He pitched forward and I was delighted to hear his high-pitched cry of pain as a result. One knee fell to the ground followed by the other as he crumpled in agony, cupping his hands around his balls as a terrible electric current coursed through his body. He’d left me no choice and I didn’t give him any mercy as I flung the gun aside and decided to make my escape right then and there.
I turned and ran, using his downfall to my advantage. I sprinted hard and fast down the trail, following it until it forked. I took the left-hand path and dashed into the heavily wooded area, feeling twigs slap at my arms and branches snap against my face. I lifted a single arm and blocked their assault, although it still hurt all the same. I put everything into that escape because I needed to.
I don’t know why, but my heart fell as I ran. I said goodbye to him and in my haste, I hardly noticed as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I ignored it, unsure of what it meant and continued to run until the path started to narrow. After that, the trail abruptly ended.
Instead of just standing there, I made my way off the trail and into the deeper brush. When I’d gone far enough, I found a tree with a branch about my height that I could reach, and I started to climb.
I was a really good climber. I’d trained on the walls at my gym for a long time and I’d taken a number of long weekend trips to the country into order to ascend more challenging cliffs and outcroppings. I liked to take pictures at the very top of my climbs and my office back at the university had several of my favorites beautifully framed and hung on my walls. They reminded me of my freedom when I was locked inside my office and reading yet another densely worded grant proposal.
I finally paused to catch my breath, looking out across the trees and seeing the mountains rising all above us. I’d never climbed out here before and it was astonishingly picturesque to behold. I sat on the branch and pressed my back against the trunk of the tree, dangling my legs to either side. My inner thighs squeezed around the branch and held me securely in place, ensuring I didn’t fall to the ground to
my death. I looked down and figured I was at least twenty to twenty-five feet in the air, which didn’t particularly bother me. In fact, I kind of liked it. It felt safe.
For a while, all was silent. I allowed myself to relax, carefully stretching sore muscles. Then I heard a growl from down below and I sighed with disappointment. It hadn’t been enough. I didn’t even have to look because instinctually I already knew it was him waiting for me to come to him.
I did look down though, even though I didn’t want to.
A strange tremor of fear and relief passed through me at the sight of him.
He was human once more and still entirely too naked.
“Omega, although I’m impressed with your feisty nature and the fact that your aim was true to your word, once I catch you, you’re going to have to make it up to me. You’re going to soothe the spot you just tased. And you’re going to be doing it with your tongue,” he warned gently, all while a small smirk curved up at the corners of his lips. He remained calm and that made me fear him all the more. He should be angry and mean, not amused and fascinated by my defiance. It left me feeling unbalanced and uncertain, which turned me on all the same.
I could feel myself growing wet once more.
“If you don’t come down, you’re going to regret it very much when I climb up there and get you,” he said, all the while keeping his contemplative and all too composed tone.
“I won’t do it,” I snarled.
His upper lip rolled at my challenge and I was suddenly reminded of a feral creature. My pussy tightened with need. I ignored it.
“You see, little mate, the only thing that’s up to you now is if you’re going to be doing it after a spanking or after a very thorough switching. Then maybe you’ll understand the proper order between me and you,” he warned, and I shivered at his threat. How dare he? He wasn’t going to lay a single hand on me. I wouldn’t allow it.
“That is never going to happen,” I shot back. Over my fucking dead body.
He chuckled in amusement. I wanted to think him a rabid creature, a wild beast that answered to no one but himself. I wanted to think he was dangerous and violent, but he was too calm, too level-headed and that was doing very funny things to my insides that I was too ashamed to admit. I licked my lips and closed my eyes, afraid of what that might mean. I didn’t want to understand it, but I was fearful that I would soon.
“You see, little mate, your place is by my side. It isn’t up to you whether you want to be or not because fate has decreed that you are mine. After this is all over today, you will know what that means very, very thoroughly. See, you fight me, but I am faster, stronger, and I know a great many ways to subdue you and show you that you will only ever be mine. Sometimes those ways will hurt. Sometimes they will bring you pleasure. Most oftentimes though, those ways will bring you both,” he said, and I trembled with fear and arousal.
I wanted to believe him. I was ashamed that I did.
“I don’t want this. I didn’t ask for any of this,” I whispered.
I wanted to hate him. I wanted to run and escape but with every word he uttered, I could feel my body heat with desire. I wanted him badly and I hated myself for it.
“None of us has asked for our fates, but it is up to us to make the best of it with the paths we are given,” he answered calmly.
I looked away, ignoring his words.
“Come down to me, little mate, and your punishment will be less severe,” he said gently. I shook my head. I couldn’t give in. It wasn’t in my nature.
“No, I won’t do it,” I answered.
He licked his lips and his eyes darkened considerably. He smiled, but it felt dangerous and it carried with it a sense of ominous foreboding that left me fearfully anxious.
“That’s alright, little mate. I’m glad you refused because when I do finally catch you, I’m very much going to enjoy switching that beautifully naked bottom of yours. I’m really going to enjoy seeing my mark on your pretty bare skin as I teach you what your rightful place really means,” he threatened.
I gritted my teeth.