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Meet me by the lake. Come alone.

That was all the note had said. It had been hastily scribbled on a napkin and dropped in her handbag at some point during the party. Chelsea wondered the handwriting looked like Cole’s, but it didn’t look quite right, as if he had used his left hand or something. Determining that the note must have come from her fiance, Chelsea decided to follow the vague, somewhat ominous note.

Aside from the distant sound of music, it was quiet down by the lake, not a sign of another person. The sun had almost completely set, and although it wasn’t raining, the air was thick and heavy with moisture. Chelsea could feel the wet grass brush against her toes peeking out of her sandals.

She wished that she that she had bought a jacket with her as she felt her skin start to goosepimple from the growing cold. Never mind, she wondered, if Cole was out there, he would surely warm her up. But where was he?

Chelsea scanned the lake one last time before turning to the woods that ran beside her. The trees cast long, dark shadows so that she couldn’t see anything beyond the treeline. But as she was looking, she heard the sound of a twig snapping under foot. It sounded heavy like a person.

“Cole?” She called out. Silence.

“Cole.” Chelsea tried again louder and clearer this time since she wondered she could something moving between the trees.

Usually Chelsea would have been much more apprehensive about going alone into the woods potentially following with an unknown stranger, but as it was her engagement party and everyone was here to celebrate her and Cole, she decided that on this occasion it would be fine. Still, she found herself hesitating as she stood at the edge of the treeline. Taking in a deep breath, she could hear the sound of her heart beating inside her chest and smell the damp, earthy scent of the woods. She then took a step forward.

“Cole,” she called out. “Are you…”

But she was cut short by the feel of something roughly pulling her hair from behind and a large, calloused hand smothering her mouth. Tears pricked the back of her eyes, not so much from the pain, but the shock of suddenly being so roughly handled. She tried to call out, but the hand muffled her cries.

“Don’t make a noise,” a familiar voice growled in her ear, low and menacing. His breath, tinged with the peaty smell of whisky, caressed her skin. “I’m going to move my hand, and you know what you have to do. Alright?”

Chelsea nodded as his hand slid away from her mouth and rested against her exposed collar bone. His thumb and index finger followed the curve of her slender neck. All he would have to do is squeeze… but Chelsea knew the words, two little safe words that would have him backing away from her.

She could feel him pressed up behind her. The heat of his body and his heart pounding inside his chest as adrenaline coursed through him and spreading into her. She could feel his erection growing and pressing against her butt cheeks. The thin, silky material of her dress doing very little to protect her. Chelsea let out a small, muted whimper, but she didn’t say the words.

“That what I thought,” the husky voice rasped in her ear. “You filthy little slut.”

Before Chelsea could respond, she suddenly found herself flung up against one of the trees. Chelsea braced herself for the impact as the side of her face was forced up against the bark. She could feel it cutting into her and was sure it would leave a graze that she would somehow have to explain to her party guests. But she couldn’t worry about it in that moment as her attacker kicked her ankles.

“Spread them.” Chelsea did as she was told. “Good.”

Her dress was then lifted up around her waist, exposing her bare, round bottom. The cold air caused her skin tontingle, as the thong she had picked out did nothing to hide her modesty. A calloused hand slipped between her legs, pulling her underwear to one side, while the other one still held in place.

“Oh, look at that. You’re so wet right now,” the voice cooed into her ear. “Horny little slut gets turned on by the thought of me violating her body. Don’t you?”

His fingers teased at her entrance, slipping in her wetness. Chelsea bit back a whimper when his thumb brushed against her clit.

“Say it, say you’re a filthy, dirty whore.”

His fingers tugged at her hair, pushing her face further against the tree.

“I’m… I’m a filthy, dirty whore,” Chelsea’s voice caught in the back of her throat as she tried to speak. Her fingers digging into the bark of the tree.

“Yes you are,” her aggressor agreed, slipping a finger in between her wet, dripping lips. Chelsea moaned. She was nervous, worried, cold, and slightly sore, but she didn’t think she had ever been so turned on in her whole life before.

“What would your fiance say if he could see you like this now? See you for the cheap little skank that you are. Do you think he would still want you?”

“I… I… don’t…”Chelsea struggled to speak as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her so that her juices coated his hand.

“He would call me a whore,” she finally managed to stutter out.

“Yes he would. And I’m going to show you what happens to greedy little whores like you.”

He removed his hand from between her legs, and she could hear sound of a zipper coming undone. Chelsea stood panting, pressed against the tree, preparing herself as he grabbed her by her the hip, his fingers burying into her soft, smooth skin. She then felt the head of his cock ramming against the entrance of her pussy. She gasped as he forced himself all the way inside her, stretching and probing her without regard.

He smacked into the back of her, jolting her forward. Chelsea cried out as her pelvis hit against the hard, unyielding bark of the tree. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her as he held in place.

“Quiet bitch,” he hissed, digging his nails into her hip bone.

Chelsea bit her bottom lip as he continued to work in and out of her. She could feel his entire length thrusting and pounding inside of her, making her want to moan and whimper out load. A shocking sense of fear and desire erupting inside each time he slammed against her.

“You want this so bad,” he growled behind her. “You’re so fucking wet for me right now. You’re so shamless.”

Chelsea nodded, the bark scratching against her cheek. She was. He was hurting her, humiliating her, using her as a play thing, but she wanted more. Chelsea bucked her hips, meeting his thrusts as he penetrated her harder and deeper.

“You’re just a dirty little fuck toy aren’t you.” He gave her hair a sharp tug, pulling her head right back, before letting go. His hand slipped down to the nape of her neck, slowly sliding round so that he had hold of her throat. “I can do whatever I want to you, and you’ll just let me.”

He then began to squeeze. Chelsea gasped as he constricted her airways, but she didn’t try to push him off or struggle in any way. Instead, she embraced it, letting the euphoric feeling of breathlessness wash over. He was right he could use her anyway he pleased, and she would lap it up. She was desperate, greedy, and filthy. Just for tonight she was his shameless little fuck toy.

“There you go,” he murmured almost tenderly as he tightened his grip round her delicate throat. “You going to cum for me aren’t you.”

Chelsea nodded, unable to speak even if she wanted.

“Good girl,” he purred, giving her butt cheek a hard slap that caused her whole body to quiver in pain and anticipation.

“Cum for me, slut,” he snarled picking up the pace. Chelsea felt as she was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen and the way he repeatedly, relentlessly continued to plough into her.

He spanked her again, the sharp, stinging noise ringing out through the woods. If anyone was standing down by lake they would have surely heard. But Chelsea didn’t have time to think about that as she could feel feel her orgasm releasing inside her. A silent scream tried to escape her salivating lips as her legs began to tremble.

Her assailants grip loosened as he let go of her neck and grabbed her hip bones with both hands. He gripped so tight that she was sure he would leave a bruise. With one final slam, she could feel him empty his seed inside her. Catching his breath, he slumped against her, slowly milking every last drop inside her.

“That was amazing,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to pull out in a second. Wait a couple of minutes, then come find me.”

“Uh-huh,” Chelsea panted.

“Good girl.” He stroked her tussled hair and kissed her on top of her head before pulling out. She could feel his cum gushing out of her, streaming down the insides of her legs, as her dress fell down back over her bottom.

She listened to the sound of his footsteps crackling as he walked away. But she didn’t turn to look at him as she was still trying to catch her breath and process what had just happened.

After a while, Chelsea was able to collect herself enough to walk back inside and freshen up in the bathroom. Just as she suspected she had a graze on her cheek, but it wasn’t that noticeable once she clean it, and she was able to mostly cover it with her hair that she managed to brush straight with her fingers. Aside from that, she decided she looked presentable enough. No one would see the bruises on her hips anyway.

Once she rejoined the party, she found Cole in the dining room. He smiled when he saw her and beckoned her over. She noticed he had a fresh tumbler of whisky in his hand.

“You found me,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Chelsea nestled her cheek into his chest. If he noticed her graze, he didn’t say anything.

“Of course, I’ll always come to you,” she replied.

Standing close to him, she could feel the heat of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Beneath the scent of his cologne and aged whisky, she could smell the damp, earthy aroma of outside. Breathing him in, she nuzzled in closer.

“Aww, look at you two. Aren’t you both just adorable,” one of the guests remarked.

Chelsea blushed. She had to agree that they were.

NSFW: yes

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