Beautiful Dynamics

Lets Hunt

 The night air was thick, and the chorus of crickets filled my ears to an almost deafening level. I was standing out in the middle of the clearing before the woods that faced the back of Brent's house. I was shivering, not because of the chill. But because of excitement. I was practically vibrating with it. It had only been about an hour ago that the rest of the house had fallen fast asleep. Myself included. Brent had awoken me with light kisses to my face. I'd squinted into the darkroom sighing and stretching lazily. "It's not morning?" I'd started to say and was interrupted by a "Get up." That was the only thing he said to me before directing me carefully to the bathroom. There he had set out for me white panties, a sports bra, knee socks, and tennis shoes. He first handed me the panties. I'd fallen asleep completely naked. I'd stood there exposed and bewildered. "Put these on." Was all Brent encouraged. I'd done as I was told without question, though I had many. I knew to wait for the answers. If he'd felt I needed them then, I trusted he would have told me. He'd watched me closely. Eyes following my fingers as I'd slipped the panties on. He did this with each item he handed me. When I'd finished tying the sneakers sitting on the edge of the tub he nodded for me to follow him. I had focused on my feet while walking down the hall. My mind racing to try to piece together any clues I might have missed as to what the hell was happening. Once in the kitchen, I'd been able to see Raph standing outside, his back towards the sliding glass doors, dressed in pitch black head to toe. His slender but strong frame was daunting. I'd stared out at him confused and he pulled the black beanie on his head down over his face. Not a beanie. A mask. His smile pieced through the space created for the mouth. And I had to hold back a small gasp. He truly had a dangerous kind of male beauty. Savage. I didn't like that word, but it was the only one I could grasp at to describe him. 'd peered up to Brent, hoping there then would be answers. He'd only grinned. "No worries Princess. He won't bite. For now." He'd chuckled while guiding me out and off the deck. He then nodded at Raph to follow behind us.

Now back in the present moment, we were here standing in silence as Brent sat down a large black duffle bag. He must have brought it out before waking me, "What's happening?", is all I finally manage to ask before I glance back at the woods . I wring my fingers nervously. I go to hold myself to try and still the shaking. "She's shaking." Raph growls, he pulls up the mask and gives me another devilish smirk .Jesus. Who the f**k gave him the right to do that? Wait a damn minute. Was he sporting fangs? "You're excited, aren't you?" He asks me. My eyes go to Brent who was still bending over the duffle bag. He'd been very quiet. There were very few words spoken between the three of us when we crossed the field towards the tree line. When Brent stands up fully I can see that in his hand was a collar. "I bought this a couple weeks after we agreed that you were mine. I've been waiting to present it to you. This seems like the perfect opportunity." He says to me with a nervous grin. I'd never seen him any less than confident. This slip melts my heart. Did he think I wouldn't accept it? He steps to be in front of me and places the collar gently into my hands. I palm it for a moment and let out a squeal when I turn it around. Dazzled with holographic gems at the front was my pet name, Princess. I throw myself into him, "Thank you, Daddy! I love it!" I giggle. "Good, I figured you would. Turn around. I want to put it on you." He says while taking ahold of my shoulders to spin me around. I was now facing away from him, I feel the collar being taken from my hand and then slipped around my neck. "Tell me if it's too tight," Brent tells me as he tightens it slowly. The cold backing of the name plaque hits the sensitive skin on my neck creating a small shiver to run my down my spine. "This good?" He asks me jerking the collar a tad tighter. I swallow a whine. "That's g-good," I say while moving my neck around to be sure there was no pinching. This was the equivalent of him placing a promise ring on my finger. I was his.

I turn back around to face Brent; his eyes go to my neck and he smiles. There was pride in his eyes. "Beautiful." He whispers while leaning down to give me a delicate kiss. I'd almost totally forgotten that Raph was outside with us, that was till I could hear him stepping up towards us. "Ground rules?" He asks Brent. My eyes glide between between Raph's face and Brent's. I'd yet to be told what exactly was happening. Brent sees the questions in my eyes. "Remember when we'd agreed to Raph hunting you? Well, since we don't have long before we leave. Tonight would be the perfect night." He explains. My eyes grow in size. "Really?" I squeak. I glance at Raph to see him glaring at me. He wasn't sporting his signature smirk or grin. There was only intensity in his expression. I couldn't keep eye contact, and break away to look back to Brent. "Do you consent to that?" He asks gently. I rock on my heels. I was embarrassed to admit so quickly that I definitely wanted this. I didn't want to seem so desperate to be ran down by Raph. I knew Brent and I'd already spoken about it, but it still felt different. "You can be honest Princess." Brent chuckles, "I'm not going to be upset either way." He says cupping my chin and lifting it. "This would be for you. And it would be for me too. I want to see you run." He says the last part slowly with a smirk. Heat spikes in my stomach and my heart skips a beat. "Y-yes. I consent." I answer sheepishly. Brent searches my face for any signs of my reply being untruthful. I don't waver. I wanted this. I wasn't scared either. Raph might have intimidated me with his energy, but he was sadly mistaken if he thought I wouldn't put up a good fight.

I was well aware how I was perceived. The poor naïve girl who found out her parents kept from her that she was on the spectrum. Forced to go to camps, abusive conversion therapies, even correction facilities in an attempt to force me to be separate from my special needs. Traumatized. Sensitive. Needy. While yes, I was all of those things, it didn't then mean I was weak by any means. I was blessed with great speed, agility and a surprising level of physical strength. When I was younger and on the playground I was known to say really offensive things, never on purpose. But still to the other kids saw me as odd. Being on the spectrum meant I didn't get downloaded with a filter. So this lead to me being misunderstood and I would end up in a lot of fights. None had been bad enough to get me in a great deal of trouble. Since my parents were so wealthy. A lot of the altercations were swept under the rug and never even reported to them. Soon most of the other children learned not to attempt a physical altercations with me. Hell some wouldn't even look at or speak to me.

The memories were starting to flood back in ever since I'd been told I was Autistic. I researched every night and I'd educated myself on a lot within a short amount of time. One memory in particular came to mind. There did come the day that I was reported to my parents. In 5th grade an older boy wouldn't stop pestering me while I was focused on plucking petals from a flower. I couldn't remember why I was doing this, but I was intensely focused on the process. When he went to grab it from my hand. I stood up and smashed my fist into the center of his face. I broke his nose. I showed zero remorse and had merely went back to plucking away the petals of another flower. When asked why I'd done what I did, I'd replied with "I was busy and he wouldn't stop interrupting me. It was rude." Needless to say I ended up being suspended. I'm positive it was embarrassment that caused my mother to transfer me to a different school after the incident. My father had insisted that I experience public school versus all the private schools I'd attended. That it might help me. My mother was mortified by the idea. Instead of doing as he'd asked. I was sent to my first intensive therapy. Where I experienced something so horrible that my brain wouldn't let me recall it.

Thinking on the betrayal of my parents I am immediately filled with an insurmountable wave of pure rage. It felt like lava sloshing inside my gut. The steaming heat of it rising into my chest. Its ascension doesn't cease and it finds its way up into the cavity of my throat. Once it steeps its way into my mouth, it exits as a low hate filled growl. "Oh. Well hello." Raph snickers in amusement. I didn't realize it but I'd taken a step towards him. I had the urge rip at his throat. "She is no bleating sheep, hmm?" Raph growls. His question was directed towards Brent. But he doesn't answer. Instead he reaches out to pull me in towards him. His face goes into my neck for a moment. I feel his lips graze up towards my ear, "Use that when you're out there." He whispers into my ear. "Take that rage you feel and release it into the night air. You don't you stop running till you can't feel your legs. And when he catches you, which we both know he will. You take it out on him any way you see fit. Do. Not. Hold. Back." He continues on whispering the last words with purpose. Pulling back he looks down into my eyes. His thumb wiping away the tears that had began to run down my face. I despised that I cried when I was angry. Hell I cried with every emotion felt. s**t pissed me off. I huff and try to shake off the feelings wracking my body. "I am growing bored." Raph complains. Brent's head snaps in his direction and I take a small step back. "You're not here to complain." He says sternly. Raph's expression doesn't move. It was deadly quiet as the two stare each other down. This was different. They didn't normally buck each other like this. It was Raph who looks away, "What are my limits?"

Brent visually relaxes, he must have taken Raph's glance away as a from of an apology. Reaching back he takes out a tactical flashlight from his back pocket. Men's pockets were ridiculous. How the actual f**k. "Not fair." I say under my breath. He turns it on and points in in the direction of the woods, then back down at the ground. He walks back up to the black bag on the ground and begins to sifts through it. Finding what he was looking for he stand back up, "I bought these a while back. A girl I dated was into primal play and bought them for me to use on her. Never got the chance." He says handing Raph what looked to be a baggie of gold rings. My eyebrows come together. What the hell was that?  "I have been wanting to get me some of these!" Raph exclaims with a big grin. "You can keep them, I'm not into using them like that," Brent tells him while going back to the bag on the ground. "W-what are they?" I ask carefully. "Claws," Raph answers me taking one of the odd-looking mental pieces out of the baggie. "They're clean. I sterilized them last night." Brent says. "Limits for me concerning Tori. No penetration until I am present. Once she is caught you bring her back to me." Brent continues. He then steps up towards me, "What's the safe word/gestures?" Brent asks me. "Lemons." I say the first word that comes to mind. "Uh, the okay sign?" I add the only gesture that I could picture. "Is that a thumbs up for you or thumb to index?" Raph asks me to clarify. "Thumb to index." I reply with a shrug. "Are there hard limits you'd like to list off?" Brent continues on questioning me. I'm silent. There wasn't much that I was terribly afraid of. I definitely agreed, no penetration until Brent was with me. "No bruising to my face. I don't want to look domestically abused. Scratching is okay, but I don't want blood drawn. Otherwise I'm good." I state with a quick glace at Raph. He nods.

"I don't want you getting hurt." Brent expresses while walking again towards the duffle back. He reaches down into it and pulls up clothing. It was pure white. "How come he gets to wear black?" I whine. Both Raph and Brent throw back their heads to laugh. "Makes it more fun." Brent shrugs while throwing me the fit. It was a pair of white spandex athlete wear and top. "Wait, why didn't you have me just put this on before I came out here?" I ask shaking my head. "I like looking at you in little to nothing." Brent says nonchalantly. "Dick." I huff. "Excuse me?" He ask sternly stepping up so quickly I fall back and hit the ground. Raph bursts into laughter. "Shit." I whine while trying to get back up. "Watch your mouth, Princess." Brent says helping me up. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I keep brattling. I was definitely in a mood. Brent grips my waist while pulling me up. "You're pushing it. Don't forget that my way of punishment goes far beyond that of some scratches and bruises. I will gladly deny you each and every time right before you meet the each release. Ruined orgasms' sound fun to you? Or did you forget what it felt like for me to pull back right before you c*m?" My breath catches as my brain numbs. I in fact did not want that. I knew damn well how good he was at it. I swallow at the air in my throat. "No Daddy. I don't want that. I'm sorry." I apologize widening my eyes and looking up at him. "Good girl. Let's get to the hunt shall we."