Bryan held her face between his hands and studied her with a small smile creasing his cheeks. “A bit overwhelming, isn’t it?”
She let her gaze travel over his lips and up to his eyes and found herself falling into them. The ground beneath her feet became soft, and it seemed as if his hands were the only things anchoring her to the world. “Yes, Sir.”
He nodded and cupped the back of her neck, bringing her lips to his in a powerful and demanding kiss. She molded her body to his, delighting in the sensation of her fur rubbing against his skin. With a low growl, he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking into her mouth and giving her a taste of his essence. She answered with a purring moan of her own and sighed when he buried his hands in her curls and tugged hard enough to make her wince with delicious pain.
“You’re so damn tempting.” He thumbed her erect nipples through the thin top and released his hold on her hair.
He moved so she could see their destination, and she tried to figure out what it was. A ticket booth stood next to a large wrought-iron gate. Above the gate, a neon sign said THE WILD HUNT. A fence extended out as far as she could see in each direction, enclosing the forest beyond as well as part of the water lapping at the shores of Belle Isle.
Before she could question him, Bryan tugged her leash, and she followed him to the ticket booth. Across the back of the booth, an array of what she could only identify as elaborate squirt guns lined the walls. A handsome black man dressed like an old carnival barker in a white shirt and red-and-black-striped vest nodded his greetings. Around his thick arms he wore black garters, and he even had an impressive handlebar mustache. “Welcome to the Wild Hunt. My name is Montel. How may I help you today?”
Bryan smiled and stroked his hand down Tanwen’s back in a soothing gesture. “We would like to join the hunt. How exactly does it work?”
Making a noise deep in his throat, Montel examined her before turning to the rows of squirt guns behind him. He hefted one off the wall and brought out a bag of hot pink balls from beneath the counter. As soon as she saw the balls, she realized what any mother with teenage boys would understand. Those weren’t squirt guns; they were paintball guns.
Montel poured the balls into the gun before handing it to Bryan. “It’s quite simple. You release your pet into the forest, and she runs. You have thirty minutes to capture her. Once you tag her with that paint, she’ll be out of play, and you can have her any way you want.” He turned to Tanwen and winked. “However, if you fail to tag her, she can claim any of the wild beasts she wants as her prize.”
Bryan grunted. “Wild beasts?”
“Yep. Leopards, bears, wolves, that sort of thing. Some are real people, and some are VR creations. They roam the forest looking for loose pets. If they manage to drag your pet off to their den before you tag her, they get to keep her. You can tag them with your paintball gun as well to either take them out of the game or keep them for later use when you find your lost pet.”
Tanwen shivered and inched closer to Bryan. “Permission to speak, Sir?”
Bryan nodded and cuddled her close to his side.
“You said the wild beasts get to keep me if they catch me; what does that mean?”
“That depends on your agreement with whoever captures you. It can range from spanking to sexual intercourse. Of course, you can always use your safe word to end the simulation if things get out of hand or if you feel truly threatened.” Montel’s dark eyes softened, and he gave her a gentle smile. “There are game wardens watching you at all times to make sure that no one cheats and everyone is all right.”
Bryan gave her bottom a cruel pinch, and she yelped. “So you have no one to fear, except me.”
She glowered at him, but her lips twitched into a grin as she rubbed her bottom.
Montel chuckled and glanced over at the entrance. “If you’ll take off your pet’s leash and hand it to me, she can go in.” He gave her an appraising look while he twirled the ends of his handlebar mustache. “Foxy lady, go inside of the gate and take the first archway on the left. It will take you into a simulation of Yellowstone Park in December.”
She glanced down at her barely there clothes and almost spoke before looking to Bryan. “Permission to speak, Sir.” He nodded, and she continued. “Do I get a coat or some boots to wear?”
“No, and you won’t need them. The climate is a warm sixty-eight degrees in our VR version of Yellowstone. No need to worry about virtual snow melting.”
Bryan unhooked her leash and looped the chain around her waist, tugging her close so he could whisper into her ear. “You better run fast because when I find you, I’m going to claim your tender asshole as my reward.” He moved his face away, and his gaze heated while the hard bulge of his erection pressed into her stomach. “You may cry, but I guarantee your cunt will be coating my balls in your cum by the time I’m done with you.”
She gaped at him, her mind spinning through the rough and erotic picture he painted. His gaze turned cold, and he dropped the chain from her waist, pausing to squeeze both of her butt cheeks in his hands. “If you let someone capture you first, I’ll be very disappointed in you.”
Her chin trembled, and she nodded, ashamed of her emotional reaction to his words. His disappointment shouldn’t mean that much to her, but just the thought of letting him down made her heart hurt. Never, in all her years of marriage, had she ever been in a situation as intense as every moment of her time with Bryan was. Even if she knew this man a hundred years, she had a feeling he would constantly surprise her, always push her beyond her limits. Right now her pussy pulsed with need, and she would have gladly taken a rough round of anal sex if that meant finally having him inside of her.
Who knows how long she would have been standing there staring into Bryan’s eyes if the man behind the counter hadn’t briskly rang a bell. “Off you go, foxy lady. The hunt has begun.”
Giving in to a mischievous impulse, she gave Bryan’s butt a pinch as she streaked past and laughed as his delicious threats rang in her ears while she sprinted for the entrance. She paused for a brief moment in the paved square that branched off into several different areas, examining each before finding the archway that led into a snow-packed wonderland. In other circumstances, she would have taken the time to admire the beauty of the ice glinting on the trees and the breathtaking winter mountains that surrounded her. Instead she took just long enough to get her bearings before she sprinted off to the left, following a meandering trail that led into a pine forest.
The world flew by her in a flurry of scents and brief bursts of color among the white of the thick snow that blanketed everything. The powdery snow felt like feathers beneath her feet, and her body carried her forward with a speed she hadn’t possessed since she ran track in high school. It felt so good to open up, to really run without the aches and pains that came with getting older. Her tail streamed out behind her, and she found her animal ears picked up sounds she never would have heard.
Far ahead, heavy breathing alerted her to the presence of another animal, so she changed direction and scampered up the side of a granite boulder, nimbly hopping from one outcropping to the next. A quick glance over her shoulder showed her the tops of the pine trees, but not far enough back to see if Bryan had made it in yet.
The chain holding up her skirt jingled as she rounded the top of the boulder. After a look around to ensure she was alone, she removed the bikini top and skirt before hiding them in a snow drift. The sparkly pink fabric stood out against the white snow, but her fur blended in perfectly. Her pink nipples and sex stood out from the pure white of her pelt. She felt undeniably sexy, which further heightened her arousal. A gust of air brought the faint musk of a male to her, and she scrambled into action.