004

MELANIE

I sat there, heart pounding in my ears, the weight and darkness of the night pressing down on me. In that stillness, I knew I had to feign the compliance he expected—anything to give me a chance to survive.

I forced my face into an expression of resigned submission. Every muscle in me screamed to flee, yet I played the part of the obedient captive. My mind raced with plans for escape, calculating the precise moment when I might catch him off guard. Because the thought of inaction was more unbearable than any other risk.

For several agonizing minutes, the oppressive quiet was punctuated only by Ivan’s slow, measured breaths and the distant murmur of the dark road. I wasn't looking at him, but I couldfeelhis eyes on me—a silent, predatory appraisal that made my skin crawl.

He’d taken his hand off my thigh to cut the engine of the truck, but now it was back, harder and firmer than before as he jerked me across the seat so I was nearly on top of his lap.

And still I said nothing and didn’t look at him. But that silence was broken by the sound of him pulling his zipper down.

“I want you to be a good girl and suck my cock.”

I clamped my jaw shut and shook my head.

“Don’t make me force you, little girl. Do what I want, and I'll make it feel good for you.”

My fear morphed into rage, into something that was another entity breathing fire inside of me. I looked at him then, keeping my face void of the anger I felt. I had to play along. I had to make it seem like I was a good girl and wouldn’t fight him.

“That’s it,” he whispered and snaked a hand behind my head to grip my hair, tugging at the strands and jerking me downward. I lost my balance and braced a hand on his tree-trunk sized thigh covered in stained denim.

I held in my shock–or maybe pure horror–at the sight of his bared cock.

Ivan’s dick was thick and long, the uncircumcised length leaking pre-cum beneath his foreskin. He gripped the center of his cock with his other meaty hand, and stroked downward, pulling that extra skin down to reveal his bulbous cockhead.

“Open up, pretty girl. My cock is big, so your jaw is gonna hurt if you’re doing it right.” He angled his dick at my lips, and the steady flow of semen from the crown had my mouth watering and my pussy clenching and tingling.

Did the latter make me a horny slut?

Ivan smeared this cock along my lips, the salty flavor of his cum coating my tongue and exploding in my mouth.

“Lick me. Suck my head.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and exhaled.

“And if you bite me, I’ll make it hurt when I finally fuck you, little girl.” The warning was a growl in his voice, and I knew he meant every word.

Ivan clearly didn’t like my hesitation because he shoved his dick past my lips, forcing it into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull my head back, but Ivan wasn’t having any of that.

“Suck the foreskin. Make it good for me.”

He kept a hard grip on the back of my head, so my face was forced to stay right where it was, his cock lodged deep in my throat. I gagged and shook my head, my eyes watering as he used his hold in my hair to lift my head up and push it back down.

Repeatedly. Using my mouth to fuck his dick, saliva dripping out the corners of my lips.

I had to pretend to play along. So I relaxed, which had him groan and ease up on my hair. I had to force myself to suck his cock, swirling my tongue up and down his shaft just to make him think I’d do what he said. I blew him like this for a few seconds until I felt him relax against his seat and heard his grunts and groans intensify.

He pulled my head off his dick, and I sucked in a lungful of air. “Suck the cock skin. And remember what the fuck I said about biting, little girl.”

I stared at his thick dick, and with resignation and submission, I leaned in and dragged my tongue along that extra skin covering his cockhead. Despite his grease-stained hands and clothing, Ivan smelled of soap and fresh, clean male.

After paying slow, thorough attention to that looser skin with my tongue, I started sucking on it, pulling it into my mouth until he was grunting and groaning and thrusting his hips up and down.

I thought he may orgasm and that this was the end of it, but with a harsh sound leaving his chest and with his hand still angled in my hair, Ivan tipped my head back enough so I could see his face. He stared at me, his focus on my swollen lips and the way saliva dripped out of my mouth and onto his lap.

“So fucking pretty,” he grunted out.

It was then that I made my move. In a burst of desperate courage, I struck. I lashed out with all the force I could muster, catching him off guard as my hand connected with his face.

His grip on my hair faltered, his head cracking to the side. I knew the only reason I'd gotten a punch on him was because he didn’t think I'd had it in me. I only needed that split second to act. Fate, destiny, or maybe a god was helping me out because the cab door swung open.

I threw myself to the side, and I tumbled out, the chilly night air slapping my face as I crashed onto the gravel road. Pain and adrenaline mingled in a searing rush that drowned out every other sensation.

The air escaped my lungs as I pushed myself up. I heard the driver’s side door open and close then Ivan’s boots hitting the gravel and crunching as he walked slowly and with purpose around the truck.

Without hesitating, I stood and bolted toward the edge of the forest that surrounded us, its creeping shadows promising both refuge and uncertainty.

I panted as I held my hands out to stop anything from slapping me in the face. Branches whipped past me, scratching at my skin, as I ran blindly into the darkness, every instinct honed solely on escape.

The woods were a chaotic blur of shapes with the intermittent slashes of moonlight seeping from above. I wanted to be quiet, but my footsteps pounded on the ground, and the rustle of leaves and snapping branches beneath my feet was a neon sign of exactly where I was.

For a fleeting moment, I hoped that the darkness and thick trees surrounding me would create an escape and keep me hidden from Ivan. But reality crashed around me when I heard the heavy, determined footsteps of my captor right behind me.

He was persistent, relentless—and closing in.

Panic surged anew as I pushed myself harder. I dared a glance over my shoulder, and through the pale shimmer of moonlight, I saw Ivan’s looming silhouette breaking through the tree line as he ran forward and came closer.

Before I could find another escape route, a searing pain erupted in my ankle when it twisted under my weight. I was about to crash to the forest ground when I felt a huge hand on my arm, yanking me upright so I didn't fall.

I gasped, my body twisting in the struggle until I faced Ivan and he pressed me against a tree. We both panted, trying to catch our breaths from the chase.

In that chilling moment, as I fought against the inevitable pull of his strength, I realized that my escape had only accomplished one thing.

To bring the predator that Ivan truly was out in the open.