Page 27 of Silent Stalker

“You... Silas...only you...” Her words are music to my ears.

I thrust harder, wanting to hear her scream my name. “Who’s your master?”

“You... you’re my master!” she pants out through each thrust.

I chuckle, my hands sliding up her body to grasp her throat, squeezing gently, exerting dominance over her very breath. “That’s right. I own you, body and soul. You exist for my pleasure, to do with as I will.”

Her eyes widen, but the fear only fuels her passion. “Yes...anything...please...” she chokes out, struggling to speak.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice cold and ruthless. “Tell me what you want.”

She whimpers, her body shaking with need. “I want you...to use me...take me... I’m yours...” Every word spoken is a struggle as I fuck her hard and choke her.

I release her throat, my hands roaming over her body. “That’s a good girl. Admitting what you truly are. A dirty, little masochist who loves being mine to command.”

She arches her back, offering herself to me. “Yes... I’m yours...”

Tightening my grip on her hips, I lean close. “I’m going to brand you, mark you as mine. People will see my mark everywhere you go and know you belong to me. Will you wear my brand proudly, my little pet?”

“Yes... brand me... I want everyone to know I’m yours...” Her words are a plea for my ownership.

I grin, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Say it again. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Silas,” she cries out, her body tightening around me. “Only yours...”

I thrust harder, savoring the feel of her yielding to me. “That’s it. Sing for me. So fucking pretty when you moan and beg.”

She tries to escape my gaze by dropping her head, but I won't allow it. I fist her hair, yanking her head back until she's forced to meet my eyes in the reflection. "Keep your eyes on us," I demand, drinking in her conflicted expression. "Watch as I desecrate your body, as I mark you as my own, piece by precious piece."

My eyes burn into hers, reflecting in the mirror. Her green eyes, usually sharp and piercing, are dark and hazy with desire. She’s breathtaking like this, utterly consumed by me.

“Look at us,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “Look at me as you fall apart.”

She nods frantically, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. Our eyes lock in the reflection, and I see the moment the pleasure hits her. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her walls clench around me, her release drenching us both.

“That’s it, baby,” I snarl, feeling her tighten around me. “Your climax is my fucking masterpiece.”

Her scream is torn from her throat, a primal, visceral sound as her pussy grips me like a vise, milking me with each spasm. I can feel her juices trickling down my balls, her inner walls quivering uncontrollably. Her entire body trembles, every muscle tense, as she rides out the crashing waves of her climax.

I slow my thrusts, giving her a chance to recover, but she wants none of it.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, gasping for breath, her fingers digging into my arms. “Please... I need more.”

I grin, feeling my power over her. “You sure about that?”

“Yes!” she cries, her eyes wild. “I want it harder. Fuck me harder, Silas.”

I chuckle darkly, my fingers digging into her hips as I begin to move with renewed vigor. “Careful what you wish for, pet. Remember that you asked for it.”

With a rough tug on her hair, I pull her further back, positioning her so she’s bent upwards and her back is against my chest, exactly how I want her. Her breasts heave with each breath. I bite down gently on her shoulder, and she arches her back, moaning my name.

“No one has ever fucked you like I do, have they? And no one ever will,” I murmur, my lips trailing down the back of her neck as I thrust deeper. “Feel how deep inside you I am.”

She keens, her head falling back on my shoulder, baring her slender neck to me. I resist the urge to mark her here, knowing that she isn’t ready for that violence yet. But soon, so soon, my mark will be permanent.

“I want to hear your filthy mouth,” I murmur, pounding into her. “Describe to me the pleasure I’m giving you.”

“You’re...oh God... You’re making me feel so good,” she pants. “You’re not just fucking my body. You’re owning my mind, claiming my soul. I’m drowning in a sea of sensation and never want to find the shore.”

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