Page 45 of Escape

“But, um,” I hesitated, reaching into my pocket. “I will have to blindfold you until we get there.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What? Why?”

“Just trust me, baby. I promise it’ll be all worth it. All your stress will melt away.”

She sighed again and without another word, she turned so I could secure the blindfold around her eyes. I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss the exposed skin of her shoulder. The bumps that erupted across her skin threatened my entire plan. I knew she wouldn’t object to me taking her right then, but where I was taking her was so much better.

As we drove deeper into the forest, Jasmine’s leg bounced in anticipation as she crunched on a bag of chips. I gripped her thigh and squeezed, pulling a sweet moan from her pursed lips. Thankfully, we reached our destination as I reached the limit of self-control.

I hopped out of the truck, Jasmine knew to stay put and wait for me to open her door.

“Give me your hand, babydoll. No peeking. I’ve got you.”

I led her into the trees, walking for about ten minutes and stopping on a patch of seemingly undisturbed Earth.

“Three… two… one!”

I slid the blindfold from Jasmine’s eyes, revealing where we were. I watched the confusion settle into the crinkle of her forehead as she looked above and around her.

“What is it? Where are we?” She asked.

I stepped behind her, pressing her back into my front. Gently, I rubbed over her hips and slipped my hands up her shirt, making those intoxicating little bumps erupt over her smooth skin again.

“A whole year ago…”

I started pulling her top over her head.

“Right before I finally made you mine again…”

I kissed down her neck and shoulders as my hands traveled back down her body, hooking into the waistband of her jeans.

“As I nailed a murderer's feet into the ground…”

She gasped as she stepped out of her jeans, leaving her in nothing but a lacy, matching underset. I ran my hand over her back, up to her neck, over the new tattoos that branded her as mine, and laced my fingers in her hair. Softly, I tilted her head down so she was looking at the ground under us.

“I promised him I’d fuck you on his grave.”

Without releasing her hair, I slipped a finger into her panties, running it through her growing wetness.

“Oh, my…” I could just barely make out Jasmine’s breathy words. “Is this?”

“Mhmm,” I moaned into her ear and she pushed her ass back into me.

Jasmine let her head fall back as I rubbed gentle circles over her swollen clit. She reached back, looping her finger through the collar I wore around my neck and pulled, bringing my ear down to her lips.

“Well, we can’t break a promise to the dead, now can we?”

I shook my head, the heat of anticipation radiating throughout my body.

“On your back.”

Tiny sparks zapped over my skin in a wave from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, slowly morphing me into the good little pet my girl needed me to be.

I lowered to my knees, pulled the leash from my back pocket and held it up for her.

She took it with a smirk, clipping it to the collar before giving me a firm shove on my shoulder. It wasn’t nearly enough force to move me, but I stumbled back anyway, landing on my back.

Jasmine dropped to her knees, landing hard on my stomach as she straddled me.