Page 25 of Silent Stalker

"Yes, take it." He pulls my hair harder. "Swallow it all, you little slut."

The rough words unleash something inside me. I moan deeply around him, my body on fire with need.

With a loud groan, he tenses, his cock throbbing between my lips. The first jet of his release hits the back of my throat, triggering my own orgasm. I come hard, my body convulsing uncontrollably.

He continues to unload, filling my mouth with his essence. I swallow obediently, savoring his taste. He rides out his release, hips still moving gently as he savors the aftershocks.

His voice breaks through the haze of my orgasm, pulling me back to reality. "You're so fucking dirty, coming for me with my dick down your throat. You didn’t even need to be touched.”

Embarrassment floods my cheeks at the realization of how exposed I am, vulnerable and restrained, completely at his mercy. It should shame me, instead it fuels the fire still burning inside.

Pulling out of my mouth, he steps back, his gaze intense. "Did you think this was just a date? That I'm just some rich guy looking for a hookup?"

I try to respond, to ask him what he means, but the words garble behind the gag. My mind struggles to process what's happening, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Oh, I think you know what this is." His eyes darken, boring into mine. "You knew from the moment we collided at that coffee shop in the mall."

I did know. From the very start, there was something about him that spoke to my deepest desires. I just never imagined it would go this far, that I'd find myself bound, gagged, used for his pleasure.

"I've been watching you, Clara." His tone turns confessional. "I know your secrets. Those late nights alone, the videos you watch. I know what you truly crave."

My chest tightens at his words, the implications sinking in. How much does he know?

Silas takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm not going to apologize for it. You wanted to be seen, wanted someone to understand you.”

My heart should be racing with fear at his confession, but it isn’t, heat pools between my legs. His words echo in my mind; he's been watching me and knows my darkest fantasies. My years of training force me to catalog every warning sign, every red flag, but my body arches into his touch anyway.

"Those nights when you thought you were alone?" His fingers trace my jaw. "I saw everything. The way you touched yourself watching those masked men. How you begged for someone to take control."

A whimper and a load of saliva escapes around the gag. My thighs clench together, seeking friction. The handcuffs bite into my wrists as I shift, but the pain only heightens my arousal.

"You should be terrified right now." His thumb wipes a drop of his cum from my lip. "But look at you—trembling with need instead of fear."

He's right. Before I ended up gagged, bound and on my knees I should have grabbed my phone, called James, and had this man arrested. Instead, I'm on my knees, soaked through my panties, craving more of whatever his darkness promises.

"I've imagined this moment so many times." His voice drops lower. "Watching you fight against your nature, pretending to be normal. But we both know better, don't we, Clara?"

I nod, unable to deny it anymore. The shame of being exposed and having my obsessions laid bare floods me with an intoxicating relief. Someone finally sees me.

"Such a good girl," he praises, “ready to embrace what you are."

The rational voice in my head grows fainter with each word. I know I'm falling into something dangerous, something I might never be able to escape. But as Silas's hands slide into my hair, guiding my head back to look up at him, I realize I don't want to escape.

I want to drown in our shared depravity.

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SILAS

She’s beautiful like this, bound and helpless. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wide, lips parted as she gasps. Clara is mine to do as I please, and I intend to take full advantage.

“The respected psychologist,” I murmur, “surrendering control so beautifully. Are these the desires you hide behind those professional papers?”

She shakes her head furiously, unable to articulate with the gag restraining her. I lean in and delicately undo it from the back and pull it away with a slick line of drool connecting it to her lips

Her eyes sparkle with defiance. “Please... stop.” Behind her feeble protests, her eyes sing a symphony of darker desires—ones I’ll take great pleasure in unleashing. She doesn’t want me to stop; she likes to say it.

My laugh echoes through the room, cold and cruel. “Liar. Your body betrays you. I can smell your arousal.” I grab her by her forearms and lift her onto her feet, yanking her flush against me and lifting the hem of her dress so my semi-hard cock slides against her wet panties. “Feel how wet you are for me.” She lets out a muffled moan, her hips bucking involuntarily.

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