Page 85 of Silent Stalker

I kneel between her legs, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I need to be inside her. Using my thumbs, I spread her pussy lips, exposing her clit, then rub the head of my cock up and down, teasing her. She's so wet, her arousal coating my cock, and I want to bury myself deep within her. But I force myself to take it slow, building the anticipation.

Finally, I position myself at her entrance and slowly push inside, feeling her tightness envelope me. I hold myself there for a moment, savoring the sensation, before slowly pulling out and thrusting back in, beginning a steady rhythm.

Her body moves with mine, her hips pushing back to meet my thrusts. I can't get enough of the feeling of her around me, and my thrusts become harder, faster. I hear her breath quicken, her body responding before she's conscious.

As I drive into her, I reach forward and rip off the blindfold, wanting to see her eyes when she wakes. She blinks, her eyes focusing on me, and her breath catches as she takes in my Ghost costume. A smile spreads across my face beneath the mask.

She's beautiful, disoriented, her eyes clouded with confusion. I can see the panic building in her, the realization of what I've done settling in. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the restraints and the Ghost cosplay I'm wearing. But then our eyes lock, and I see when she recognizes me.

"Silas," she moans, her voice thick with desire. "It's you."

Hearing her say my name sends a thrill through me. I lean down, burying my face in her neck, my breath hot against her skin.

"Yes, Clara. It's me," I murmur, my voice deep and husky. "Do you like your gift?"

She lets out a soft laugh, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath me. "I—I don't know what to think. You—you drugged me, tied me up..."

"And you love it," I finish for her, my lips curving into a smile. "Admit it, Clara. You've fantasized about this. Being helpless to do anything but feel."

Desire flames in her eyes, and she bites her lip, her body squirming beneath me. "Yes," she breathes.

Her surrender ignites every predatory instinct I possess. I respond by tightening my grip, watching as panic edges into her gaze. I love how her eyes widen. The panic flashes across her face as she struggles for breath. But then I ease up, letting her take a deep gulp of air before I start again.

"Do you like this, Clara?" I ask, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Do you like the feeling of being completely at my mercy?"

She tries to speak, but only a strangled sound escapes her throat. I loosen my grip slightly, and she takes a few rapid breaths before nodding, her eyes never leaving mine.

I love seeing the desire shining in her eyes. It's her desire but also her fear, and I own them both now.

“You know you love it, Clara," I whisper, and she whimpers. I like seeing her like this, knowing that I'm the one who put that look on her face. I have the power to give or take away this pleasure. That power is intoxicating.

I let go of her throat with one hand, using it to grasp her hair and tilt her head back, baring her neck. I wonder if anyone were watching us now would know the thrilling game we're playing. I imagine them watching, envious of what they can't have, knowing they'll never experience anything like this.

My other hand stays firmly on her throat, my thumb caressing her soft skin, feeling the pulse beneath my fingers. I imagine my hands are like a necklace, adorning her beautiful neck and completing our picture. My thick cock thrusting into her wet pussy, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hair inmy hand, and my hand wrapped around her delicate throat. If anyone saw us, they'd know what we are—a perfect match.

I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, Clara," I promise. I nip at her earlobe, earning a sharp intake of breath from her.

Her legs tighten around me, her heels digging into my back as I thrust into her, my cock buried deep. I don't hold back, our bodies slapping together as I piston into her. I can feel the butt plug inside her with every thrust, pushing against my cock, and I know that must be intensifying her pleasure. The thought makes my cock twitch inside her, and I thrust harder, wanting to give her everything.

"Silas!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from the way I've been using her throat.

Hearing her call my name sends a jolt through me, and I thrust even harder. She feels so good. I want this moment to last forever, to keep her like this—bound, helpless, and completely mine—but I also want to let go and give in to the pleasure building inside me. I tighten my grip on her throat as I pound into her, her neck in my hand like a precious jewel. I want to mark her, leave my fingerprints on her, a sign that she's been touched by me.

As I continue to choke her, she squirms beneath me, her movements desperate. Her breath comes in short gasps, and her chest heaves as she struggles for air. I know I'm taking her close to the edge, but I don't let up.

"That's it, Clara," I urge. "Let go."

Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel the familiar coil, signaling my impending orgasm. It's close, but I want to push her over the edge.

"Come for me, Clara," I command. "Come all over my cock."

My words are like a trigger, and she cries out, her body trembling beneath me as her orgasm washes over her. I feel herpussy spasm around my cock, milking me, and it's too much. I can't hold back any longer.

"Fuck!" I grunt, my own release crashing over me. I thrust into her a few more times, riding out my orgasm, before collapsing onto her, spent.

As I catch my breath, I gently caress her throat, noticing the faint mark I've left there. I know it'll fade, but it's a sign that she's mine for now. I lean down and press a soft kiss to the spot, feeling a surge of possession. Unfastening the bindings that hold her to the bed, I pull her against me.

She turns her head, our eyes meeting. I see a mixture of emotions in her gaze—desire, confusion, and maybe a hint of fear. But I also see acceptance. She knows who I am now and what I'm capable of, and she's still here, in my arms.

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