GoodHunting by Kannan Feng Page A

well-appointed flat that was dominated by a large bed set
in the center of the room.
    “It’s been so long…” he started, but she made an impatient
sound. Whether scholar, warrior, poet or hedonist, the hunt aroused all of
their kind. That was one reason why they had begun their game, among others,
and over the past two hundred years, they had played it, switching between
hunter and hunted, tracking each other across three continents, all for a few
nights of savage reward before they began again.
    “Take off your clothes,” she said softly. “You will not like
what happens if I have to tell you again, Daniel.”
    He swallowed hard and started to strip, watching her
carefully out of the corner of his eye. She would not hesitate to shoot him if
she thought that he was stalling or if she thought he was going to make another
escape. It was part of the game, and it wouldn’t hurt in in any real way.
Roused by the chase the way that she was, he knew that she wouldn’t want to
hear of any kind of change or even that he had only missed her for so long.
    Later, we’ll talk later, he thought, stripping to his
skin.
    “Do you like what you see?” he asked with a smile, and she
laughed softly.
    “You know I do,” she said. “Get on the bed.”
    He did as she said, aware that she was watching his every
move. Her close scrutiny made his skin prickle, and his cock stirred in
response. Daniel knew how attractive she found his body, knew what her touch
would feel like on his skin, and he wanted her so badly he ached.
    “Genevieve…” he started to say, and then she pressed the
barrel of the revolver against the small of his back.
    “None of your little tricks, dear,” she said. “I remember
Morocco all too well. If you look at the bed frame, you will see that I am well
prepared.”
    Daniel’s eyes widened when he saw the iron shackles that
were secured to the bed frame, two to the head and two to the foot.
    “You’ve…been busy,” he managed, and she smiled sweetly.
    “Let’s just say that I respect your cleverness,” she said.
    He still wanted to sweep her up and kiss her and simply feel
her skin next to his, but the look of the iron shackles and Genevieve’s sharp
grin sent raw shudders of desire through his body. Mutely, he fastened the two
for his ankles, and with some fumbling, he secured the one for his left hand.
He was stretched on the bed, all limbs splayed, and now he was completely hard,
his cock falling against his stomach. Finally, Genevieve put down the gun and
came to secure the last shackle, planting a tender kiss on his palm as she did
so.
    Daniel pulled experimentally on the chains that bound him to
the bed, and he couldn’t even hear them creak. The bed must be iron as well ,
he thought, and he looked at Genevieve with new respect.
    “You have planned very well,” he said, and she stroked his
face with a featherlight touch.
    “I didn’t want you getting away again.”
    She ran her soft palm over his face, and he lapped her
wrist, making a displeased sound when she pulled away.
    “Genevieve, please,” he said, and she pressed her finger
against his lips.
    “Later,” she promised. “Right now, you’ve left me too
hungry, my love.”
    He wavered. He knew that if he needed her to, if he asked
her to, she would stop. There were things that they needed to speak about,
there were two centuries of play between them, but now, all he could think
about was her soft hands running down his chest, skimming with aching lightness
over his cock.
    “I want you,” he said nakedly, and he was rewarded with a
passionate kiss.
    She gripped a handful of his hair to keep him in place, and
she ravished his mouth, sliding her tongue against his lower lip and nipping
sharply when he moaned.
    “You’re all mine,” she whispered, and there was a note in
her voice that that had terrified grown men in the past. “God above, Daniel, I
want you, I’ve wanted you for months and now you are all mine…”
    He