Page 49 of Stalker

“I have no conscience, Puppet.” Lowering the blade, running it down the column of her throat to her collarbone. “I’ve killed four different people withthisknife alone.”

She shuddered, and the knife nicked her skin enough to draw blood, and I palmed my cock as she hissed. “You—” Her tongue shot out to wet her lips as real fear finally filled her eyes while she stared up at me.

“Did you think the psychopath bit was a facade?” I asked as I sank to my knees in front of her. “Did you think I was actually harmless because I vowed to not to hurtyou?”

“Dane—” She swallowed, and I slid my hand through her long-tangled hair, “I told you last night that I don’t want you to hurt me. And you agreed.”

I gripped a large fistful and tilted her head all the way back until she stared up at the star filled dark sky. Lifting the bottom of the mask up to reveal my mouth, I was confident she couldn’t see me as I lowered my face to her neck. I licked a trail over the nick I left in her skin, tasting the blood andsucking it into my mouth. Her entire body vibrated, as I changed to kissing, moving up her neck to her ear.

“That was before you spent all night flirting with another man.” I bit her neck hard, and she gasped, flinching away from the pain. “Coming, for another man.” I pulled back, lowering my mask again as I dragged my knife down lower over the large swell of her tits. “Fantasizing about another man.”

“No!” She hissed when I trailed it down over the front of her dress to the hard peak of one nipple. I traced slow, small circles over the puckered flesh as she tried desperately to stay as still as possible by panting small puffs of air. “You wanted me to be wet.Youmade me come!”

“While you moaned for him and let him feed you.” Indulging in her expectations, I snapped and played the angry role she expected. “I told you that you were mine!”

“That’s not true!” She cried out with wild eyes as I dipped the tip of the knife into the fabric hard enough to pierce it and then slashed it quickly, ripping it open up to the neckline, exposing one delicious tit. “You wanted me to think he was interested in me!” She yelled, growing more frantic with each second. “You made up that lie about him jacking off to me and then put all the what if’s in my head. And then he was almost—” She gritted her teeth when I moved to her other nipple, toying with it over the fabric. “Nice to me.” She cursed between her clenched teeth. “Stupid me for letting both of you in my head, right? How could the man be interested in ugly, frumpy, fat me!”

I pierced the knife in and ripped open the other side of her dress, and pulled her head back painfully as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her scream echoed through the trees as I sucked it hard and then bit it hard enough to leave a mark.

I fought the urge to spank her ass until she couldn’t sit for a week for talking so negatively about herself. But I had to keep my cover in place, so I showed her with my actions just how untrue those words were.

Her lack of confidence was one reason I orchestrated the entire split personality thing in the first place. She needed to believe in my attraction to her before she learned who I was in real life.

Nodding my head sharply to fix my mask again, I then let go of her hair to wrap my hand around her neck, holding her still as I cupped her pussy under the short skirt of her dress. “I made nothing up.” I rubbed my fingers over the soaked surface of her pussy, toying with her. “He jacked off, and he came so fucking hard thinking about you.”

Moaning, “You’re lying.” She couldn’t move forward without dislocating her shoulders thanks to her hands being tied by her head, but it didn’t stop her from rocking on my palm. “He hates me. He’s always so cold. But it doesn’t matter!” She shook her head as best as she could with my hand tight around her throat. “I don’t want him. I want this. I want you.”

Grinning, I pushed two fingers into her, using my palm to rub her clit, and she melted into my touch, sagging against my hold. “Why do you want this? Besides the thrill of the taboo, what do you get from it?”

She moaned, “I’ve already told you; I’ve dreamed of it and I wanted to know if it was meant for me.”

“Did you dream of your monster last night?” I thrust into her and curled my fingers forward to rub her G-spot. She purred like a kitten each time I rubbed that extra sensitive spot and soaked my hand even more. “Did you dream of the fictional hunter, Puppet?”

“No.” She closed her eyes and shook her head, “No, I didn’t.”

“Who did you dream of?”

“No one.” She whispered frantically, “I slept like the fucking dead and woke up to you watching me. The moment I fell asleep, I was thinking about what we did. And then when I woke up, you were right there.” She gasped and tightened on my fingers. “You’re always right there. In my head, in my life.”

“That’s right, Puppet.” I growled, rocking my hand faster as she neared her peak of ecstasy. “I’m always going to be right here. You can’t escape me.”

“Yes.” She moaned, “I need you.”

“Good girl.” I praised, keeping her head tilted up with my hand around her throat. Biting her nipple again, then sucked on it as she shot off like a bolt of lightning crackling across the summer sky. “Fucking hell, Puppet.” I growled when her orgasm coated my hand and her scream echoed in my ears. “Squirt for me, baby, show me just how much you love my touch.”

“Yes!” She soaked the dirt between her knees and then sagged forward in exhaustion.

But I was far from done with her. I stood up and undid my belt as she lazily looked up at me, reeling from her orgasm. As soon as she saw me unbutton my pants, she licked her lips and sat up straighter. “Good girl.” I praised and pulled my cock out, already rock hard and desperate for release. “Stick your tongue out for me, Puppet.”

She leaned as far forward as possible and seductively did as I said, leaving her tongue flat and ready for my cock. I took my burner phone from my pocket and pulled the camera app up, blinding her momentarily with the flash as I started taking a video. “Smile for the camera baby, we’re going to make another home video.”

She purred like a fucking satisfied cat as I slapped her tongue with the head of my cock. She chased it with her tongue, twirling it around and then sucking on the head like my own little sex vixen. Her plumplips formed the perfect seal on me as she started rocking forward, swallowing me down. God, she was so sexy and perfect for me.

“That’s it, Puppet. Take my cock all the way down, just like last time.” I thrust in deeper, making her gag before she pushed forward, taking more of me with my next thrust. Her throat was so tight as I felt her lips against the base of my cock. She stared right at my camera while she sucked me down, the bright flash highlighted the shiny tears in her bright green eyes.

I cut the video, pulling out of her mouth and releasing one wrist from her cuffs. “All done already?” She sassed, licking her lips and biting the bottom one.

“Only because when I come tonight, it’s going to be deep inside of your pussy.” I challenged, bending down and lifting her in my arms as she squealed, grabbing my shoulders for stability. I positioned her on her back behind the bench and secured the cuffs around one of its legs, simultaneously hooking her other wrist back into it. Then I forcefully pulled her down, tightly pinning her arms above her head. “And you’re going to beg me to fill you up, Peyton.”

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