EroticReverie

Lucien

I stand there, watching her disappear into the woods, her legs carrying her faster than they used to when I first made her a little play thing for myself. I was twenty nine and had been filthy rich my entire life. Never wanting for a thing. I suppose that's what makes me the way I am. Using my money to buy me pretty little toys to terrorize. 

The first time had been heaven. She was so unaware as I'd woken her from her sleep, with a hand over her mouth, those pretty green eyes shooting open. So unaware that her step brother was maybe just a little bit more evil than her fearful gaze she always laid on me had expected. I'd chased her through the house, playing cat and mouse for an hour before I finally collected my prize. 

When she'd let out the sweetest little prize of a moan as I'd snatched her and pinned her face first to the floor with my hard dick pressing into the ass of her panties under her thigh length sleep shirt. I'd taken only one thing from her after hearing that moan, and that was the soaked panties of my little step sister. 

My collection of those panties grew as the months went on, as the years have passed. Even after she turned eighteen, I wouldn't let myself tend to the dire need between her legs, even when I could spot the slickness of her fear dripping down her thighs. 

Even still, she pretends to hate every second of it. I don't mind her doing so either, it makes it all the more fun for me. Knowing that while terrified, she's also desperate for release when I capture her. Her moans when I pin her to a wall in the house, a tree in the woods, so soft, so desperate. 

I slip the leather gloves onto my hands, as I listen to the movement in the trees, the rustling of dead leaves, the snapping of twigs, of little yelps when she stumbles in the dark and trips. All of it making my cock impossibly hard before I even take chase after her. 

The rules are simple. She hides. I seek. If I win, I take my prize. If she wins by my forefeit....if I can't find her....then I'll sign over her inheritance early. Let her escape me for real. But I never forfeit. And I always, always find her. 

Whether its the panicked breaths she can't quiet, the small tinkling of the bells as she runs when I get too close, the accidental shift that causes unwanted noise, or simply, the fucking smell of her that draws me to her. I always fucking find her.