Page 41 of Silent Stalker

A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers trail along my jaw, his touch sending sparks through my body. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and loves playing with the power he holds over me. I take a shaky breath, my gaze dropping to his muscular, inked chest and then lowering to the rigid length of him. He’s thick and ready, a bead of arousal glistening at the tip.

“Go on, Clara,” he urges, noticing my transfixed stare. “Look at me. Take in what you’ve done to me. How fucking hard you make my dick.”

“Please, stop! Let me down.” My voice echoes off the abandoned barn’s walls, mingling with the howling wind. I know my pleas are futile, but I can’t help but try, caught between mydesire to act like the victim and the humiliating thrill of being completely at his mercy.

Silas, his face still hidden behind that mask that has haunted my fantasies, approaches me with deliberate steps. His eyes burn with desire, and he strokes his thick length as if proving that he holds all the power at this moment.

“Why would I do that, Clara?” His voice is deep and commanding. “When you’re exactly where you want to be. Isn’t this what you’ve fantasized about? Being taken by a stranger. A masked stranger.”

He moves closer, positioning himself directly in front of me, and I realize with a shock that the hook is at the perfect height. The rope around my ankles is just taut enough to hold my legs apart, leaving me exposed and wanting.

Without a word, he slides inside me, his length filling me in one smooth stroke. I gasp, my eyes flying open as my body stretches to accommodate him. I feel deliciously full, the intensity of the sensation heightened by my bound and vulnerable state.

“Fuck,” he curses, his breath coming in sharp bursts. “You feel so good, Clara.”

He begins to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking back and forth, his cock stroking deep within me. I can’t contain my moans, the pleasure building with each thrust. Being suspended like this, completely at his mercy, only heightens the experience.

“Demand that I stop, Clara,” he says, his voice hoarse with arousal. “Tell me to let you go.”

I swallow hard, feeling shame and excitement as I play along with his fantasy. “Let me go,” I say, my voice laced with faux anger. “Untie me right now!”

The more I struggle, the more he seems to enjoy it. Silas’s eyes shine with a dangerous light through the holes in his mask. I should’ve known he’d take my pleas as a challenge.

“Oh, Clara. You have no idea how much your resistance excites me.” He leans in, his mouth close to my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me to stop again. Beg me to.”

I shake my head, feeling exposed and vulnerable. My arms strain against the bindings and the rope bites into my skin, but I can’t escape the delicious feeling of being helpless.

“Don’t be shy.” He thrusts upward, filling me so deeply that I can’t help but cry out. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“No...” My voice catches in my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut, ashamed of my body’s response. “I don’t want this, Silas. Stop, please!”

“Your mouth says no,” he purrs darkly, “but your greedy little body is begging for more, squeezing me like it never wants to let go.”

He grabs my waist and starts slamming me up and down on his thick shaft, using his powerful forearms to lift me and drop me with ease while I am attached to the meat hook. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation, my breasts bouncing with each violent impale.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Silas groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he enjoys the feeling of my body taking his cock.

“Silas, please—I can’t take much more of this.” My words come out in a husky whisper.

His only response is to chuckle, a deep sound reverberating through his broad chest. “Oh, but you can, Clara. I know your body, perhaps better than you know it yourself.”

He leans forward, his mouth finding my nipple, his teeth nibbling and tugging at the sensitive peak. My body squirms against the restraints as I try to find relief, but his strong hands hold me firmly in place.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, his mouth trailing kisses along my collarbone. “Squirm for me. Let me feel how much you want this.”

I can’t hold back my moans anymore. This man can push me to the edge and keep me there. With each jerk of my hips, his cock hits that sweet spot inside me, sparking pleasure that radiates through my core. My breasts bounce with each movement, and my nipples tighten into sensitive peaks.

“Such a greedy little thing,” he growls against my neck, fingers marking ownership into my skin. “Desperate for every brutal inch I give you.”

His words send a rush of heat through my body, and I gasp as the coil of pleasure deep within me tightens.

“Now, Clara,” he says, his voice a command. “Come for me. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock.”

I bite my lip, trying to hold off the inevitable, wanting to prolong this exquisite torture. But it’s no use. With a few well-placed thrusts, he sends me spiraling over the edge.

“Si-Silas,” I cry out, my body trembling as the orgasm rocks me. “Oh, God!”

He chuckles darkly, continuing to thrust into me, riding out my waves of pleasure. “That’s it, my sweet Clara. Let yourself go. Come all over my cock.”

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