Page 6 of Stalker

“Your mouth does far better things than beg for freedom, Puppet.” He lowered his body to lie on mine, and I felt his other hand rakeup the back of my thigh, bunching my already torn skirt as he went until he reached that telltale part of my body that always gave me away to him. I gasped when he pushed his fingers under my panties and instantly rubbed my wet, aching core. “Tonight we’ll start with this, though.” He pushed those thick fingers inside of me and I cried out in ecstasy from the feeling of him filling me. It felt almost as good as his cock would when he would finally push inside of me. “Fight me.” He demanded, tightening his hold on my neck again and cutting off my air supply. “Tell me to stop, Puppet. Prove to yourself that you don’t want this.”

“Stop!” I pushed my palms against the dirt to push up into him, trying to dislodge him from my back, but he was so big. So fucking big. Everywhere. “Don’t.”

The commands were weak, even to my ears, because we both knew I wanted the exact opposite.

He chuckled in my ear and then ripped my panties until they covered nothing but hung in tatters from my waist. This was the only time my dreams ever changed, after I begged him to stop. Sometimes he would play with me and make me come almost instantly. Sometimes he would edge me until I begged for release. Other times, he would sink into my body and push my face into the soft earth beneath me as I screamed with my ecstasy.

This dream was one I’d had before, though not as often. And I couldn’t tell if that was good or bad because the end result was always the same.

Ecstasy.

Though there would be pain before pleasure in this version.

His hand lifted from between my thighs and then laid against my bare ass cheek with a resounding slap as he spanked me powerfully.

“Fuck!” I screamed into the darkness as he released his hold on my throat and buried his fingers into my hair, pulling me up onto my knees so my ass was presented just how he like it. “No!” I shrieked when his hand landed blow after blow to my ass, even as my body arched back into position after each spank, ready and eager for another.

I may have said no, but I wanted more. The voice in my head screamed for it harder each time. I was so fucking psychotic.

I felt the brush of his hand against my ass cheek seconds before his cock pushed deep into my pussy. “That’s my good little, Puppet.” He groaned, giving away the effect our encounter was having on him as he bottomed out, stretching my pussy out around his massive cock.

So. Fucking. Big.

I arched my hips and spread my knees further to accommodate his punishing thrusts as he fucked me like the madman he really was, and he chuckled darkly. I pushed back into him, chasing the ecstasy he gave me when all of a sudden the dark sky above us broke away like someone punched a hole in it and blinding light shined through the spot.

“What?” I gasped, squinting against the light as he kept fucking me. Another spot exploded in the sky, and more light broke through the cover of darkness. Where the beam of light hit the damp underbelly of the forest, the foliage shriveled up like it was being burned by the light until it evaporated into smoke and dust.

My monster growled from behind me as he fucked harder and deeper, as more light burned up the forest around us.

Another beam shot across the sky and landed on the mossy ground right in front of me and I watched in horror as the green life burned to brown dust. I reached forward to grab for the plants, like I could block the light from destroying them.

Burning pain erupted in my hand when my fingers touched the light, and I reared back from it as panic built in my stomach. “No!” I whispered in panic as my monster chuckled.

“Tell him I said hello, Puppet.” My monster said, leaning forward to lie against my back as he bit my ear. “Someday you’ll be all mine. Someday soon.”

I shook my head, not understanding what was happening. He never spoke that line in any of my other dreams. And the sky had never evaporated around us before, either.

What was happening?

I clawed at his arm as he kissed my cheek like he was saying goodbye, even though he was still buried deep inside my body when he spoke. “You’re mine, Peyton.” He growled, once again breaking the script from every other dream and using my real name instead of his favorite nickname for me. “Be ready for me when you wake up. Because you’ve always been mine, and I’m done sharing you.”

“No.” I gasped, no longer fighting against him, instead fighting for him. “Wait.”

The sky exploded around us, and I closed my eyes against the painful light and high-pitched noise as the entire dream evaporated around me.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, lurching forward as reality took hold again, dropping me back in the bedroom of the guest house at Hartington Estate. My skin was wet with perspiration, and I gasped for breath as I looked around, trying to figure out what happened.

Never before had my dream been interrupted. Never before had my monster abandoned me like that, causing me to cry out in agony as I felt trapped between two worlds, unfulfilled in both. “No.” I whispered, clawing at the bed sheets as the noise began again and I realized my phone was ringing a shrill, annoying sound.

That was what had disturbed my dream and torn me from my monster’s clutches before either of us found pleasure, like usual.

I ripped my phone off the nightstand and loudly groaned when I saw Tyson’s name flash across the screen, angry and worked up. And then my monster’s words fluttered back through my ears like he was right there with me again.

Tell him I said hello.

My monster was talking about Tyson like he knew what was breaking up our time together.

“Fuck.” I moaned, laying back flat on the bed in exasperation. I stared up at the ceiling panting, as I tried to reason with myself that I wasn’t a psychopath having a sexual affair with a shadow monster in my dreams while my douche canoe boyfriend called my phone for a third time.

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