5

Gigi

As my prowler pushes me against a tree, his taut body pressing firmly against mine, I am enveloped in the overpowering scent of his perfume. My vision becomes blurred momentarily until his soothing voice brings me back to reality. His slender fingers slowly circles my clit, sending shivers down my spine.

My back arches against the trunk and my hips slowly move against his hand. Finding myself shamelessly riding his hand and my pussy dripping with wetness which he appears to be the reason of. I am not in the right mind to watch him while having the pleasure that he is giving me. His pace becomes faster, so are my gasps.

“Mmm -” his grunts resonate near my ear, same like a growling animal poised to pounce and devour its prey. Despite the danger and the warning signs flashing in my mind, I find myself strangely allowing him to continue, almost welcoming his touch.

Instead of pushing him away or resisting, I surrender to the sensation, finding a strange sense of pleasure in his closeness and the touch of his hands. Two of his fingers slide without a warning and a moan escapes my lips. “Baby girl, you will come for me.” Regardless of my feelings, I still prefer to show him his place.

As the tension between us escalates, I feel myself teetering on the edge of control. Sparks seem to dance around me, heightening the charged atmosphere. Despite the fear and anger, a strange sensation of pleasure begins to bubble in the pit of my stomach. “Yes, baby. My God, your pussy is so wet for me. Let me drown my fingers in the deepness of your sweet pussy -” I find myself drowning in my own wetness and my legs trembles when he continues to move his fingers back and forth into the inner folds of my clit.

“Ah!” with the final moan and a lot of panting, feeling a surge of anger and adrenaline, I swiftly push him away, my rage reaching a boiling point. Every nerve in my body feels alive with fury. "How dare you touch my private parts?" I exclaim, my voice loud and clear, hoping to at least intimidate him with my words.

“Private parts, huh? I intend to fuck your private parts, sugar,” He nonchalantly crosses his arms over his chest, his dilated pupils the only visible feature in the tense atmosphere between us. The standoff continues, the air crackling with tension and uncertainty.

“You weren’t a little brat when my fingers were working inside of you and now you are complaining -” His voice drops to a dangerously low tone, sending a shiver down my spine. Ignoring the fear creeping up inside me, I lash out at him, my anger boiling over. "Shut the fuck up and take me back to the track!" I demand, my voice unwavering and firm. As he moves closer, my heart pounds in my chest, the fear intensifying and consuming my entire being. The tension between us thickens, the air heavy with uncertainty and apprehension.

Realizing the potential danger of the man, my mind races with thoughts of him being a possible serial killer, and the fact that I am alone with him, riding his hand as he fingers me to tears, seems like a foolish decision. As he moves closer, his hand reaching out, I act on impulse, raising my hand and delivering a swift slap to his face, only to realize that he is wearing a mask.

His reaction, a mix of surprise and offense, registers on his hidden expression, further adding to the tense and uncertain atmosphere between us.

Do I care? No!

Am I scared? Fucking Yes!

Do I wanna run away? Please!

I observe his expression changing into a chilling coldness, his eyes taking on the predatory gaze of a hunter. A lump forms in my throat as his raspy voice cuts through the air, "You vicious little ungrateful bitch!" His hand grips my arm, twisting it harshly, causing me to hiss in pain. With a forceful move, he flips me over so that my back is pressed against his front, bringing his face closer to my ear.

His menacing voice sends shivers down my spine as he whispers, "If I finish you right here, right now... no one will ever know anything about you." The threat hangs heavy in the air, engulfing me in a cloud of fear and uncertainty.

Feeling my breaths quicken, the air starting to suffocate me, I struggle and squirm in desperation until the loud revs of the bikes nearby catch my attention. "Help!" I manage to croak out, my voice barely escaping my constricted throat. Suddenly, his fingers wrap around my neck, squeezing and cutting off my ability to speak.

"You know I can crush your windpipe right this instant if you make another noise," he threatens, his grip tightening, instilling a sense of dread and helplessness within me.

I am gripped by fear, feeling utterly terrified. His aura is intimidating, bordering on dangerous. Unsure if he is a serial killer or a psychopath, I find myself paralyzed, with silence being my only option in this moment. Once out of immediate danger, I promise myself to confront him with courage. Suddenly, the dazzling lights blind us, making it challenging to see clearly.

"Now be a good girl and behave," he commands, his tone laced with a menacing edge as he senses the approach of other people. Before he leaves, he issues one final threat, his words hanging in the air like a chilling promise. "I will see you again, sugar," he says before pressing a kiss to my hair.

As a few bikes approach us, I swiftly tidy up my appearance, zipping my hoodie back up, while he puts on his helmet. He proceeds to inform the other bikers about the noises he heard coming from the woods, engaging them in the conversation.