u/HighestBounty

I sluggishly turned around in bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table; 03:00am, just like every night.

The whimpers turned into cries, then wails. The sound echoed through the dark room, it burrowed deep into my ears and rang through my head.

I began to weep.

I threw the covers off of myself and shuffled out of bed, walked over to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms, rocking her gently.

"Mummy's here baby, go back to sleep" I whispered.

After a while, the cries stopped.

I turned, placed the urn back on the shelf, climbed back under the covers and cried myself to sleep.

The soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep. Tiny little moans as she worked through yet another sleep cycle.

I sluggishly turned around in bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table; 03:00am, just like every night.

Grabbing the top of the duvet, I pulled it up around my neck and snuggled back into my pillow, praying she would settle herself.

The whimpers turned into cries, then wails. The sound echoed through the dark room, it burrowed deep into my ears and rang through my head.

I began to weep.

I threw the covers off of myself and shuffled out of bed, walked over to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms, rocking her gently.

"Mummy's here baby, go back to sleep" I whispered.

After a while, the cries stopped.

I turned, placed the urn back on the shelf, climbed back under the covers and cried myself to sleep.

The soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep. Tiny little moans as she worked through yet another sleep cycle.

I sluggishly turned around in bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table; 03:00am, just like every night.

Grabbing the top of the duvet, I pulled it up around my neck and snuggled back into my pillow, praying she would settle herself.

The whimpers turned into cries, then wails. The sound echoed through the dark room, it burrowed deep into my ears and rang through my head.

I began to weep.

I threw the covers off of myself and shuffled out of bed, walked over to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms, rocking her gently.

"Mummy's here baby, go back to sleep" I whispered.

After a while, the cries stopped.

I turned, placed the urn back on the shelf, climbed back under the covers and cried myself to sleep.

The soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep. Tiny little moans as she worked through yet another sleep cycle.

I sluggishly turned around in bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table; 03:00am, just like every night.

Grabbing the top of the duvet, I pulled it up around my neck and snuggled back into my pillow, praying she would settle herself.

The whimpers turned into cries, then wails. The sound echoed through the dark room, it burrowed deep into my ears and rang through my head.

I began to weep.

I threw the covers off of myself and shuffled out of bed, walked over to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms, rocking her gently.

"Mummy's here baby, go back to sleep" I whispered.

After a while, the cries stopped.

I turned, placed the urn back on the shelf, climbed back under the covers and cried myself to sleep.

The soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep. Tiny little moans as she worked through yet another sleep cycle.

I sluggishly turned around in bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table; 03:00am, just like every night.

Grabbing the top of the duvet, I pulled it up around my neck and snuggled back into my pillow, praying she would settle herself.

The whimpers turned into cries, then wails. The sound echoed through the dark room, it burrowed deep into my ears and rang through my head.

I began to weep.

I threw the covers off of myself and shuffled out of bed, walked over to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms, rocking her gently.

"Mummy's here baby, go back to sleep" I whispered.

After a while, the cries stopped.

I turned, placed the urn back on the shelf, climbed back under the covers and cried myself to sleep.

Turning the corner of the winding country road, the canopy of the trees blocked out the sunlight. Sporadic blades of illumination beamed through the tops of the trees, spotlights that bathed the foliage on the floor. Two cars stood stationary in the makeshift spaces of the entrance to the wood. Pulling up next to the Fiat, I glanced sideways. Her eyes stared longingly into mine, the corners of her mouth raised into a mischievous grin. Pulling out my phone, I opened the messages between us and reread the scenario we'd created.

- Wait until the coast is relatively clear. You'll then set off into the woodland. I'll follow soon after. We each have a goal we must fulfil. Yours is to find a secluded spot, out of sight of the beaten path. There, you'll take the opportunity to masturbate.

- My goal is to find you, get as close to you as I can without you knowing. And, when, not if, I do, you're mine.

- The safe word is Roxy, agreed?

Agreed -

Simple plan really, but the agreement was important.

I looked up again, your eyes still fixed on mine. They drifted to the other car parked a few spaces away, then back to me, you shrug your shoulders and raise an eyebrow. A slight nod of reassurance and that grin surfaces again. I hear your engine cut off and you step out of the car. The slight breeze rustles the sun dress you've chosen, the knitted cardigan snugs tightly around your shoulders. The stone pathway grinds under your ankle high boots as you set off for the treeline. My eyes follow you as you head down the makeshift track. The hunger builds up inside me, a predatory urge bubbling, wanting to spill out. I narrow my eyes and patiently wait, watching you disappear further into the woodland. I cut my engine, take out my phone and try to distract myself by scrolling through tedious social media posts. A few minutes pass by and the sharp sound of stones startle me out of my slumber. Looking up from my phone, I see an older bloke holding a lead, a well groomed golden retriever sensibly walks in front. I watch as they get into the parked car. That's my queue. Not wanting to waste another second I pull the keys from the ignition and get out of the car, locking it behind me and I eagerly walk into the woods.

The stone bath stretches forward for a while but quickly curves around a corner. I follow it, picking up my pace, not worrying about being quiet yet, for all you know I could be another dog walker. I focus on listening to the sounds of the wood, bees buzz in the wildflowers that line the paths border. Birds chirp their mating calls high in the branches of the trees. Once the carpark had disappeared from sight I began to look through the treeline, scouting for signs of broken brush and pockets of thick foliage. But even though the trees do a great job at blocking out the natural light, their trunks are spread far apart. I walk the path for a minute or so. It comes to a fork, shit, left or right? I study the right side first, the path ascends upwards and dips out of view ahead. The trees still spaced far apart. Moving my gaze to the left, the path curls again and disappears around another corner not too far away, but it's the growing density of the trunks and bushes that catch my eye. Left, it's got to be left. I turn and head down the path.

Once I reach the corner, I slow my strides down. The birds still chirp in the treetops but there's less flowers on the wayside here. Holly bushes and overgrown dicksonia act as a natural barrier of view deeper into the treeline. My footsteps get lighter, my sneakers muffling the sounds of footsteps. I carry on down the path some ways but freeze as I hear a snap to the left of me. My head spins in the direction of the sound but a large bush blocks my line of sight. A grin spreads over my face and I descend into the trees.

Keeping an eye just in front of me, I manoeuvre my steps around the branches and sticks that litter the floor. The moss and wild grass silence my footsteps. Making my way around the bush, ahead of me, about 20 feet, I spot a felled tree, its huge trunk splayed on the floor. Sunlight cuts through the darkness from the gap in the canopy. My eyes narrow as, slightly hidden behind a standing trunk, I see two bare legs, spread wide, boots digging into the dirt on tiptoes. The animalistic urge takes over, filling my body with heat. I crouch slightly and slowly creep forward, never taking my eyes off of the felled tree. You come into view ahead of me. Your legs open, black lace panties are pulled down and sit around your knees. Your stomach rests on the trunk, one hand on the rough bark slightly pushing you upwards while the other reaches under you and between your legs, your fingers circulate on your clit, your head down as you frantically try to get yourself off.

I slowly and silently close the distance between us. Muted moans escape your mouth. I watch as your fingers stop circulating and slide down your drenched pussy, heading for your entrance.

But I won't let that happen.

That is mine.

As I spring forward your body tenses in shock. Raising your head slightly you attempt to peer over your shoulder to see what the sudden rustle behind you was. But I'm too quick. My waist slams into your ass, pinning you against the trunk, your hand stuck underneath you. Grabbing the ponytail you conveniently put in this morning I yank your head backwards, air rushes from your throat as you exhale. Using my other hand between your shoulder blades, I pin your upper body to the trunk, you attempt to spin again, to confirm it's me, but your scalp burns as I rag your hair further back, a warning not to try again. Taking my hand from between your shoulder blades, I unbutton my jeans and pull them, and my boxers, down around my knees. My throbbing cock springs upwards when it's released from its fabric prison. Using my foot, I hook one of your boots and kick your legs wider, spreading you so I can gaze upon you, drinking you in.

I take hold of my dick, it twitches in predatory hunger, and guide the tip to your lips. You let out a gasp as I rub my end up and down your lips, already them wide and coating myself in your juices. Then, positioning myself on the precipice of your entrance, I grab your waist, pull your hair towards me and bury my dick inside you. You moan loudly, as it slides deep inside, the position you put yourself in allows my tip to glide across your inner wall.

"Stay quiet, bitch" I demand. The tone takes you by surprise, my voice deep, gutteral and threatening.

Biting your lip, I ram my cock inside you. You let out a muffled squeak when my groin slams into your ass, knowing every inch of me has just been pushed as deep as I can go into your dripping pussy.

"Touch yourself" I ordered. But you're confused, your thought process is broken by the experience. You again try to turn your head slightly, to sneak a glance behind you, but cry out as I yank strands of hair from your scalp and leave a throbbing hand print on your ass.

"Do NOT look at me, now play with yourself!" My tone sends a wave of heat through your body as you frantically manoeuvre your pinned hand back onto your clit, the rough bark scratching your arm as you do so.

You begin to rub your clit vigorously. Spikes of pleasure shoot up your spine. A warmth bubbles in your pussy and rises through your body. It spreads down your legs and they begin to quiver. You feel yourself contract around my cock over and over as you explode liquid all over me and the leaves on the floor. Your legs threaten to give way, but you simply slump onto the trunk. I don't stop however, you lay there limp, your legs still shaking from your orgasm. Your lower body shudders as I carry on pounding your hot pussy, the heat engulfing my dick as it slides in and out of you. Pure, adulterated pleasure fogs your brain as you just lay there and take it. Your head falls forward and bobs as I release your hair and move both hands to your waist.

You feel me speed up, the thrusts so fast you can't differentiate between being full from my cock or empty anymore. My hand smacks your cheek again and, for a second, your awoken from your pleasure filled slumber. You feel my hand slide over the raised print on your cheek and rest on your lower back. I'm pounding you with full force now, the bark cuts into your exposed thighs. A tinge of pain runs up your back and you stiffen as I bury my thumb into your asshole, you release a grunt that I mirror as you tighten around my dick. Animalistic groans come from behind you as you feel the warm liquid drain from my balls and fill your insides.

Panting, I pull my cock from inside you and you feel the stickiness of my cum as it dribbles out of your hole and runs down over your clit. Grabbing your hair again, I lift your head up and lean forward.

"Don't you look back" I whisper in your ear as I release you. You slump over the tree, panting. Pain throbs from your ass and your thighs. You hear me adjust my clothes and listen as I stomp off behind you. Not daring to move.

There's only one car in the car park when you return, your legs still unstable. Getting in, you breathe a sigh of relief and pick up your phone. There's a notification on the screen, just two words. As you read them your mouth curls upwards and your eyes roll back with pleasure.

- Good girl