Sunset walk after dinner. To clear my head. Tonight my father announced my betrothal to a disgusting man, for the sake of the family.
The trail was empty except the squirrels. I break through the clearing and I hear a group of men speaking Spanish at the edge of the city overlook.
Crap. It’s them. The rival family. If i back through the trees, I might make it without sparking a new family war. Zero contact and I’m on their turf.
The wind blows across the trail… I smell you… your musk. It stopped me in my tracks and I turned… I see the way you move, tall, dark, with a broad chest. You command the respect of men, men who would easily crumble at your will.
The wind shifts and you catch my scent. You turn to my direction instinctively. You stand still, making sure it’s unmistakable. That scent. Everything else falls away as you walk away from the other men, business can wait.
I’m wet and ready to be bred, yet still unbroken. But you already know that. I back further into the thicket. I’m unprotected and outnumbered.
I feel you circle, like a wolf, stalking his prey. I meet your gaze and do not falter.
My breath catches in my throat as you let out a low growl.
‘I’ll allow your presence’ I find myself thinking.
My heart is beating out of my chest. I’ve never felt this before.
I want to feel myself melt into your grasp. Lose all my control and breathe in your musk.
Push me against a wall… Hold me by the throat and rip my clothes off so that my bare bones may submit.
I want fall to my knees, offering my submission to your power.
You walk towards me with intention, until we’re face to face. There are no formalities. No greetings.
Your breath falls heavily on my ear, “hola señora…” infecting my soul. I cannot fight back. I am caught in your snare.
I do not fight. I cannot fight.
The betrayal of loyalty in my past caused bitterness in my blood, and venom on my tongue. Why am I powerless against you…
The second your gaze drifted toward me, I was yours. My walls came crashing down around me, leaving me vulnerable. I need you to take me, touch my lips and make me quiver.
My knees hit the floor, I submit to You, Sir. Devour me. Leave nothing left.
You smile. That smile.
“Good girl” you say with a thick accent as you bring my eyes up to meet yours. “I’m going to cut your clothes off, after I’m done, I’m going to lick every part of your body. I’ve waited so long for you, I started to think you didn’t exist. I’m going to mark every part of you so everyone now knows your belong to ME.”
I can only breathe. I need him. Every part of him. I’m blinded by my lust. Your hands begin to explore my body.
You are like an animal, biting and clawing at my skin just to get deeper inside, “beg” you growl. You smirk, knowing I will, but challenging me not to. “Oh, I have to fuck it out of you, little girl?”
“Senior Antonio!” The group of men called, “ siento, Don Gianni is waiting…”
You kissed me. “Go back to your family, I’ll come for you. Until then, you’re mine.” Your fingers found my dripping wet pussy, I instinctively let out a loud sigh.
You walked away smiling, and I was left to sort out what just happened.
To be continued…..
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ulmbuw/hunger_pt_1_mf
Nicely done!