The screen flashed as Emma’s character died another ignominious death, the result of a poorly timed jump. She let the controller fall into her lap and leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms out overhead.
“Eek!” she jumped as she felt a hand grab her wrist, instantly blushing as she felt the familiar brush of facial hair against her skin as Harry kissed the tops of her knuckles. He swiveled her chair around and leaned in to kiss her, his long brown hair falling around her face so that she was lost inside a little world that only consisted of their bodies.
“Get your skates on, princess. I want company on my run today.”
Emma stuck out her lower lip in mock pout, “But I’m not done playing yet!” she said, fighting back a smirk. She knew he loved it when she tested her boundaries almost as much as she loved it when he reminded her of who was in control.
“One way or another, princess, your thighs are going to be sore today. Whether that’s from exercise or a caning, I’ll leave up to you.”
She fought back the squeak that rose in her throat as he smiled confidently and walked out of the room to get ready. The little clench of pleasure in her stomach was such a familiar feeling, a happy reminder of the D/s dynamic that they had spent years perfecting. She was his, and he was hers, and that simple fact was enough. Emma slid out of her chair and quickly decided that the shorts and baggy sweater combo was great for a lazy day of gaming, but just wouldn’t do for an outing. She pulled on a thong, lavender leggings, and a floral crop top that she knew he would find irresistible before grabbing her skates to meet him outside.
Harry was lacing up his shoes when he saw her descend, his eyes sweeping up across the outfit which she had clearly picked to drive him wild. Her pale, smooth skin was exposed in a little ribbon around her abdomen and the top clung to her but rose with her arms, threatening to reveal her pert breasts if she lifted a hand overhead. Her long, dark hair was streaked with maroon and flowed freely behind her as she rolled toward him. For his part, simple running shorts and a t-shirt were enough to reveal an athletic body, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, sunlight shining off his beard.
“Is my princess ready for a workout?” he smiled, reaching back to squeeze Emma’s ass, using the leverage to pull her close to him.
“Of course, sir. Anything you want,” she cooed, reaching a hand down to quickly slide against his inner thigh, her nails teasing up the inside of his leg before she giggled and darted off.
Harry felt the surge of desire that her hand stirred within him, but tried to shake it off, knowing that the thin shorts would offer little cover from an erection. He watched as a few easy movements of her muscular legs propelled her gliding down the path, the warm light casting a glow around her skin, then he headed off after her. Had Emma looked over her shoulder she may have noticed the wolfish grin on his face, but she had no indication of what he had in mind.
Harry found an easy rhythm in his jog that kept him just behind Emma so he could watch her shapely body moving ahead. Occasionally he would put on a burst of speed, catching up with her and giving a playful slap across the ass. There was a mesmerizing way that the flesh rippled under each impact, and Emma would giggle and cover her mouth in mock modesty. Harry noticed, despite her best efforts to twist away from him, that after a few such interactions her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her crop top. As they burned through the first few miles along their familiar route, they neared the place Harry had in mind, a twist in the path surrounded by a thick copse of trees.
The only sound in the air was the rhythmic buzz of Emma’s skates against the path and the pounding footsteps of Harry’s feet. He drew close to Emma, beads of sweat dripping down his back from the effort, sliding a hand to the small of her back as he kept pace with her.
“I’m going to give you a headstart, babygirl, but then I’m coming for you. And if I catch you, I’m going to fuck you right here in the woods.”
Emma giggled, feeling her pussy clench at the prospect of being used so brazenly. She was pretty sure that he was joking, but then she looked into his face and saw something different. A hungry, predatory look that only overtook him in the midst of their play sessions. His eyes were nearly glazed with lusty admiration and there was an obvious bulge in his shorts where his cock was swollen with need.
“Ready? Go.”
With that, Harry eased off his pace, standing quietly on the side of the trail and watching her go. Emma was torn. On the one hand, this was a popular, highly trafficked park where they both regularly ran and hiked. On the other, it was the middle of the day, unseasonably warm, and she hadn’t seen anyone in a while. There was also no denying the wet patch growing between her legs as her pussy was soaked at the thought of being his little fuck toy here in public. Still, she knew Harry would appreciate a challenge so she leaned low to the ground and built up speed, her hair whipping behind her wildly as she coasted around a corner.
Harry bounced on the balls of his feet, keeping track of the time in his head as he waited for Emma to disappear around the corner. In a flash, he was off through the woods, bounding over logs and darting between trees. He had planned his route well, enjoying the thrill of some play in public but not wanting to risk discovery by anyone passing by. The trail Emma was riding on took a series of long, slow curves so by loping through the woods Harry would be able to cut her off and claim his prize in a particularly quiet part of the park. As he leaped over a rock, he caught sight of Emma tearing around a corner, her body glistening with perspiration, but an undeniable smile on her face.
Invigorated, Harry pushed himself harder, bursting through the brush with a barely contained gleeful laugh. Emma yelped in surprise, then stumbled, but Harry was already on her, swooping her into his arms in a deft motion and slowing his pace gradually while cradling her to his chest. The two burst into laughter as he continued, carrying her deeper into the woods.
“My sweet little princess, I told you I was going to fuck you if I caught you. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted to be my fuck toy.” As he spoke, Harry leaned in to kiss Emma deeply, his tongue gently exploring her mouth. At the same time, the fingers of his left hand probed against her leggings, finding the familiar wet spot between her thighs and rubbing firmly with the knuckles of two fingers. He could feel her moan into his kiss, her body shifting in his arms as she tried to grind her pussy into his hand. Harry moved deftly, but quickly, through the woods until they were well out of eyesight from the trail.
Emma was putty in his hands and knew better than to deny it. She rocked her hips in slow little circles, savoring the slight pressure on her clit, the need to fill him inside of her growing exponentially. Her eyes were closed, every piece of her mind focused on the pleasure emanating from his small touches.
The reverie of the moment was broken as Harry threw her down on a soft patch of mossy earth. He grabbed her hips quickly, pulling them up in the air, then in a smooth motion pulled her leggings down, exposing her ass to the sunlight filtering through the trees. Suddenly, Emma was deeply aware that they were in public and her eyes shot open. She looked around, seeing nothing but the empty forest, but her mind was brought to sudden clarity by the feeling of his cock pressing against her wet pussy. He hadn’t even bothered to pull her panties down, instead pulling the flimsy fabric aside.
In that moment, feeling the sun on her bare skin, totally exposed in the elements, unsure of her surroundings, lost in his control, and about to be hastily used like a fuck toy Emma felt her mind sinking into subspace. The world took on a hazy, dreamy quality and it felt like her mind was swimming through molasses. One of his hands came around and roughly clamped over her mouth, twisting her head at a violent angle as he pushed forward, burying his cock into her in one quick thrust. Emma grunted into his palm, feeling the torque on her neck, the burning in her lungs as she struggled to breathe between his fingers.
He stayed there for a long moment, then leaned in, his mouth close to her ear.
“Beg me to fuck you, babygirl. Tell me that your sweet little pussy needs to be filled with cum. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your tight little holes in public.”
Then he released his grip on her mouth, moving both hands to her hips to stop the soft rocking she had been doing, savoring the little pressure on her clit. Emma squeaked and shivered, her mind overcome with lust, her pussy leaking uncontrollably.
“Master, please take me. Fill me. I am yours. I’ll be a good girl for you, Sir. I need you inside me, please fill me with your cum. Please, Sir, I …”
Her words were cut off as his right hand slid from her hip to her throat, the grip firm but not painful and in the same motion his hips pushed forward to meet hers, the full length of his cock disappearing into her soaked pussy. Emma felt herself drift further into subspace, that place beyond words where her mind was adrift in a pleasant little fog. It was an out of body experience she didn’t get to have often, but with the right set of prompts she felt herself transform into a proper little fuck doll, an empty-minded set of holes for his pleasure and it filled her with such a divine sense of pleasure that it was hard to articulate outside of the moment. Of course, none of that mattered now, the rhythmic thump of his cock into her dripping pussy pushed her deeper and deeper into blissful emptiness.
She could feel the mud beneath her knees, the sunlight on her ass, the thong digging into her hip where he had roughly pulled it aside but all of it felt secondary to the sense of purpose and belonging. She was his, and her world was both very small and infinite. Nothing mattered outside the sense of fullness his cock provided, there were no anxieties or stresses, and in the void left behind by those things there was only immense pleasure. His right hand crept further up, clamping down over her mouth, and it was only then that Emma realized she must have been moaning. Her whole body blushed, mortified momentarily that she may have given them away, but the fear lasted only a moment before his left hand deftly found her clit and he began gently rubbing the sensitive bud while fucking her harder and faster.
She could feel his pace picking up and knew that in these moments there was little effort given to pace, it was an almost animalistic need that overtook him. Sometimes he would tease her, growling in her ear that he was going to breed his sweet princess, and the thoughts of being taken so permanently was often enough to push her over the edge. This time, a delicate twist of his thumb against her clit was enough to cause her whole body to quake with pleasure as an orgasm washed through her. She could feel her hands and legs trembling wildly, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on his cock, gripping him even tighter as he continued to fuck her quicker and quicker.
She could feel his breath on her shoulder, fast and ragged, he was close and she willed her body to clamp down even tighter. His hand slipped from her mouth and a thought formed somewhere deep in the fog.
“Please,” Emma whimpered, “Please breed me …”
She paused for a moment, uncertain if this was the time to try out something new, but the moment overtook her and she tried it anyways. If he didn’t like it, he could always punish her.
“Please, Daddy. Please breed your princess.”
She could feel his grip tighten, and suddenly his thrusts were shorter, but faster, and then the unmistakable sensation of his cock pulsing deep inside of her, filling her with cum. He pressed down on her shoulders with his right hand, forcing her cheek into the soft ground, giving himself a better angle to completely fill her pussy and as he did she continued to coo softly.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for filling my tight pussy. Thank you…Daddy.”
She could feel herself drifting in that ethereal space, unsure of how to feel about anything, but certain of her submission to him. They had a solid dynamic, founded on trust and communication and this was something they’d talked about before. After a minute of holding her in place, Harry pulled his cock free and stepped around in front of Emma.
“Well Princess,” he said with a smirk, “Can’t have a messy Daddy, now can we? Clean up the mess you made.”
With an eagerness that surprised even herself, Emma opened her mouth and slid both lips down his shaft, eagerly cleaning their fluids off his cock with her tongue. Her head bobbed gently, careful to keep her teeth away from his still pulsing cock, until every drop of his cum was swallowed. As she pulled back with a loud pop, Harry helped her to her feet and pulled her pants back up after putting Emma’s thong back in place.
For a moment she wobbled, unsteady on the soft ground, her legs still trembling, but Harry quickly scooped Emma up and kissed her forehead before carrying her back to the trail and the trip back home.
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