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Your legs slammed down into the ground beneath you, thighs spreading as your knees slid outward in the slick mud.

The rain fell so hard that it sounded like hail on the canopy of trees above you. Your arms were tied so tightly behind you that your shoulders screamed in agony from the muscles straining beyond what they could handle.

You shivered violently, the tiny little sleep set you were wearing doing nothing to warm you in the freezing downpour.

The rain sluiced down your face, plastering your hair to your face, dripping over your nose and soaking into the fabric of the gag Simon shoved between your teeth.

Only he wasn’t Simon right now. He wasn’t your loving boyfriend of two years. He wasn’t the man you were planning on marrying in a few months.

Right now, he was Ghost, and Ghost was furious.

His gloved fingers threaded into the hair at your scalp, yanking your head back until your face was parallel with the sky, the rain nearly drowning you as he forced you to look up at him standing over you.

“You want to fucking disobey an order? A direct fucking order, y/n. You want to put yourself in the hands of an enemy? Then that’s what you’ll get.” He hissed, the rain flowing off of his face and dripping onto yours, “So here’s a new order; run. You have five minutes to put some distance between us. And if I fucking catch you…” he lifted his head, looking off into the forest. He chuckled - dark, sinister - in a way you’d never heard from him before. Then he was pressing his lips directly against your ear, “You won’t sit properly for weeks.”

He pushed your head back forward and stuck his closed pocket knife into your hand. You knew you only had precious minutes to get that head start. You gripped the knife tightly, knowing you’d have to cut while running or find a hiding spot and waste precious time cutting through the ropes while you were stopped.

You pushed your feet under your body, slipping in the mud as you pushed off and started running, keeping your steps light and quick so the wet mud wouldn’t suck your feet down.

You flicked open the knife and sawed through the rope, ducking under low branches as you moved through the trees. Your hands started tingling, going numb from the lack of proper blood flow the longer your arms were bound up.

“Shit…” you whispered, feeling your hand weaken around the handle of the knife.

You continued to saw as fast as you could, the blade making slow progress through the rough fibers of the rope. The rain made everything slick, including the handle of the blade and it slipped, falling from your hand to the ground below.

It was nearly pitch black out and you knew you didn’t have time to stop and feel around for it, so you left it behind.

Panicked eyes looked for something, anything to cut the ties so you could have your balance back.

In a rush of adrenaline-fueled fear, you forced your bound arms back against the course bark of a tree, moving up and down with an urgency that bordered on manic.

The bark scraped painfully against your skin, but you gritted your teeth, taking it until you felt the ropes loosen.

The rain was a constant deluge, drowning out any sound but the adrenaline rich blood rushing in your ears and the panting breaths you were desperately sucking in.

Finally, you felt the rope give way, and your arms were free. Instant relief followed by instant panic.

You heard a low whistle from the direction you’d come from.

Times up.

He was far, but not nearly far enough.

Your wrists were red raw, the skin stinging as the rain hit them, but that pain was nothing compared to what would happen if Ghost caught you.

You rubbed them quickly, trying to restore some circulation, and then you were running again, darting between trees and leaping over underbrush in an attempt to put more distance between the two of you.

You knew that sound was the precursor to a hunt, a game of cat and mouse where he was the predator, and you, the prey.

Ghost stalked through the forest like a shadow, his movements silent and his eyes lethally observant. He scanned the treeline, searching for any sign of you.

His all black gear made him a wraith in the darkness, the backdrop of the forest nearly swallowing him up as he used the shadows to his advantage.

The forest was dense, but he knew it like the back of his hand. He could track the faintest signs, the smallest disturbances in the environment.

A snapped twig, a dislodged stone, the subtle scent of your shampoo mingling with the wet earth, the frayed rope at the base of the tree; all these things were just like breadcrumbs leading him to you.

Ghost had to admit, he was impressed by your tenacity. The way you'd adapted to the situation, trying to cut the ropes while on the move, showed how determined you were.

It only made the chase all the more exhilarating, the prize at the end all the sweeter.

"You're only gonna tire yourself out, love," he murmured to himself, "But let's see how far you get before I catch you."

His boots were sinking into the mud with each step as he continued his pursuit, but he remained as silent as the grave.

You slipped through the never ending mud, panting and coughing as the cold air burned your lungs.

The unsure footing made you collapse on your hands and knees into the ground, hands sinking into the shifting dirt.

You pulled yourself up with the last shreds of energy you had left, heart pounding as you heard another whistle behind you, closer this time.

No time left.

You pushed yourself to the limit.

The faint lights of the base penetrated the inky blackness of the cluster of trees ahead, a surge of desperate hope fueled your legs.

The rain-soaked ground claimed your feet again and again, but each time you got back up, splattered with mud but refusing to stay down.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a searing reminder of the distance covered and the distance yet to cover.

Ghost's whistles were a haunting echo in the background, getting closer and closer.

Then, a shadow flashed by your peripheral vision, closer than ever before, but you didn't dare to glance back.

You knew that looking back would cost you precious seconds, maybe the few seconds that stood between your capture and your escape.

Pushing through the undergrowth, the lights grew stronger, the edge of the woods just a few more meters away.

Your muscles screamed in protest, but your will was iron.

But Ghost was a calculated predator, his own skill devouring yours.

Suddenly, the ground beneath you gave way to tufts of grass, the path that led back to base.

You broke through the treeline, rain still plummeting down even harder as the open space gave no shelter.

The lights were clear now, the base so close you could almost feel the safety of its walls.

And then, with a speed that should have been contradicted by his size, Ghost was right there.

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around to face him.

The momentum of his body against yours sent you both crashing and tumbling to the ground, the impact dampened by the thick carpet of wet leaves and earth. You landed hard on your back, the jarring impact forcing the air from your lungs.

"Got you," he growled against your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps stand on your neck, your back pressed into the little pools of collected water on the ground beneath you.

There was a wild look in his eye. His grip on you was impossible to struggle against, his body pressed against yours, pinning you to the soft ground.

"You gave it a good run, love," he continued, teasing and taunting. "But you should've known better than to think you could outrun me. I always get what I'm after."

His thighs straddled your hips, a large hand securing your wrists above your head while the other slipped the gag back in between your teeth. Despite the cold that surrounded you both, you could feel the heat radiating from him, the strength that coiled within every muscle.

A flash of metal caught your widened eyes as the pocket knife in his hand glinted in flash of lightning overhead.

The same one he’d given you to cut through the ropes.

The same one you’d dropped in the mud in the dark.

The realization that he had eyes on you the whole time, that he was closer than he let on, caused a tremor in your body.

His voice was a low hum, rich with a menacing calm that had you reeling. "Hold still, little dove,"

The blade slid under the fabric of your sleepwear with careful precision, barely touching your skin, but the feeling of the sharp edge was terrifying.

You held your breath, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

With quick movements, Ghost began to slice through your clothes, the thin, wet fabric parting easily against the sharpness of the blade.

Little by little, the knife traced a path across your torso, the sound of the material ripping filling your ears until there was silence beyond the rainfall.

Your heart raced, and you sucked in a sharp gasp when you felt the cold air hit your skin. His hands were steady as he pulled the last shreds of your clothes away.

He tossed the ruined set aside, his eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that you hadn’t seen before.

"You're a sight, love," he murmured, raw and unchecked. "Even in the middle of this bloody storm, you're fucking beautiful."

His hands released your wrists, but before you could think of escaping, you were on your stomach.

Faster than you could blink, your hips were pulled up toward him with your face and chest in the dirt. You could feel him, rock fucking hard against your ass as he pushed you down further into the shifting earth.

"Fuck, you're perfect like this. Just stay down and take what I give you, dove.” he growled, his anger simmering just barely below his arousal. “You know I love you, but I'm about to fuck you like I don't."

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This wasn’t man you loved — not right now — but his words ignited something deeply primal within you, a fire that the cold rain couldn't extinguish.

Ghost's free hand snaked around to your front, finding that sweet spot between your legs that ached for attention. His touch was rough, fingers slick with rain as they teased and stroked, making you gasp against the gag still in your mouth.

Before you could exhale, his cock was lined up with your heat.

His thrust forward was brutal, filling you out entirely and stretching you in a way that had your toes curling and your fingers sinking into the mud.

You cried out into the gag, the wild blend of pleasure and pain making your thighs tense and your jaw slacken. He was deeper than you’d ever felt him, his cock slamming painfully into your cervix with each snap of his hips against your ass.

As he fucked you, Ghost leaned down, his breath hot on your ear. "This is what happens when you don't follow my orders on a mission," he hissed, his words intermingled with vulgar praise for your body's response to his rough handling. "You think you can be a cheeky little slag and almost get yourself fucking killed? Not on my watch. I'm going to drill it into you until you can't forget who's in charge."

His hand left your clit only to deliver a sharp slap to your ass, the sting radiating out and blending with the pleasure that coiled deep within you. The slap was followed by another, and another—each one a punctuation to his words and the unforgiving pace of his hips.

"You're mine," Ghost continued, his voice dark and possessive. "And I'll take you whenever and wherever I want. Even out here in the mud. You'll learn to obey me, or I'll fuck the lesson into you every damn time."

The mud beneath you squelched with each of his powerful thrusts, and the mix of pain and pleasure was like nothing you'd ever experienced with him.

Your muffled cries rang out through the storm, each one swallowed by the relentless downpour as Ghost pounded into you with a force that left you reeling.

You could feel the sting of the tears brimming your eyes, taste the salt of your tears soaking into the gag, but the rain camouflaged them on your cheeks. Your hands clawed into the mud, trying to push into it for leverage, but it was too slick, your knees sinking in deeper with every thrust.

"Look at you, taking cock like the fucking slut you are," Ghost sneered, "You fucked up, and now here you are—face down, ass up, with your pussy getting pounded into the mud."

His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. He held you in place, ensuring you felt every inch of his cock as it used it as a weapon of punishment.

"Did you think it was a game?" he taunted, harsh and raw above the drumming rain. "Out there on the mission, when you decided to play the hero? You're lucky it's just me teaching you this lesson, and not some enemy making an example out of you."

With each word, he emphasized his point with a sharp thrust, battering against your cervix, the deliciously painful sensation making your body curl in on itself, unable to keep the arch in your lower back.

"You won't forget this, will you? Who you belong to, who owns this pussy," he hissed, delivering another stinging slap to your already reddened and welted ass. "Remember this the next time you think about ignoring an order from me or any of the other boys."

Just when you thought you could no longer withstand humiliation and degradation Ghost was subjecting you to, you felt your walls tensing, the ripples of your orgasm building to an unstoppable point.

With a low, dark chuckle, he slowed his thrusts to a maddeningly tortuous pace, denying you the friction you needed to topple over the edge into the orgasm that was so fucking close.

"No, no, no, love," he taunted, his voice a twisted melody of control and desire. "Did I say you could cum? You don't get to cum until I say you've learned your lesson."

Breathless with need, you tried to rock back against him, to capture that release that was just on the other side of the edge. But Ghost held you still, the tip of his cock teasing you, but not granting enough contact to send you spiraling into release.

Then he reached for the gag, pulling it down and allowing it to hang loosely around your neck. "Tell me, dove," he commanded, his voice rough with his own restraint. "Tell me you understand why you're being punished."

You parted your lips to respond, to plead with him, but before you could form the words, Ghost shoved two of his fingers into your mouth. You tasted the rain, the earth, the tang of your own arousal on his skin.

"Suck," he ordered, his other hand shifting down to take the formers place to circle your clit with a firm pressure that had you whimpering around his fingers. "Show me how sorry you are. Prove to me you've learned your place."

You gagged and sputtered around his fingers, tears flowing full force now. Your body shook with the effort of holding back your orgasm, your muffled whines trying to escape around his fingers while you hollowed out your cheeks around them. His pressure on your clit made your hips jerk, your whole body tensing and shaking, staying right there on the edge.

Ghost's fingers plunged deeper into your mouth, mimicking the thrusts that he had so ruthlessly paused only moments before. "That's it, love. Just like that," he praised, "You're doing so well holding it back for me."

The tension in your body was almost unbearable, every muscle coiled like a spring, every nerve on fire.

Ghost pulled his wet fingers from your mouth, only to replace them with his wet thumb. "Bite down," he ordered, As you bit onto his thumb, he slipped his cock almost all the way out, leaving you empty and aching before driving back into you with a force that stole the breath from your lungs.

"Now, dove. Come for me now."

The orgasm that ripped from you did so with so much heat that you thought you might burn up the rain that landed on your skin.

Your juices flowed out around his cock, hot and slick, dripping down your thighs as your walls collapsed around him. Your eyes crossed, back arching as your jaw dropped open in a choked scream.

It drove Ghost to the edge. When he felt the tight clench of your pussy around him, his control shattered. His hips turned jerked, hell bent on reaching his own release.

"Fucking hell," he cursed through gritted teeth. "You feel so fucking good, so hot and so fucking tight around my dick, baby. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard."

His head snapped back, the muscles in his neck standing out as he let out a rough groan. "Fuck!"

His hips slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep as his cock pulsed, flooding you completely full of his cum.

Ghost's body shuddered as his orgasm ripped through him, his release prolonged by the vice-like grip of your still spasming pussy. His words slurring together in a string of pleasure-filled groans as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

The rain continued to fall down on you, but the storm seemed to calm right alongside Ghost. His chest heaved against your back, the mixture of your releases seeping into the earth beneath you.

Your weak body hung limp in his arms while he carried you back to base. His rain jacket wrapped tightly around you, protecting your decency even though there was no one out of bed at this late hour.

His boots squelched through the halls until he made it to his quarters. The soft thud of the door roused you out of the brink of consciousness, but the heat of the water in his shower on your chilled skin brought you back to the edge of exhaustion.

You could tell you were standing and leaning against his chest in the shower, his arm wrapped around your waist for support as he washed you gently. Then your damp body was being placed in his bed. His soft, warm sheets pulled over your body and his own warm body pressed up against yours.

His arms encircled you, pulling you back against his chest, his legs tangling together with yours. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting drum against your back, his breaths a calming rhythm in the quiet of the room.

"I've got you, baby," he whispered, the anger gone from his voice, replaced with a softer tone that was reserved for only you. "Just rest, dove. I'm here."