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delightfulcollectivetyphoon · 2 months

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Predator/prey pt 3!

warnings: smut, bondage, this man is massive and you can't convince me otherwise, edging, hair pulling, consensual stalking, spanking, makeshift gag, praise, grinding if you squint, forest at night, fingering, i think that's it.

do i belong in horny jail? yes, yes i do

is he one of the h o t t e s t men there is? yes, yes he is.

sooooo can you blame me? no, no you cannot.

Part 4 (im sorry i just have a limited amount of time and i want you guys to get what you can thats why theres so many parts to this fic) will be out shortly!!! <333 p in v WILL be in the next part :) knifeplay too for all you kinky bastards (its me im kinky bastards you guys too)

Shit shit shit shit shit shit

You started to panic before remembering that there was no way he let something happen to you out here outside of his control. The thought of his protection made you feel secure, almost like you could feel his warmth surrounding you. It was an odd feeling, being protected by the very thing that threatened you the most. You carried that feeling off the porch and past the carport, until you were looking the woods dead on. The trees swayed in the breeze, and you could hear critters wandering through the bushes. It felt....peaceful. You found an opening in the trees and began your walk. You could feel eyes on you. You were trying to keep your composure, lest the animals sense your fear. You let the symphony of the forest guide you until you felt you could walk no farther. You had lost track of time, and you didn't know which way to go. The trail you were following had ebbed away, so you were now walking on fresh, lush forest floor. The crunch and smoosh of the leaves and moss cushioned you; the ground almost felt spongy. The wind whistled through the greenery, and the moon cast an eerie glow on the ground. The shadows from the tree branches almost looked like cracks in the Earth. It went silent, so silent that you could hear your heat beat.

All of a sudden, a wolf began its song, a melody joined by several others. The sound made your skin prickle, your hair stand up. You got a chill from your goosebumps and hugged yourself to keep warm. You had almost forgotten why you were out here, when a snapping noise came from the brush. You froze, your heart barely daring to beat. A drop of sweat ran down your temple, despite the cold. Was it James? Was it an animal? The line had blurred on the porch, and you were sure that they were one and the same. You took off running through the thicket, not turning back. You tripped over vines, roots, probably some animals, but you always caught yourself. You feared what was behind you, whether it was James or a wolf, and you didn't want to find out. You ran for God knows how long; you could run no more. Your surroundings were blurring together as you surveilled your area. You could see little eyes peeking out from the shrubbery all around.

"Didja miss me?"

You spun around, hoping to find the source of the voice. There was no one there. Your breathing became heavier, you were sure someone had said it. You didn't want to think that you imagined it, you wanted James to be here, you wanted him to protect you from the cold and the eyes and the wolves.

Two hands grabbed your hips, and you were flung around so your front was pressed into a tree. The hands kept their grip as you struggled against them.

"What did I say about getting asked questions? Where's my answer?"

Your mouth went dry, you could think of no words to say.

"You can answer me, or I'll tear the answer outta you myself. So, I'll ask again, did you miss me?" His right hand came down on your ass, you flinched as he watched the skin ripple.

"I missed you!"

"That's my good girl." You moaned at his praise, your ass still sore from the porch spankings. You could feel him harden as you arched your back, pushing your ass onto his erection.

"So, you're just forgetting all the rules, huh? I'll make you remember."

He flipped you around so you were face to face.

Holy. Shit.

He had a manic glint in his eyes, his teeth were bared. You could see his jaw muscle clench and unclench. His top and jeans were lightly torn at the sides, and the lower halves of his jeans were mud streaked, as if he had gone on a day-long trek through the forest. His hair, nearly glowing silver in the moonlight, looked as if he had just mussed it up, no longer slicked straight back, but instead hanging by his ears, sticking straight up in some places. You gasped as he gathered your hands in one fist and held them over your head, against the rough bark. He went straight for your neck, raking his teeth over it, sucking it, licking the bruises, and repeating the process over and over again. It seemed like almost every other new spot on your neck, he set his teeth just a little bit further into your skin, drawing a loud moan deep from within your throat. He pressed harder into you, and you could feel his hard length against your lower stomach, pulsing, nearly leaking through the denim. You wanted to grind against him to get any amount of friction, but you knew what would happen if you did. Once he was satisfied with your neck, he drew his hand away from your cheek and tugged the collar of your shirt so aggressively it tore at the seams. He used what was the front of your shirt to gag you, crumbling it into a ball and stuffing it just behind your teeth. You could taste the sweat from your panic-induced sprint; it made your mouth water even more. He trailed his hand back down to your chest which was covered with a black lace bra with seams of red.

"Such a pretty little thing to ruin," he whispered.

You moaned at his remark, your pleasure muffled by the spit-soaked fabric. You knew he was talking about you and not the lingerie. He traced the seams along the top of the garment. When he got to the side, he traced his finger up the strap and onto your shoulder. His finger continued towards your cheek, wiping away the single tear that had fallen during your capture.

He leaned forward into your hair, taking a fistful and inhaling your scent. Sweat, him, and the forest air intermingled in your tresses. He moved away from your hair, now to your ear. He licked the shell before nibbling roughly on the lobe. You whimpered as he dug his teeth into the pillowy skin. He moved on to your face, finally. His features had softened a fair amount; he had you subdued, there was no need to hunt anymore.

You couldn't handle it anymore. Your heart was about to shatter your ribcage, and your thighs were soaked with your arousal. You tilted your hips upwards to get some friction against his jeans, and you got it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his hand rocketed towards your cheek. The impact stung worse than when you were spanked; he was really pissed off. He immediately pinched your cheeks together in his hand as he glared into your eyes.

"What the fuck did I say by the car? Did I not make it clear to you that you are under my command? Did I not make it clear that you will be punished?"

You whined around the fabric as he let go of your face and forced you down to your knees. He undid his belt and took your hands in his. Your head hung as he bound them, your breath wavering and your lungs heavy.

"Hey."

You came out of your daze as he squatted down to your level and gently lifted your chin with his pointer and middle finger.

"If it's too much, I want you to set your knee on my boot. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded as he examined your features. He could tell that you were sure to let him know immediately if you were pushed too far.

"That's my good girl," he muttered as he stood.

"Now, you only get to use your mouth if you behave with your hands. Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded yet again.

He began to unbutton his jeans before you reached your hands towards his and took them in yours. He understood as he set his hands back by his sides, lifting one to stroke your hair encouragingly. You dragged your fingers over the outline, looking up to gauge his reaction. He tilted his head back slightly as he bared his teeth. You took that as a good sign before moving on to the zipper. He sighed as you nearly tore the tab off the track, relieving him of the insane pressure. You felt a string of spit hit your thigh as you stared at him.

Jesus Fucking Christ. Was this dude like a science experiment or something? How horny were the scientists?

The fabric was nearly see-through due to the sheer stretch. You could see a line of precum running down his leg. You couldn't wait any longer, so you grabbed the hem with one hand as you purposefully dragged the fabric all the way down to his upper thigh. He inhaled through bared teeth as you wrapped one hand around him, the other hung there, still deciding what to do. You stroked him slowly at first, but when you became comfortable, you used your other hand to knead his sack, again, slowly, just to watch him squirm. He grasped your hair by the very root, causing you to moan loudly, despite your gag. He let out a tiny whimper at the sound of your pleasure. It felt like only a few minutes before he tilted your head back, and slowly removed the gag. He watched as a connecting string of spit slowly sank onto your thigh, and he dropped the soaked shirt onto the forest floor.

"You ready to use your mouth, pretty girl?"

"Yes"

"What will you do if it's too much?"

"Set a knee on your boot," you said, grinning slightly.

"Good girl"

He watched as you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, he almost pitied you. Almost. He slowly guided your head to his throbbing length. The head somehow looked even more swollen; the underside veins pulsed angrily. You slowly took him into your mouth, you almost feared breaking your damn jaw. Before you were even halfway down his cock, you choked, causing you to pull back. His hand kept you there.

"Breathe through your nose, baby. I know, I know," he said as you shook your head.

"I know you can do it. I know because you were fuckin' made for me."

He continued to stroke your hair, encouraging you to keep going. He gathered your tresses to the back of our head, holding them there, making it easier to focus. Your throat burned around him, the stretch almost too much. Your nose finally met his silvery bush. He gasped as you swallowed around him, making room for his girth. You slowly pulled away, the back of your throat lonely now. When you got to the end, you licked all the way from the base to the tip, earning you what sounded almost like a whimper. Your clit only pulsed harder as you continued your process. In all honesty, he was just so beautiful when he was about to cum. His chest rose and sunk in a beautiful rhythm, sweat gathered in his hair and almost dripped from his nose despite the temperature. He had become so desperate to cum in your mouth that every once in a while, he would grind against your face when you got to the very base. When you had finally reached what seemed like his climax, you pulled away, just in time.

"Fuuckk, what the hell was that for?"

You just shrugged and stated, "You just look so good when you're on the edge. I wanted to enjoy it a little more."

He smirked and stroked the side of your cheek. "I bet you look even better."

You stood, leaning forward to kiss him. He moaned, tasting his precum on your tongue. His hands roamed from your hips to your ribcage and back again, digging his fingertips farther than the rest of his hand. He finally broke the kiss and kept his hands on the gentle curve of your waist.

"You've been such a good girl for me, and now I'm wondering if you deserve a little more than being fucked against a tree, in the cold. We're going back to the house, but first..." He trailed off as he walked around you, stopping at your back. He slipped his hands around to your front, squeezing your breasts through the bra. You sighed as his fingertips grazed over the delicate skin, and he pulled you towards him. His cock dug into your thigh, and he groaned as you collided against him. His left hand abandoned your chest and snaked its way down your abdomen, stopping only at the waistband of your skirt.

"You ok with this?"

"Fuck yes."

He chuckled lightly and continued past the waistband, bunching the fabric between his forearm and your stomach. His hand skated lightly over your labia, and he dug his middle finger the tiniest bit into the folds, causing you to gasp as you felt him ghost over your clit. You reached both arms around his head and he moved in for another kiss. Your tongue collided with his, making you moan. He slowly dipped his whole finger under your folds, rubbing your clit gently. You jolted as you felt the first contact, breaking the kiss. You whimpered as he slowly increased his speed. You were shaky both from the cold and the stimulation, so he wrapped his arm around your ribcage, which to be perfectly honest, was the only thing keeping you upright. You gripped his thigh with all your might, trying desperately not to cum so early. You threw your head back as he grazed over your hole, giving him the opportunity to kiss and bruise what hadn't already been. He teased you by dipping his finger in, just a little deeper every time. When you could feel him enter you, you would try to grind against his hand, and he would go back to your clit. You knew he was playing a game with you, and he was good at it. You decided to remain as still as possible so that he would continue. The next time he teased your entrance, you began to squeeze your legs shut, but thought better of it and forced them apart, prompting him to insert himself farther.

"Fuck," he whispered against your ear. "My girl's so fuckin' tight."

You whimpered at the comment. You could feel his cock press into your thigh even more. You could feel it pulsing and begging for release, dripping more precum down your leg. As you squirmed in his clutch, you rubbed against him, making him let out the prettiest noises into your ear. Once he could go no deeper, he began thrusting, slowly at first, as to not hurt you too bad. He groaned in your ear as your arousal gathered on his hand, knowing it would soon be his cock drenched in your fluids. He picked up the pace before adding another finger. Your hole burned at the second intrusion. The only penetration you've had was your fingers, much smaller than his, less calloused. His rough fingerpads scratched against the spongy walls, especially the one on top, which he found immediately and began paying special attention to. Soon, you had his bicep in an iron grip and his lips locked with yours. You were thrashing in his arms, pained from the overwhelming sensations. You were so close, so close when his palm stroked your clit, and you lost it. You screamed into him, your legs squeezing so hard you were concerned you might break his hand. He carried you through your orgasm, softly rubbing your clit. Once the euphoria had passed, he brought his hand up to your mouth and you took his fingers, closing your lips over them, running your tongue over the joints, licking his fingers clean. He watched you, his eyes never leaving your mouth. When you were done, you nudged your tongue against his fingertips and he pulled away. He tucked himself back in his pants, and slung you over his shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped as your stomach hit his shoulder, but laughed when he began his journey back to the house. You beat your fists on his back in false aggression, but stopped when he began to speak.

"You keep actin' like that, I might just leave you here," he joked. You could tell he was smiling by his voice. He craned his neck to reach your thigh. When he did, he laid a soft kiss against the pillowy skin, earning him a gasp and a chuckle from you. Before you knew it, you were on his back porch, standing beside him as he unlocked the door. It creaked open, revealing the lights of the kitchen.

"Won't everyone else hear us?" you asked nervously.

"Ah no, they're all gettin' shitfaced at some bar probably."

You grinned at his remark and let him lead you to his room.

#james hetfield #metallica #papa het #GOD I WANNA FUCK THAT OLD MAN #IF OLD WHY SEXY #TILL MY JAW LOCKS AND MY THROATS SORE #he can do whatever he wants to me ONG

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