The Hunt Pt. 01

The familiar feeling of smooth leather against my tender skin calmed me almost instantly. I was His now, he had caught me. I felt centered and started to relax, the hike had worn me down. I knew once we got back I was in for it.

He climbed down first and I followed silently. I felt his eyes burning a hole into me. I turned and faced him but kept my eyes lowered; my pout was most definitely evident.

"You are going to lead the way back to camp little girl, and you can wipe that pout off your pretty face right now," he growled.

I shuddered; every time he spoke to me like that I had the same reaction. He knew exactly what it did to me. I could feel the heat between my thighs.

"Yes Sir," I said and tried to relax my mouth so I didn't look so pouty. I wasn't really sure how well it worked.

"Walk," he stated firmly and pointed in the general direction of camp.

I pulled on my pack and started walking, I felt alternately comforted and nervous by his presence behind me. What was he planning for me? We were still a little ways from camp. I checked my watch. It was just before 9, there was a definite chill in the air now.

I don't even know what came over me or possessed me to do it but when we were about halfway down the embankment I darted off to the left and just kept going. I felt him try to grab at me but I slipped right through his fingers. Blake wasn't nearly as agile as I was in the undergrowth. I put a little distance between us and then hunkered down and waited. I wore a devilish grin. I was going to be in for one hell of a punishment later...if he found me.

I heard him crashing around in frustration. I'm sure he never expected me to do something like this, I was never bratty.

"Naughty little slut," I could hear him cursing me and I covered my mouth to keep from giggling. I was sitting up against a tree with low lying branches. There was a large bushy plant on one side of me and it was so dark underneath the tree I knew he wouldn't see my outline. All I had to do was be quiet, but every single hair on my body felt like it was standing on end. Every sense was heightened. I couldn't see him yet but I knew better than to move, he might detect it somehow. He entered my field of vision and his angry stalk slowed to a careful walk. There was no way he could see any tracks this late at night but he was looking awfully hard at everything around him.

His eyes swept past the tree once, then twice. My eyes felt like they were as round as dinner plates and about to pop out of my head they were open so wide. Did he see me? I tried to keep my breathing shallow and quiet. I was suddenly very very afraid of him. He would be ruthless once he caught me.