Page 99 of Stalker's Toy

It feeds my appetite in ways nothing else can.

We climb in, her small frame settling into the passenger seat.

I reach over, brush against the fabric of her dress.

My fingers find her knee and work their way up, pausing at the border of skin and stocking.

"Open your legs," I say. It hangs between us, electric, charged with the night's unspent fury.

She does it, no words, just a flash of pale skin.

Her nervousness turns me on.

She’s eager, almost desperate, and the heat rises between us in fogged patches on the window.

"We need to leave," I tell her, but don't move, just letmy hand wander the length of her thigh, rough and possessive.

I push my finger inside her.

She’s soaked, biting back a moan as I push deeper, finger fucking her.

She squirms a little, the leather seat giving her nowhere to go.

I watch her eyes; they betray her more than she knows. I can see the hesitance being eaten away by something stronger, something wild.

She wants to come, but I don’t let her, pulling my fingers out and licking them clean.

The moment she stops squirming is the moment I start the car.

I can’t keep the smirk off my face as we pull away.

She's come exactly as I ordered.

Outside, the city blurs past in grays and blacks, shadows melting into shadows.

I want to be lost with her, to make the world disappear so it's only my voice that cuts through.

She shifts in her seat, keeping her legs open.

I reach over and play with her pussy as I drive, my cock straining against my jeans. "Where are we going?" she asks, her voice small and restrained.

"You'll see," I say.

She doesn't press for more, just chews on her bottom lip, the pink of it likeblood on snow.

There's this mix of nerves and trust, a delicate balance I'm ready to tip.

Her head turns to look out the window, but I know she's still with me, still thinking of my words, my hands, everything she wants but can't say.

A hint of a smirk finds its way out. It's so damn delicious, having her next to me like this, strung tight, ready to snap or sing, or both.

Mia and I, we're both drawn to the fucked-up edges. I'm more familiar with them than she is, but I'm willing to show her.

I'm always willing to share.

We're heading there now, that dark den where the deviants come out to play.

I've been there a hundred times as Henrik, the master and commander, but this is different.

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