WINTERING

Chapter 16: Don't Play

HARPER'S POV: My deepest fantasy about Duncan revolves around his hunt kink, the thrill of the chase, and the intense passion that comes along with it. There's something about his primal instincts, and his need to hunt that makes him incredibly alluring to me. Duncan sees hunting as more than just a recreational activity — it's a way to keep his skills sharp and connected to his primal nature. There's no better way for him to practice than by letting me be his prey.

I love the idea of hiding in the house or the woods, knowing that he's out there, watching, waiting, and ready to pounce. Even when I give myself an hour head start, he always finds me. He has some sixth sense, adding to the excitement and anticipation. I can feel my heart racing as I hear his footsteps approaching, or he jumps out from a tree with a mischievous grin. Duncan is unrelenting in his pursuit, and no matter how hard I try to outsmart him or escape, he always catches me. When he does, it's like an explosion of energy and passion.

Duncan was an expert at pushing me to my mental and physical limits. He knew exactly how to make me feel desired, loved, and wanted, all at the same time. And today, he was determined to make me cry over and over in pleasure. But surprise, his lips moved down my neck, his hands trailed behind, leaving a trail of fiery desire in its wake. I arched my back, signaling my need for more. With a wicked grin, Duncan obliged and plunged his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I couldn't get enough, and neither could he. I could feel his growing urge pressed against my thigh, and my body responded by getting wetter and hotter.

Every touch, every kiss, and every caress sent me deeper into a state of pure bliss. Duncan knew how to play me like a well-tuned instrument, and I was his willing participant. His fingers found their way, I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a violent cry, my body shaking with pleasure. Duncan's movements intensified, and he knew I was on the edge. He wanted to push me over that edge because that's where both of us found true ecstasy. With each thrust, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, and I could see the determination in Duncan's eyes. He wanted to make me cry, and he was going to succeed.

Bringing me one step closer to my breaking point. Duncan's lips clamped down on my neck, and his fingers hit the perfect spot, sending me over the edge. I let out a guttural scream, tears streaming down my face as my body convulsed with pleasure. Nothing else mattered but the overwhelming sensation of pure ecstasy. Duncan held me tight as I rode out the waves of pleasure, my whole body still trembling. He whispered sweet words in my ear, telling me how beautiful and unique I was and how much he loved me. It was in those moments that I knew he was the one for me.

Duncan enjoys having control, using his strong hands and powerful body to hold me down. I'll admit, I've even tried to slow him down by tying him to the bed while he's sleeping. Instead of deterring him, it only seems to make him more determined. He relishes the challenge and uses the same ropes to bind me to the bed. The feeling of being entirely at his mercy, unable to move or escape, is terrifying and exhilarating.

Duncan can mix pleasure with pain. Bondage doesn't scare him; in fact, he finds it arousing. With each new restraint, he takes his time to explore every inch of my body with his fingers and mouth, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. When I think I can't take anymore, he brings me to the edge of release before backing off, teasing me until I'm begging for mercy. During our games, he becomes a different person — one who is confident, commanding, and in total control. I find myself completely consumed by the intensity of his touch and the passion in his eyes.

He becomes my every fantasy come to life. I know that for some, this type of play may seem unconventional or even frightening, but for me, it's the ultimate form of intimacy. There's a deep connection between us during these moments, a raw and unfiltered bond that leaves us both feeling alive and fulfilled. Duncan's hunt kink is not just a fantasy; it's a part of who he is. I am more than willing to embrace it, to be his willing prey, and to revel in the thrill of the chase with him. When we're together in those moments, nothing else matters — it's just him, me, and the intense rush of adrenaline and desire.