Page 24 of Silent Stalker

A dark laugh rumbles from his chest. "Fighting it, huh? Interesting." His grip on my shoulders tightens as if he can sense my simmering desire beneath the surface. "Let's see how much you can take before you break."

I let out a small gasp as he shoves me against the wall, using his body to hold me in place. His hand wraps around my throat again, not to caress this time but to restrain me. I feel his hot breath through the mask as he leans close, brushing my ear.

"You're mine now." His voice penetrates every cell in my body. "And I'll do whatever I want with you."

I struggle against his hold, less intense than I would with a real attacker, but enough to communicate my feigned resistance. My heart pounds in my chest, a heady mix of fear and desire.

His hand leaves my throat only to produce a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket. I bite my lip to muffle a moan as he pulls my arms behind my back and snaps the cold metal into place. The handcuffs dig into my wrists, and I pull at them, testing their strength.

"No escaping now." Silas's voice turns darker, more menacing. He pulls me forward, spinning me around and pushing me down. He wrestles me onto my knees. The roughness of his actions sending a wave of desire through me.

I stay on my knees with my hands bound, unable to push up as he steps back, admiring his handiwork. The true danger of my position hits me—so vulnerable and exposed. My heart hammers in my chest as adrenaline spikes through my veins. Being so helpless should terrify me, but instead, it lights a fire inside I've never felt before.

"You like that, don't you?" Silas's voice comes from somewhere behind me. I hear the creak of leather as he sits, the chair groaning under his weight. "The feeling of being trapped. Helpless."

The cold metal of the handcuffs bites into my wrists as I test them, sending a rush of adrenaline through me. Being restrained and helpless makes my pulse race; my skin tingle. I try to shift my position, but it only makes the cuffs dig deeper into my skin.

"Look at you, all tied up and nowhere to go." Silas's voice drips with satisfaction. His feet slide across the floor, stopping in front of me. I feel his presence looming as he stands over me.

My breath catches in my throat, seeing him free his cock from his pants. It's massive, thicker, and longer than I've everseen. The tip glistens with a drop of pre-cum, and I can't help but imagine how it would taste.

I know I should be afraid, but my body betrays me. I ache to taste him, to feel him stretch me open. It's wrong, but I can't deny my desire.

Silas grips my chin, his touch firm but not cruel. He guides his cock to my lips, pressing the tip against them. I hesitate, still caught between my fantasy and the reality of what is about to happen.

"Open, pet." His voice turns demanding. "Unless you want me to find something to keep your pretty little mouth stretched wide."

My hesitation vanishes, replaced by a surge of defiance. I turn my head, refusing to yield. His threat sparks something in me, reminding me why I'm here. This isn't a regular hookup; it's about embracing my darkest desires.

"Fine." His tone hardens as he pulls something out of his pocket—an open mouth gag. “If that's how you want to play, we'll do things the hard way. Safe word is replaced by clicking your fingers.”

The cold metal of the gag invades my mouth, spreading my lips wide. I try to mumble my objections, but the words emerge as garbled noise. The taste of metal invades my senses as the gag tightens, securing my mouth in an obscenely stretched “O”. My cheeks burn with humiliation, but my core clenches in approval.

His dark laugh ripples through me like ice water. "Such a pretty sight open wide and waiting for my claim."

I try to reply, but the gag renders my words unintelligible.

"I've been waiting for this." His voice turns rough with anticipation. “The first time I saw you, I knew you were the one."

The one? My heart stutters, but before I can process his words, he grips my hair, holding me in place.

His hips begin to move, and his cock slides slowly into my mouth. The salty taste of him fills my senses as he breaches my lips. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of having him take what he wants. My body relaxes, accepting his invasion.

"That's it, sweetheart." His praise sends a thrill through me. "Take it all."

I relax my throat and let him slide deeper, moaning in satisfaction as he reaches the back. The gag keeps my mouth open wide, allowing him to thrust freely. He uses my mouth for his pleasure, grunting as he establishes a rhythm.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good." His cock twitches against my tongue, warning of his impending release. "You were made to serve me."

Serve him? My mind tries to rebel against the idea; again my body betrays me, moaning around his length. At this moment, giving in to my basest urges, there's a part of me that agrees. A part that wants to give him everything he demands and more.

His pace quickens, his hips slamming forward as he loses control. His fingers dig into my scalp, guiding me. I gag as he nudges the back of my throat, but he doesn't relent, using me to reach his peak.

"Fuck, yes." His breath comes in short pants. "Take my cum, Clara. Every last drop."

The command sends a shockwave of desire through me. My body prepares for his release, tensing as if readying for battle. I want his cum, want to feel him paint my throat with it.

His grunts grow louder as his strokes become more erratic. I know he's close, and my body responds as if it were my climax approaching. My core clenches, and I ache for release, even as his thrusts become rougher, more primal.

---