Page 68 of Stalker

"Where do you think you're going?" he chuckles, his fingers sliding inside me.

I gasp, my body clenching around him. "Oh god..."

SMACK

His other hand comes down, the pain and pleasure mixing into a dizzying cocktail. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with each smack and caress.

"Bruticus, please..." I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.

He growls, using both hands now. One spanks me while the other pumps in and out of my pussy, his thumb circling my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure and pain mingling into one intense, wonderful buzz.

I can feel myself getting closer, my body tensing with each smack, each thrust of his fingers. I'm so close...

"Come for me, Maryse," Bruticus commands, his voice rough with desire.

And I do. I come hard, my body convulsing with pleasure as I scream his name. The world goes white, the buzz of pleasure and pain consuming me completely. I'm dimly aware of Bruticus's strong arms holding me, his gentle touch soothing the sting on my bottom.

I hang limply over his shoulder, panting and spent. Bruticus chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath me.

"Good girl," he purrs, his fingers still inside me, gently stroking me down from my high.

I smile, my body warm and content. I love this man, this crazy, wonderful half-reaper who spanks me and makes me come like no one else ever has. And I know, in this moment, that I never want to be anywhere else but here, with him.

I hit the bed with a bounce, laughter bubbling out of me. The blindfold shifts just enough to let a sliver of light in. "I can see a little bit under the blindfold."

A low growl, then the bed dips as Bruticus climbs on. Another strip of cloth, probably the remnants of my blouse, wraps around my head, sealing off the last bit of light. I'm plunged into darkness, every sense heightened.

"Cheater," he murmurs, his voice a rumble against my ear.

I chuckle, feeling the mattress shift as he moves. Then, the first tug at my wrist. He's using the scraps of my clothes to tie me down. Each knot is a promise, a whispered secret that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Is this necessary?" I tease, even as my body responds, heat pooling between my legs.

"Absolutely." His voice is firm, but I can hear the smile in it.

The bed creaks as he moves to my other wrist, then my ankles. Each tug, each knot, sends a thrill through me. I'm spread-eagled, vulnerable, completely at his mercy. And I love it.

"You're enjoying this," he says, not a question but a statement.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress a smile. "Maybe."

A low chuckle, then the bed shifts again. I can feel him between my thighs, his breath hot on my skin. Anticipation builds, every nerve ending tingling.

Then, his tongue. One long, slow lick that sets my body on fire. I gasp, arching off the bed, and he does it again. And again. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.

And then, I'm coming. Hard. My body convulses, my hands gripping the ties as I scream his name. Pleasure explodes behindmy eyes, white-hot and intense. And I squirt, releasing all the built-up tension, the pleasure, the love. Right in his face.

I collapse back onto the bed, panting, my body still trembling with aftershocks. Bruticus's low chuckle fills the room, a sound of pure male satisfaction.

"Good girl," he purrs, his voice a rumble against my thigh.

I smile, my body warm and content.

Bruticus shifts, the bed creaking as he positions himself between my thighs. I tremble with anticipation, my body aching for him. He leans over me, his breath hot on my neck.

"You're mine, Maryse. Forever." His voice is a deep rumble, a promise that sends a shiver down my spine.

I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, the soft bone spurs teasing my sensitive flesh. I squirm in my bonds, trying to push myself onto him, but he holds back, a low chuckle vibrating through his chest.

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