Page 26 of In His Veins

I see the exact moment she reads the text because she sits up in bed and looks around her room. She peers out of her window into the woods next, before shutting her blinds. Good girl, start that habit now. I send her another text.

I can take care of you, viper. You don’t have to resort to that vibrator all the time.

Her answering text comes moments later but I’m already out of the car and halfway to her door, having grabbed the rope and duct tape from my trunk.

I sincerely doubt you can satisfy me the way it can.

Her deadbolt isn’t locked, so I easily slip through the door. She doesn’t hear me come in, a fact that is confirmed when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket a moment later. I push into her bedroom, and she squeals, dropping her phone. I’m on her in a moment, quickly binding her arms and legs to her bedframe.

She’s thrashing, her oversized t-shirt riding up. I push it up the rest of the way and she finds her voice.

“Wait, no, I-”

I cut her off by placing a soft kiss on the scars on her belly. She sucks in a quick gasp and stills.

“It’s not as if I haven’t seen them before,” I say with a grin. Her eyes grow wide and she hardly notices as I wrap the duct tape around her thigh.

“It was you,” she gasps, “in the club.”

“Such a smart girl,” I say as I turn on the vibrator. Her hips buck at the sudden sensation, and she looks down finally seeing what I’ve done. I settle into my armchair to watch her.

The vibrator is taped to her thigh, allowing constant contact on her clit. She writhes and groans on the mattress.

“Why are you doing this?” She pants.

“I want to see the way it satisfies you.” My smile is slow and promising. Her eyes screw tight as the first orgasm rips through her body. I memorize the way her head tilts back and her back arches in pleasure.

“Wait, wait,” she begs as the vibrator delivers continuous stimulation while she rides the aftershocks of her high. “It’s too much,” she says.

“I know,” I say simply, and watch her cry as she’s forced to orgasm again. She tries to rub her thighs together in an effort to dislodge the device, but her legs are shaking too much. Tears stream down her cheeks. She’s keening and thrashing as she fights to escape the pleasure.

“You’re just going to sit there and watch?” She groans through clenched teeth. “Where’s the fun in that?” She screams as another orgasm tears her apart. She’s sobbing and still, she tries to goad me.

“Seems such a shame I’m the only one having a good time,” she claims through her tears.

“What do you want from me, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice low and measured. Her eyes roll back into her head as she rides the wave of another climax. Her voice breaks as she shrieks. She looks at me, her cheeks pink and tear-stained.

“Touch yourself. Touch yourself while you watch me.” I can’t find it within myself to deny her when she asks so blatantly. So, I pull my cock out of my pants, stroking myself to the sight of her damp cheeks and the sound of her tortured cries. We watch each other and her gaze is heated as it settles on my moving hand.

A moment later, her head tilts back and I know the pleasure has become nearly painful. She’s incomprehensible in her pleas now as I stroke myself harder.

“Come,” she whispers, “come on me.” I stand over her and pump into my

hand a few more times before spilling on her stomach, spreading the mess over her skin and tracing her jagged scars.

“These have always captivated me,” I whisper. “From the first time I saw them, I was hooked.” She shudders as she rides out another wave of pleasure. She’s so overstimulated, I’m not sure she can even understand me anymore, but I continue.

“One day, I’m going to show you how these can be a product of pleasure.” I trace her scars one more time before I turn off the device. I remove her restraints and press a kiss to her hair before tucking her under the covers.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whisper before walking out of her apartment, locking the door behind me.

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I stare at my naked reflection in disbelief as I get ready for dinner at my parents’ house. I don’t know who I’ve become or how I could be so sick to enjoy a stalker breaking into my home to touch me like that.

But I can’t deny the truth. I loved every brush of his hands as he bound me to my bed. I loved his eyes on me as I came over and over, and I loved how he talked to me after. The way he spread his cum over me was better than any painting I could have conceived.

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