Page 82 of Silent Stalker

I let the rope dance across her spine, savoring how she trembles at its promise. Each knot is deliberate, calculated—right wrist to thigh, then left, creating my own work of art. The loops through her elbows complete my masterpiece, giving me perfect control. She's bound and vulnerable, a gift wrapped specifically for my darker appetites.

"I want you to feel every sensation, every touch, and every stroke," I whisper, my breath hot on her neck. "Surrender to me, Clara."

"I'm yours, Silas," she replies, her voice thick with desire.

I step back, admiring my handiwork. Her body is a work of art, curved and bound, waiting for my touch. I take a moment to appreciate the view before joining her on the bed.

The toys I bought lay on the bedside table, inviting me to explore her deepest desires. I pick up a blindfold and secure it over her eyes, giving her a few moments to realise how it heightens her other senses. Her breath quickens as I trail a riding crop along her back, teasing her with the prospect of pain.

Then, I reach for a pair of anal beads, smooth and slick. "I've been thinking about this," I whisper, my lips close to her ear. "I want to take you places you've never been before."

I grab the lube and put some on my finger before sliding it inside her ass. "Have you ever done this before, Clara?" My voice is low and demanding.

She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "A few times, but... I didn't like it."

"You'll like it with me, Clara. I promise." My voice is hoarse with desire as I trail my fingers along her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

"I think you're right," she admits, her voice soft and breathy. "I trust you, Silas."

Those words send a jolt of desire through me. I want to own her completely in this moment—to possess her body and her trust. I pick up the small dildo and coat it generously with lube.

"Relax for me, Clara," I instruct. Her ass is offered up to me, and I take a moment to admire the sight before guiding the tip of the dildo to her entrance.

Slowly, I push forward, watching her back muscles for any signs of tensing or pain. Her breath hitches, and her musclesclench around the intrusion. "Breathe, Clara," I remind her. "Take it nice and slow."

I hold the dildo steady, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. She lets out a soft whimper, and I resist the urge to thrust forward. "That's it, just like that," I encourage, my voice a low rumble. "Feel how good it can be."

Clara's body gradually relaxes, and I move the dildo in and out, slowly building a steady rhythm. Her breath quickens, and her chest rises and falls with each push. I lean forward, my lips close to her ear. "Let yourself enjoy it, Clara," I whisper. "There's no shame in feeling pleasure."

As I continue to thrust, her body responds. Her breathing becomes more ragged, and her hips begin to move in sync with my movements. "That's it, let go," I urge, my voice hoarse with my own building desire. "Surrender to the sensation."

Clara's body tenses, and she bites her lip to stifle a moan. "Don't hold back," I command gently, my hand sliding across her stomach to flick her clit. "Let yourself fall, Clara."

At my words and my fingers against her clit, she cries out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure wash over her. I continue to move the dildo slowly, drawing out her release and prolonging her ecstasy.

I grab the lube once more and pour it over her beautiful ass. My cock throbs, needing release, but I want to prepare her first. My fingers trace the curves of her body, teasing her sensitive spots, while I ready myself for the next step.

"You're doing so well, Clara," I praise, my voice rough with desire. "But now it's time to take things further. I'm going to give you something bigger."

I press a larger dildo against her entrance, watching her body tense slightly at the increased size. "Relax for me, Clara. Breathe through it," I instruct, my voice gentle but firm.

I push slowly, steadily, feeling her body yield around me. Her breath quickens, and a soft whine escapes her lips. "That's it, take it all," I encourage, my thumb finding her clit to provide some relief from the stretch. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Clara. So fucking good."

The dildo slides deeper, stretching her, and I begin to thrust gently, building a steady rhythm. "You like that, don't you? Feeling so full. Knowing I'm preparing this tight little ass for my cock." I lean down, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "You're mine, Clara. This body is mine to play with."

She whimpers, her body squirming beneath me as her arousal builds. "Yes, Silas," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Yours to play with. To take. To own."

My breath hitches at her surrender, and I thrust the dildo deeper, quicker. "That's right, admit it. Admit you're mine." I lean forward, tugging gently on the ropes binding her wrists. "Say it, Clara. Tell me who you belong to."

"I belong to you, Silas," she cries out, her body shaking as pleasure washes over her. "Only you. Please, I need?—"

Without missing a beat, I withdraw the dildo, earning a whimper of protest from her.

I reach for the lube again, my body aching with need. "You want my cock now, don't you, Clara?" I ask, my voice harsh with desire. "Tell me you need it deep inside your tight little ass."

"Please, Silas," she begs, her voice raw and hoarse. "I need it. I need you."

How could I deny her? She's bound, helpless, and so beautiful in her surrender. Her ass is stretched and ready, waiting for me to claim her.

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