Page 19 of Stalker

Normal was boring, and there was a part of even the most poised and perfect person who longed to taste the crazy occasionally.

Hence my particular sexual tastes being moreprimalthan most. Who cared if I was a fucking animal in the dark, if that was what my partner craved.

Granted, usually, my partners didn’t understand the level of darkness they would get from me until it was too late. But for Peyton, I’d stay in control.

For her, I’d be the perfect fucking depraved gentleman, giving her as little or as much of my dirty tastes as she wanted.

She said she wanted everything, but I’d break her in slowly. Offering her glimpses into what she could have with me, before giving it to her.

Or taking it rather.

“Mr. Bryce?” My sweet Peyton’s voice called from my bedroom, and I grinned, shutting off the water and wrapping a towel around my waist.

“What, Ms. Everett?”

“I was just checking to see if you were still in here.” She cleared her throat uncomfortably. It’s Thursday, and I thought you’d already be in your office, considering I have to clean your rooms.

“I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I called, silently stroking my still rock-hard cock through my towel. She couldn’t see me, but hearing her voice while I stroked myself was almost enough to push me past the restraint I’d mastered years ago until I was coming on the floor.

“Yes, Sir.” She called and then I heard the soft click of my bedroom door closing again.

That fucking title again.

Someday she’d stop calling me Sir, but until she knew the truth about who I was, I would have to deal with it.

I dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and then a long sleeve shirt to cover my ink and walked out of my bedroom. She was standing against the railing overlooking the grand foyer below with her head down as I stepped out.

When she heard me, she looked up, and I watched as her eyes traveled up from my bare feet over my legs and stopped at my groin. Because I was the worst kind of monster, I left my rock-hard cock free behind the thin fabric of my sweats and forwent underwear so she’d see how big I was.

Did she know I was hard because of her? No.

Did I care as long as she knew what kind of man I was beneath the belt? Also no.

“All yours.” I said, and she quickly looked into my eyes, her cheeks turning red as she realized she had been caught staring at my erection.

“Thank you.” She whispered, and I closed my eyes as I passed her, fighting back a growl at how good those words sounded on her lips. Someday she’d say them on repeat after each and every orgasm I gave her.

Friday, to be exact.

“You’re welcome, Ms. Everett.” I replied, walking down the hall to my office and scanning my finger over the biometric screen and entering as she stared after me.

She had no idea how close she was to being bent over the railing, staring down at the marble floor twenty feet below as I fucked her tight pussy until she came all over my cock while she hung precariously between thrill and fear.

That was where she would bloom like a fresh spring flower. She needed the bit of fright to lace with her pleasure and that was why she ached for a primal fucking. And I was going to fucking give it to her.

Iwatched Peyton through the security cameras in my home as she moved through the spaces, cleaning and tending to the tasks of her position. And I’d be lying if I wasn’t really fucking keen on her being in my bedroom.

Of course, it wasn’t her first time in there. The other night she had gone in and snooped before she masturbated in my hot tub. But she didn’t know I knew that, and I wasn’t going to tell her I knew. Yet.

But watching her move around the space, changing the sheets on my bed and pausing to run her fingers over the softness of my mattress briefly before shaking herself out of whatever thought she was hung up on, made me ache for her even more.

And not just in the usual way. Not just in an exchange of power and pleasure, but in my home. In my space.

In my life.

Which wasn’t something that could ever happen, because I’d destroy every bit of her if she dared to stay near me for too long. But I could still imagine it briefly when I watched her.

The joy of having access to her visually all day long was even better when I brought up the messaging thread again from the site and sent her a message from Dane.

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