He didn’t care that the plastic of the mask muffled his voice, only that his words had Eris whimpering and squirming in the dirt. It was a little strange to look through the glowing X’s over his eyes, the color dimmed on this side of the mask. All he knew was that he wore it because it fit her fantasy, and he planned to hang it up in the cabin when they were finished.
“Don’t tear them,” she pleaded, but it didn’t sound sincere. Her hips wiggled beneath him, seeking something he had yet to give her. “What will I wear on the walk back to the cabin, Master?”
His cock throbbed just picturing her bare and ready for him. “Nothing, little vixen.”
The fabric of her shorts tore so easily in his hand, and then he shoved aside the thong she wore to drive a finger into her pussy. She was so wet, clenching around him, that he wasn’t sure she’d last past the first inch or two of his cock before she came. If that happened, he was going to have endless fun sending her spiraling again and again.
Eris moaned, moving around in the dirt. He felt her shifting, like she was trying to push back and lift up to her hands and knees, and he settled more of his weight onto her. He planned on taking her however he wished, and maybe he’d drag her up to her hands and knees after he stretched her full of him.
Repositioning, he got his cock free, leaving his weight on Eris’ legs so she couldn’t crawl away even as she whimpered. The attempt was halfhearted, and he enjoyed the way she gasped and moaned around just one finger, clenching for him.
“Open for me,” he demanded, and she tried to scoot her legs further apart. It was fun watching her struggle, giving him just enough time to shift around and press the tip of his cock to her soaking wet entrance. In one hard shove, he buried himself to the hilt.
“Gabriel!” she screamed, startling him. She rarely called out his given name, sticking to Master when they played. It sent tingles straight down to his balls, a wave of possessiveness hitting him as he planted his hands on either side of her and began to drive into her with deep, soul shattering strokes.
“Oh god,” Eris cried, her voice broken around the moans as he fucked her. There was nothing loving about the pace as he fucked her hips into the ground, claiming her for himself and she struggled. “Oh, so deep?—”
Her voice cut off as she screamed, her pussy strangling him as she shattered. He picked up speed, shortening the depth of his strokes but not the intensity. Balancing on one hand, his weight still holding her in place, he reached forward and gripped a messy handful of her braid, ripping her head back.
“Is this the thing you dreamed of, little vixen?” he asked, twisting her head so she had to look back. He wondered what kind of dream, or nightmare, he looked like, fucking her in the dark with only the mask to see. “Do you come because I’m fucking you, or because you fought so hard to escape me?”
Eris clenched around him again, and he could swear, she was going to come a second time. That would tip him over the edge way too quickly.
“You’re the nightmare I dreamed you would be, Master.”
Something aboutnightmarebanged around in his head, the lust in her voice so thick he almost couldn’t hear her quiet voice over the sounds of them fucking. He released her braid to shift back, planting his hands firmly on her hips before pulling. “Up. On your hands and knees, pretty vixen. Break for me.”
She gasped, sliding with him as he dragged her backward. Her body followed without complaint, learning his movements as his dick throbbed inside her. The angle felt even better, and he knew he was a goner here in the next few moments. She felt too damn good to hold back much longer.
Eris gently bounced her hips, shifting around a bit. Her braid hit one of his hands, and she spoke in that same, quiet voice. “Do your worst, Master. I dare you.”
He growled, digging his fingertips into her hips before he started fucking her again. The force of his thrusts slid them along the ground, Eris’ uninhibited cries echoing all around them as she shuddered. He felt her pussy clenching around them again, internally wondering if she really deserved to come a third time or if he should punish her a bit.
As they edged closer, her dirty words becoming too jumbled to hear, and the mask fogging with how hard he breathed, Gabriel ripped his cock free of her. She gasped, body still rocking back into his, seeking the orgasm she was chasing.
He wasted no time, pressing the head to her ass. He was so wet from her and so damn close, the tight ring of muscle would send him over the edge soon. He grunted, pushing the mushroom head in with the same hard, rough thrusts from before.
“Gabriel!” she shrieked again, and that beautiful, broken tone was enough to send his orgasm shooting through him. He groaned, only an inch or so into her ass, and felt his orgasm hit him hard, filling her full.
She shook violently, and he moved one hand to slip two fingers inside her. Her pussy spasmed and clamped around the digits, and she was coming again.
Chapter Fourteen
Eris
When she woke the following day, a dull ache in her pussy and a fair bit of soreness across her body, Eris was pleasantly surprised to find Gabriel dozing beside her in bed. He’d carried her back to the cabin after their playtime in the woods, her pussy staying hypersensitive from the cool breeze all the way back. He’d completely torn her shorts off, and they were little more than scraps now. She’d felt minor cuts and bruises as they moved back to the cabin, her body throbbing in the most delicious way.
He’d kept that mask on the whole walk back, per her request. They’d rushed through a shower upon return, everything aching, and collapsed together into bed.
Propping herself up on her elbow, Eris eyed the clock. It was well past eleven in the morning, and her stomach growled as she realized how late it was. Her sleep was all over the place since arriving at the Ranch. It was her second day here, and already, she was missing parts of it. She wanted to go out to the stables again so she could ride Magic, or really any of the horses again, and maybe take a peek at that structure in the woods that they’d run through.
A maze? Eris was certain that it was some type of maze, but one manufactured for the sake of chasing.
Her eyes locked on the mask beside the clock, the one Gabriel had worn last night. Every once in a while it made it a bit hard to understand him, but she loved the thrill of those glowing eyes pursuing her through the dark. Despite the soreness in her pussy, and the twinge of discomfort at her ass, she wouldn’t trade the experience for the world.
After waking Gabriel up with her mouth and earning herself a thorough fucking bent over the bed, they ate a mix of pastries for breakfast and Eris swapped into a new outfit for the day. Gabriel wore much more casual attire this time, donning dark wash jeans, black combat boots as opposed to her cowboy boots, and a fitted red t-shirt. She wore another pair of shorts, longer this time, and pulled her hair into two buns on the top of her head. Gabriel’s heated gaze followed her to the golf cart, and with how wobbly her legs felt after all the sex they’d had, she was thankful to not have to walk back to the stables, or anywhere else.
“Can we go over there first?” she asked, indicating toward the woods. The corner of his mouth ticked up, and she almost wished that they played again this morning.