Page 36 of Stalker

Peyton was mine. Last night and this morning proved that. I wanted to prove it to her, too. So I screen grabbed footage from my security cameras last night that watched us fucking in the woods and then sent it to her screen.

The video blocked her view of herself, but I could still see her through the camera as the video started playing.

She froze as her voice played through her phone speakers.“He’s not into me.”She was on her knees on the forest floor, taking my cock as I pushed my fingers into her mouth, making her suck her taste off them.

“You recorded us?” She gasped, pausing her motions as she watched. I refrained from replying so as not to interrupt the video she was watching. I wanted to see her absolutely lose herself to me last night, even as we talked about her boss. It was necessary for her to witness the evidence firsthand.

She would always be mine.

“Oh god,” She moaned, tipping her head back as I told her in the video how I studied her and perfected myself for her. She wasn’t even fucking the toy into her pussy anymore, but she shattered, coming loudly as she watched the video. “Dane.”

Her voice nearly mirrored the recording of her begging me last night as I stood over her and pushed my cock down her throat.“Taste us together, baby. Familiarize yourself with it, because you’re going to taste it often.”

God, she sucked me so good last night.

“Fuck!” Peyton screamed and grabbed the toy, thrusting it a few times as she watched herself deep throat my cock like such a perfect pet. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She screamed, tipping her head back and pulling the toy out as she started squirting. “Dane!”

I covered my bare stomach with come as she squirted all over the floor for me in unison. Cutting the video off, I opened the microphone on her phone to speak to her. I deepened my voice to disguise it like I had last night as I praised her.

“You’re so perfect, Puppet. You came so hard for me.” She sat upright and stared at her phone in shock as I spoke to her. “Look at that pretty little mess you made for me.”

“Dane.” She whispered as she looked down at the floor next to her bed.

“You squirted for me just like I told you last night.” I growled, and her eyes widened. “Maybe I should send this video to Mr. Bryce, so he has some new material to jack off to.”

“Oh god.” She sank back onto the bed and ran her hands through her hair in exhaustion. “You’re turning me into a whore.”

I chuckled into the microphone and then groaned again, “Baby, you’ve always been this dirty little slut deep inside. You’ve just repressed your urges. Until now. Until you met me.”

“Mmh,” She picked her head back up and then closed her legs and dropped them to the floor, cutting off my view of my new favorite place on earth. “I have to go shower.”

“Have a great day at work, Puppet.” I teased, and she groaned, knocking her phone off the stand until it was face down onto the table.

As if that would stop me from watching her.

She had a rear camera, after all.

Chapter 14 – Peyton

“Ms. Everett.”

Mr. Bryce’s warm voice called from across the great room as I dusted the wooden shutters on the windows and I forced myself to take a calming deep breath before I turned to face him.

“Mr. Bryce.” I replied, and then nearly swallowed my tongue as he strolled toward me in a three-piece suit cut for Adonis himself. The man was so infuriatingly sexy, and he didn’t even deserve it.

You should have to be a good person to be that drool worthy.

“I have a meeting in the city this afternoon. I have a couple of errands I need you to run for me while I’m there. So grab your coat.”

“My coat?” I stammered, not following what he was saying.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes.” He looked at his watch, “It’s supposed to rain later, so go change into something more appropriate for fine dining. And grab your coat.” He looked back up at me and raised one of his perfect eyebrows. “Unless you’re looking to join a wet t-shirt contest while we’re out.”

My pussy spasmed as his eyes flicked down to my white blouse and I nearly choked at his statement. “No, Sir.” I grabbed my supplies. “I’ll be right back.”

“Good girl.” He said fleetingly, pulling his cellphone out and walking back through the house.

Good girl?

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