Page 38 of Stalk Me

A whimper escapes Sofia’s pretty lips. I repeat the motion, a gentle rhythm, the paddle leaving a red imprint on her flesh.

“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. “Daddy’s here to satisfy your needs.”

I shift my aim slightly, targeting the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Oh God,” she cries.

I pause my ministrations, letting the paddle rest against her heated flesh. “God can’t help you here, malishka.” My voice drops lower, darker. “Only Daddy can satisfy you.”

I trace the paddle along her inner thigh, watching her squirm. “Say it. Who’s the only one who can help you?”

She’s breathless. “You... only you, Daddy.”

“And don’t you forget it. Any ounce of pleasure you experience from this moment on comes solely from me, do you understand?”

My fingers trail up her thigh, teasing. “Now, I want that pretty ass painted with my brand.”

Her breath quickens as I push her ankles higher so her ass is more accessible. I can see the pleasure building in her, the fear melting away, leaving only the raw, primal need.

I focus on the outer curve of her ass, the letters of the paddle pressing into her flesh with each stroke. Slowly, deliberately, I spell out the word, the leather making contact with her skin in a rhythmic dance.

“D... A... D... D... Y,” I murmur, punctuating each letter with a paddle stroke.

Her body shudders with the impact, the leather burning into her skin. Her flesh is now marked with my title, a possession beyond the physical.

I let the paddle fall to the side, my hands moving to caress the marks I’ve made. “Perfect,” I breathe, my voice thick with desire. “You’re so perfect for Daddy.”

Her skin is flushed, marked with the imprint of the paddle, my possession clear for anyone to see. But I’m greedy; I want more. I want my mark on her to go deeper, imprinting not just on her skin but on her soul.

I want her crawling out of her skin with need, just as she’s driven me to the brink of insanity with her very existence. The vibrator I grab from the nightstand will be my tool to push her over the edge. I flick it on, the soft buzz filling the room, and watch her eyes go wide as the first vibration hits her clit.

“Oh!” she gasps, her chest heaving. “Nikolai?—”

I don’t respond. Simply press the vibrator harder against her pussy, watching her face as the pleasure takes over. Her mouth parts on a silent cry, her eyes screwing shut. I let it build, reading her distance to the edge, then as she’s about to tip over the edge, I back off, reducing the pressure.

She whimpers, her hips bucking as she seeks more stimulation. “Please, Nikolai. I need?—”

“Not yet,” I murmur, my voice a low purr. “Daddy’s not done playing.”

With slow, deliberate movements, I trail the vibrator along the reddened skin of her inner thigh, teasing her and making her wait. I watch her reactions carefully, gauging her responses, knowing when to apply pressure and when to back off. It’s a delicate dance, pushing her right to the edge and then pulling back, keeping her teetering on the precipice of pleasure.

I reach down, my fingers tracing the slick folds of her core. “You’re so fucking wet, malishka. So ready for me.”

“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse. “I need to come.”

I grin, my cock throbbing with the need to claim her. But not yet. I have one more game to play. I reach for the rope that binds her wrists, loosening it so she can tear her hands free.

“Take it,” I command, pressing the vibrator into her hand. “Do exactly as I say.”

She nods eagerly, her chest heaving with anticipation.

“Now,” I instruct my voice hard. “Use it to make yourself come.”

The rhythm of her breathing falters, and she just stares at me for a moment.

“You heard me, malishka. I want to watch you bring yourself pleasure. But remember, you’re still under my control.”

She nods again, her fingers tightening around the vibrator. I watch, transfixed, as she brings it back to her core, her eyes sliding closed as she seeks the perfect spot.

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