Page 39 of Stalk Me

“Open your eyes,” I order, my voice like steel. “Look at me while you do it.”

She obeys, her gaze locking with mine as she slowly slides the toy between her folds, her breath quickening as she finds her rhythm.

The sight of her with her thighs bound and pleasuring herself for me feeds the darkest parts of my nature. I’m rock hard, throbbing, but still, I make myself wait, wanting to draw this out, to imprint this moment forever in my memory.

She’s biting her lip now, her eyes fluttering as she teeters on the edge. “Don’t come,” I warn, my voice sharp. “Not yet. I haven’t given you permission.”

She whimpers, her fingers faltering, but she obeys, fighting back the tide of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.

“That’s it,” I praise, my voice softening. “Hold it. Good girl.”

Lust dilates her pupils as she waits, trembling, for my command.

I hold her gaze. “Now, come for Daddy.”

As her eyes meet mine, it happens—a flash in her eyes as the coil of pleasure finally snaps, her whole body arching off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat.

I’m transfixed as she comes apart for me, and it’s the most stunning sight I’ve ever seen. My malishka, pleasuring herself for me, her body offered up as a sacrifice to the need I’ve stoked within her.

I don’t give her a chance to recover, to catch her breath. The moment I see her eyes glaze over with pleasure, I slam into her, my thick cock plunging deep into her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck—” She breaks off with a cry, her nails digging into my arms as her body clamps around me.

The feel of her, tight and hot around me, is almost too much. I withdraw almost entirely, then thrust deep once more, burying myself to the hilt.

“Nikolai—” My name falls from her lips like a prayer, her hips arching to meet me.

I do it again, setting a relentless pace, wanting to brand her with my possession. My hips snap forward, driving into her over and over, each thrust hard and deep.

“Daddy—” She calls me that without thought, without hesitation, and it sends a bolt of need straight to my balls.

The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, punctuated by her cries and my harsh breaths. I’m a man possessed, driven by a primal need to stake my claim, to brand her as only mine.

“That’s it, malishka,” I growl, my hands gripping her bound thighs for leverage. “Take it. All of it.”

Her response is a wordless cry, her body bowing to meet each thrust. Her inner walls clench around me, milking my cock, and it’s all I can do to hold off my own release.

“Come for me again,” I demand, my teeth gritted as I fight for control. “Come on my cock.”

She’s so tight, so wet, and her body is rippling around me, her climax washing over her in waves. She’s shaking, crying out, her face contorted with the intensity of her pleasure.

“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice rough. “Let go. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

And she does, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching, rippling around me, milking my cock as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

I feel the tightening in my groin, the coiled spring of my control about to snap.

“Look at me,” I growl, slamming into her, my cock claiming her as my own. “Look into Daddy’s eyes while I breed you.”

And as she does, as her green-gold eyes lock with mine, I realize we haven’t even discussed birth control. It’s a careless oversight, and yet, at this moment, I don’t care. I should. I knowthe risks, but a part of me even likes the idea of her getting pregnant and carrying my child. I close my eyes, clearing the thoughts from my mind. Now is not the time.

Her eyes widen at my words, but she doesn’t look away, holding my gaze as I thrust into her again and again. I can feel the coiled tension in my groin, the build-up of pleasure threatening to consume me. I’m losing control, my grip on my emotions slipping as my obsession takes over.

“Surrender for me,” I encourage, my voice hoarse, my hands gripping the spreader bar as I drive into her. “Give Daddy what belongs to him.”

She’s still sensitive from her earlier orgasms, her body primed for release. It doesn’t take much, just a few soft circles of my thumb on her clit and a hard thrust, and she’s crying out, her body shaking as she climaxes around me.

I’m letting myself fall, driven by a deep need that scares me. I’ve never felt this way, so consumed by a hunger for one person, an obsession that has grown like a weed, choking out all other thoughts.

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