

  His hands tightened on her bottom, and he groaned as he thrust in and out, hard and deep, filling her and stretching her to capacity. He jolted her up against the tree, and the scratch against the back of her shoulders sent a flash of pain down her spine, heightening her senses to everything her body experienced, from the rough rope binding her lower ribcage and arms, to the bark of the tree, to the rigid, hot cock thrusting inside her.