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You had noticed it one day, the lasso hanging on his hip. It was part of his hunter outfit, complete with his heavy black coat, dark hat and all his weapons strapped to his hulking form.  Asking him what he used it for revealed that yes sometimes he needed to bring someone in alive and yes that meant sometimes he would need to lasso a running man. 

“Can you do it while riding a horse?” You ask, eyes sparkling with the possibilities. He shoots you a pointed look, as if he’s offended you would ever think he couldn’t. 

“Can you lasso me?” You ask, suddenly warm at the thought of him, hunting you down, catching you. 

“You done somethin’ wrong, little lady?” He drawls, his voice thick. 

“Maybe.” You sing, putting your hands behind your back, taking a step closer. “What’ve you heard?” His gaze is focused on you as his hands find his lasso, cording the rope through his big, rough hands. 

“Heard theres a bounty on your head.” he says, smirking and playing along with you. You puff your chest out as you inch closer, watching his eyes trail down to your exposed clevage. His eyes come back up heated and hungry. “Say you’ve been causing trouble ‘round these parts.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, inches from his face, voice breathy. “Like what?”

“Stealin’ hearts. Lewd activities. The usual.” He’s got that smirk on him, the one that always lets you know he’s up to no good. 

“You gonna catch me?”

“Start runnin’ little lady.” He all but growls at you. You take off, getting all of about three steps before you feel the rope coming down over your head. It cinches quick around your midsection; the force nearly knocking the wind out of you now that your momentum has come to an abrupt halt. You teeter, trying and failing to regain your balance without the use of your arms. You feel a harsh tug backwards, and you fall into the hard muscle of Franks chest, a strong arm coming around you to brace you against him. His free hand trails from your belly button up, between the valley of your breasts to catch your exposed throat in a light hold. 

Your body shudders as you feel his head lean down, nose brushing against your hair before finding your ear. He lets out a hot breath, causing your shudder to turn to trembling. 

“Gotcha.” He purrs in your ear as your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’ve never been this turned on before, feeling vulnerable and exposed in Franks strong grip. You had thought you’d make him work for it, but damn, he was trained. The arm braced against you moved to press his palm just below your navel, just above where you want him most. You feel wetness pooling in your hot core, needy at his brazen display of skill and strength. He continues, still breathing heavy in your ear. “Think I’ll collect my reward now.”

Reaching down, he gathers your dress in his fist, handing the bunch to your hands, still trapped at your sides, to hold up for him. You gather the skirts best you can with your limited movement. The rope still tight against your arms – caught between the press of his hard chest to your back. His deft fingers find your now-soaked panties, roughly pushing them to the side to slide through the slick gathered at the crux of your thighs. You let out a deep breath, throwing your head back against his shoulder. The hand on your neck slides down, under your dress to grasp your breast roughly. You gasp at the sensation, and Frank takes the opportunity to bite down, hard, on your now exposed neck. Letting out a loud, wanton moan at the feeling of being touched so obscenly out in the open, Franks fingers find your aching clit. 

The rough pad of his finger rubs circles achingly slow on your sensitive nub, eliciting whimpers to fall from your lips. He’s still kissing your neck, slow and hot, while he paws at your tits. His fingers find your peaked nipple and pinch, making you whine. 

“Frankie, baby I need more.” You plead, his fingers continuing their tortuously slow pace on your needy clit. 

“Fuck, what’d I say? Lewd acts?” He pulls his face from your neck to whisper in your ear again. “Beggin’ me to fuck you with my fingers out in the open like this? Naughty girl.” The deep vibrations of his voice send you buzzing, hands shaking as they white knuckle your dress to hold it up for him. His fingers quickly slide down, finding your entrance and sliding in deep to the knuckle. Your knees buckle, threatening to give out but Frank, ever-faster, catches you against him. One arm braced against you, the other knuckle deep and fucking your wet, wanting pussy. 

The wet schlick of Franks hand is audible, sounding even louder in the silence of the valley around you. His palm presses down roughly against your clit. Pressure in your tummy builds, the buzzign growing at Frank brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Baby, M’close.” You whimper, trapped against him, helpless to his ministrations. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum like this, darlin’? Gonna cum out here, on my hand?”

Its all you can do to nod in response. Frank groans against your temple as he works his hand faster, pinching your nipple again. Your legs shake, threating to give out once more. 

“C’mon, baby, give it to me. Give me my reward.” Your eyes roll back and you crumple inwards as your orgasm overtakes your whole body. You hear Frank muttering in your ear filthy nothings as you rock your hips forward, chasing his hand. Broken moans and whimpers fall from your open mouth as you struggle to breathe from the force. Frank doesn’t let up, fingers still pumping deep against your fluttering walls. You keen, trying to his escape his overwhelming toch. His hand slows down, slowly retreating to find his mouth. He licks the taste of you off his fingers as your head falls back, trying to catch your breath. Frank lets you stand for a moment, leaning your weight against him. He’s still hunched over you, mouth close to your ear when he murmurs, low and heated, “I’m not done with you.”

His arms move, quick, pulling you up into his arms, bridal style. Its awkward, the lasso still constricting your movements and your muscles losse from your orgasm. He moves you quickly to the nearby wall of the barn, manuevering you so your back is pressed against it. He spreads your thighs wide, wrapping them around his hips as he quickly frees his wanting erection. 

Your breathing picks up again, still unable to move. The only thing you can do in your current position is spread your legs wider, pull your captor closer. Your pulse quickens as your eyes fall to his throbbing member, watching it slowly disappear between the crux of your thighs. You feel the stretch of his fat  head catch at your entrance before he pushes himself in, inch by fucking inch. You watch him through your heavy lids as he presses all the way in, crushing his chest to yours. Once agin, you are trapped. The lasso is loosened now, long forgotten in the heat of pasion. Your hands are free enough to dig your nails into Franks bulging arms as they hold you steady, keep you from falling. 

He groans at the sensation of the crescent moons forming under your tight grip. He’s still pressed all the way inside of you, not moving, keeping you trapped between his hard chest and the press of the wall digging into your back. 

“Frank…” you sigh, before leaning forward to capture his lips in a messy, wet kiss. His tongue tangles with yours. Pressing his hips forward, Frank sinks in that extra inch, hitting that spot deep inside of you, sending your thighs tremblign around him. 

“Yeah, I got you baby,” He sighs against your mouth, drinking in the sighs and whimpers that escape you. He starts a slow, tortuous pace, impossibly deep and fucking slow. He breaks away from your lips to watch your face as he takes you like this. All you can do is squeeze your thighs around him as he does whatever the fuck he wants to you. The feeling is intoxicating, pushing the pleasure higher, making you dizzy. You are completely at hism mercy, prey caught by a very hungry predator, being devboured alive. 

Slamming your head back against the barn, you cry out into the silence of the day, letting your cries echo around you both. Franks hand slips up from his hold on you to free your breatss from where they sit, trapped in your dress. You feel intoxicated on the brazenness of his actions, taking you like an animal in heat, putin the open. 

Your orgasm hits unexpectly as Franks pubic bone presses agaisnt your clit in one deep thrust, turning your body into an uncorntrollable shaking mess. Broken cries of Franks name ring out around you both, but he doesn’t stop. Its as if he’s kicked into overdrive, frenzied by the feeling of your walls trying to trap him inside of you. 

“Fuck!” He growls in your ear, continuing his deadly pace, ruining you completely. “Perfect fuckin’ girl, cummin’ on my cock like this, tied up? You like when I fuck you like this? You like being trapped?” He continues, muttering ffilth in your ear as he fucks you up the wall, chasing his peasure inside of you. Your eyes roll back up into your head, near-sobbing as his grip tightens on your waist –sure to leave bruises tomorrow. You nod to his filthy accusation, struggling to meet his heavy, hot stare. He presses his forehead to yours, breath fanning across your face. You want, no need, to overwhelm him the way he is overwhelming you right now. You need to destroy him the same way, need him to know that no matter what he can do to you, You can devastate him the exact same way. 

You tighten your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind him. Your hands fly from his arms to desperately pull at his shirt, keeping him impossibly close. 

“You can’t pull out.” You declare, voice heavy with lust and desire. You shake your head no as you continue, “I won’t let you.”  His eyes go wide at your statement, before a choked moan escapes his lips, his orgasm overtaking him by surprise. His hips stutter inside of you as heat floods your core, hot ropes of him seeping inside of you. His head falls to the crook of your neck as his body shudders, filling you with one last hard thrust.