Mac closed his eyes and then opened them again to look at the woman before him. Fuck she was something else, so much more than he had ever thought she was.
It was stunning, she was stunning, with her porcelain skin and flowing hair, and now she was so much more than just the eye candy he had decided she was.
In all his life he had never met a woman who could keep him engaged for more than the time it took to pursue and kill her.
Meghan's online personna was just a mask, to hide something malevolent and evil and he was blown away. He was not new to stalking, this was what he did, but somehow, the thrill of that was nothing like the thrill of being at her mercy.
They had been out there in the canyon for hours and he had been learning a hard lesson; one he wouldn't soon forget if things went his way and he lived. It was still an if at this point.
He had let his guard down for just a second and she had been waiting to strike, and strike she did.
Her true self had been right under his nose this whole time and he never knew it, Mac thought that he would always have the upper hand with women and this woman had disproved everything he knew about himself and his abilities.
Mac had followed her and stalked her and yet he didn't know her at all.
"Alright. Enough foreplay let's get to the main event Meghan," Mac snarked at her, then made an obscene gesture with his tongue and grinned. She just ignored him, which she had done a good part of the night and he hated that. But when she wasn't ignoring him, when she was interacting with him; Jesus Christ.
He was tied up with his own zip ties, such a rookie mistake and if he wasn't so fucking turned on he'd be spitfire mad about this. A hard dick has no conscious the saying went, and his granite hard dick didn't care about anything but relief and that's why he was in the position he was in. He'd grossly underestimated Meghan and now she was giving him nothing but torture and blue balls, there was no release in sight.
"I bet you're so fuckin wet by now?" Mac crooned at her and Meghan scowled at him, ''You. So. Are." He said slowly, "I know you are. You're soaked, admit it. You want my dick inside you…"
"I'm dry as the fuckin red sand out in this godforsaken canyon…"
"Bullshit," He countered, "I can smell you, you fuckin liar." And she laughed at him, as if being called a liar was something to be upset by, " Even tied up I ain't lost my touch, untie me and let's get to it."
Meghan had him under a spell, captivated, captive and hard as stone. He never wanted a woman more than he wanted her, it was worse now that he knew what she was, or had he known all along. Maybe that had been the appeal, in her did he see a kindred soul?
Thinking back he couldn't remember what had led him to her instagram, was it her eyes most of all, the green evil he now recognized.
''Oh ...fuck yes," He groaned as Meghan slithered down over his lap and squeezed her thighs together.
He let out a long satisfying sigh as she rocked herself across his lap. This was going to kill him, she was going to kill him with her pussy so close to him yet so far away. It was the worst torture he could ever think of and the best thing that ever happened to him.
Mac was desperate now, he wanted to touch her, mark her forever as his; as a man ruled by his whims and his cock, Mac always got what he desired. Yet she was denying him, everytime she felt him about to cum, from his breathing or what she felt between her legs she stopped, making him crash back down to nothing, only to edge him back up again and again.
He cursed her, screamed and yelled all the time knowing no one could hear him, threatened her and she ignored it all, then stopped and drew blood again as she brought the knife to his collarbone.
"Shut up," She whispered in the darkness. This cut was deeper than the first.
"Come on baby, put me out of my misery…" He watched as she slid he knife over his chest then sat it down on the bed of the truck next to them.
Then her lips were on the cut she had made on him and she sucked hard. Mac struggled against the ties but it was no use, not being able to touch her was worse when she was touching him, as infrequent as that had been so far.
When he got loose she was going to get the brunt of his sexual frustration in abundance, he was going to fuck her into next year.
Then her lips were on his, wet with his blood,-fuck yes- and his blood was on his mouth and inside of it as she kissed him hard and long.
The salty metallic taste stirred everything inside of him, set his blood on fire, and pumping so hard through his body, he was sure he was going to stroke out any minute and it would be so worth it.
"Fuckin dirty...so fuckin dirty," He sighed out in bliss, she was as murderous and kinky as he was, finally he had found her. He had found what he was sure never existed, a woman he didn't want to brutalize and kill.
Meghan moved again, dry humping him hard and without mercy and he groaned out loud, never in his entire life had he experienced what he dished out to others, this was mind blowing. The predator was the prey for once, but he was into it. If she killed him, she killed him, he could give fuck all at this point as long as she let him cum first, he was desperate for it now.
"What's your deal? Tell me what offer you think will change my mind about putting a bullet in your head, or cutting you until you bleed out," She stopped and moved to stand and not straddle him like she was previously. Mac let out an agonized groan, he needed her back on his lap, needed the pressure of her weight on him. Every time she lifted herself off of him he was back down to square one.
"No, please…" Mac groaned again, as he shook his head back and forth, his vision was going blurry, all the blood was rushing through his brain, his ears and lower, "Get me off first, then we can talk. I need it, I don't fuckin care how, just…I gotta..."
Meghan took her place back on his lap as the canyon wind blew through her hair. He watched her closely in the moonlight, each breath she took, the movement of her chest as she breathed had him hypnotized. Not knowing what she would do next was pushing all his buttons in the dirtiest way.
Maybe she was going to fuck him or maybe she was going to kill him with his own knife, or shoot him like she threatened. The unknown element was addicting, and she was worse than heroin.
Meghan was now his drug of choice.
He longed to touch her, to sink his teeth into her soft unspoiled skin, he salivated at the thought, but he couldn't even touch her...
Meghan kept herself close to him but not close enough for him to get his mouth and his teeth on her, the sexual frustration was going to burn him alive.
"Tell me what you want…" She murmured into his ear as she licked around the shell of his ear and pressed herself against the bulge in his pants.
Mac struggled against the ties on his hands, which were in front of him as she dipped down until her chest was just out of his reach.
It was different on this side of the fence, part of him liked it, a part deep inside of him that he didn't know existed.
"Right now, I'd give my left nut for those tits in my face…" He couldn't take his eyes from her.
"Oh," She grinned at him, "I'm sure it won't come to that."
"Come on untie me," He answered, "My cock could split granite right now, I'm so fuckin hard baby," He gasped, "No one's ever gotten me this way before, you're fucking amazing."
" I can feel it…" She moved in his lap and let his fingers brush between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, she wanted him.
"You're warm…" Mac growled, "Let me take care of you. You need a good hard fuck; that's what you need. I'll fuck you so good…"
"And after …" Her eyes met his, and they were inches away from each other, his blue eyes onto her green ones. He tried to kiss her and she pulled just out of his reach causing him to let out a frustrated breath.
"I'll fuck you again and again and again…"
"So you wouldn't kill me if you could?" She placed her hands over his head on the cab of the truck and dangled her breasts in front of his face, he was close enough to touch her t shirt with his face, but not close enough to feel her body.
"Fuck no!"
"Mac," She sat back and stopped torturing him with her body again, 'We both know those two acts are mutually exclusive for you."
"So you know me then?"
Meghan nodded, letting a slow grin move over her face.
"You like what you found out about me don't you?" He asked.
"I do," She moved closer, allowing him to view what was waiting for him under her shirt, her perfect tits were inches from his mouth and he was practically drooling.
Mac shook his head back in forth, he'd never been in such a sexual stupor before in his life. If she untied him, he'd follow her anywhere she led him.
"I don't wanna kill you," He breathed out, "I want you forever, I've been looking for you...forever."
"What if I don't believe you?"
"Believe me, what have you got to lose?"
"A lot," She rolled her hips over his, delighting in the sweet agonized look on his face. He was beautiful to her in that moment and that wasn't good. It was what it was though, attraction didn't care about danger, and sometimes that made it so much better.
'You aint got nothing to worry about …" He managed to say over his heightened state of arousal, his voice was deep and gravely and Meghan felt her stomach do a nosedive, "Imma do you right…"
Meghan watched the sweat rolling down his face and she licked it off his cheek, bringing her tongue close to his lips, sliding it over his lips, the inside just long enough to touch his and pulling away again. Mac felt chills go through his entire body unlike any he had ever felt before.
"Jesus Christ woman, come on," Then her lips were on his neck, and she rocked her hips like she was fucking him and he couldn't take anymore. She had finally gotten close enough for him to feel her breasts against his mouth and he didn't care that there was a t-shirt and bra between them.
He bit down hard capturing the side of her breast in his mouth and sucked hard. Nothing she did was by accident, that happened because she had allowed it to happen; there was no going back now.
Mac's flaming blood was beating behind his ears and his dick was throbbing, with her practically riding him like the Saturday Trifecta, there was no stopping the scream that ripped from his lips as he finally gave into the pressure she had put on him, and she finally let it go to completion, "You dirty little whore," He screamed out into the star filled night, "Oh fuck me, god dammit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucccccccckkkkkk."
It took him five minutes to recover from the hardest orgasm he had ever experienced, it had all gone white behind his eyes and Mac had been sure it was going to be the end of him. The pain that shot through his chest just before had felt like a heart attack and his breath was coming out in huge gulping gasps.
A few more seconds and he might have passed out. It was difficult to lift his head when he finally got ahold of himself. She was smiling and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, there was no denying he had caught feelings now.
'I'm going to untie you now," She whispered and laid a smoking hot french kiss on him that made all the hair on his body stand on end and his dick twitch, which shocked him, he'd never been so spent before from cumming in his pants.
He was sure he'd never get it up again without a days sleep and some crank up his nose. But here it was his dick was half hard again after that kiss.
"Don't even fuckin worry about me trying anything, you fuckin shot me right out…' Mac heaved, "I think we'd be great together, we can help each other, we like the same things… and god fucking damn we'll fuck the shit out of each other."
"I work alone…"
'Not any more," He answered, "Go ahead, cut me loose, with my own fuckin knife," Then he quirked an eyebrow at her, ''Don't think i didn't notice that either.'
"What exactly are you proposing?' Meghan asked as she cut his feet free and he moved them to get the circulation going.
"Well," He answered, as she cut his hands free and he dug them into her hair, "First I'm gonna throw you up on the hood of this truck and fuck you till neither of us can see straight, after that you're gonna call Calvin and dump him on his fat ass, then you and I are going hunting together."