Page 34 of Fetch

I grin down at her before releasing a wad of spit down her slit. She shudders as I smear it all the way back to her ass. “It will. I promise. And then it’s going to feel so fucking good. Just think how hard you’re going to cum when we start playing with it.”

She bites down on her lip. “Fuck. Okay, fine. Just do it.”

I reach over her to the bedside table and pull a tube of lube out of the drawer. “I’m going to make it hurt less. Saliva alone isn’t cutting it.”

I squirt a glob of it into my palm and reach underneath her. She raises her hips to allow me better access. “There we go. You feel that? It’s already loosening up.”

She nods. “Please, Punk. Just do it.”

I chuckle and slide the rest of the plug inside. Her mouth gapes, forming anO, as the third and largest bead stretches her delicate hole to a size it’s never been before. I give it a little twist to make sure it’s fully snug.

“Ohhh, fuck.” She pants, her chest heaving.

“This one doesn’t vibrate, love. But we can still have some fun with it.”

“Are you a psycho, Punk?” She gazes up at me with lust-glazed eyes.

I roll my thumb in circles around her clit. “We both are, Roxy. That’s why we fit. No one else can make you feel this way. The way I touch you and fuck you. No one else. I’ll kill anyone who tries. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you wouldn’t murder a woman for touching me.”

Her nostrils flare and her eyes narrow. She never thought about it before. But now she is. “No one better fucking touch you, Punk. I swear to fucking—”

I thrust hard, cutting her off with her own orgasm exploding in her core. “No one, baby. I’m yours. Now cum for your god. Cum all over my holy fucking hand.”

The word orgasm doesn’t justify the explosion in my core. There is nothing that can fully make sense of the sensations ripping through my body. In this moment, I’m locked in with him, sinking deeper and deeper into his transcendence.

I should be angry with him for uprooting my entire life. For stalking me, haunting my dreams, then tying me up and touching me while I slept. In theory, he’s kidnapped me. Violated me. But is it wrong if I don’t want him to stop?

Punk glides his wet fingers up and over my belly. He draws circles around my nipples, causing them to harden and ache. With a smirk on his face, he rakes them over my chest, my neck, and then pushes them into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own arousal. A deep moan billows out of me as I suck the salt and cum off his skin.

As he presses down on my tongue, he thrusts two new fingers inside my pussy. I arch back and spread my legs as far as I can, allowing him to get deeper.

“We’re insatiable together,” he declares.

The stretch in my ass deepens the pressure in my core. I can feel him in my lower back, my belly, my fucking throat. His fingers slide back, and I convulse, gagging around them. But I’m distracted by the way he pushes against my G-spot. I forget to breathe for a second and almost black out.

“I will take you to hell and back, pretty girl. Hell is so much sweeter. Fuck, you feel so good when you surrender.” He palms my pussy and squeezes it.

A feral sound escapes my throat, so monstrous I startle myself. I bite down on his fingers, drawing blood, as I roll my hips and grind against him. We lock eyes as I cum all over his hand.

My heart skips.He’s fucking gorgeous. Photos don’t do him justice. Neither did the lighting at Push that night webumpedinto each other. Dirty-blond hair with waves I want to run my fingers through and eyes the lightest shade of hazel I’ve ever seen. Not to mention a jawline I want to suck on and thick lips that turn my nipples into live wires. This manlookslike a god.

“I will wake you up like this every morning.” He slowly draws his fingers away and sits back on his heels. He tilts his head to the side, studying my face. “If I untie you, do you promise to stay with me?”

I lick my lips, my throat dry. “Yes… but only if you promise to let me come and go as I please.”

His devilish smirk returns. “Of course, you can, Roxy. You’re not a prisoner. Besides, I will always be watching you. I can’t risk anything happening to my pretty girl.”

My belly does a little flip. Why the fuck does the idea of getting stalked by my own boyfriend turn me on? Fuck. Punk Wilder is my boyfriend now. “Good because I have a job that I semi-like and friends who I love hanging out with.”

He leans over and unties my left wrist, chuckling to himself. “Well, just so you know, those two idiots you work with are the ones who told me your name and gamertag. I might have to have a little chat with them about that.”

My stomach drops. “What the fuck? I’m going to murder them myself.”

Punk wraps a hand around my throat and hovers over me. “Shhh, relax. Don’t get worked up. We’ll spare them since they helped bring us together.”

I take short breaths as his grip tightens. A spasm flutters deep inside. Oh fuck. That’s unexpected. “Okay,” I rasp. Part of me wants to fight back so I can cum again. But I’m starving and need to pee. Not sure which order I want to do those in yet.

He frees my other wrist but stays straddling me. Something feral flashes in his eyes. “Those who exist outside these walls are nothing but pathetic sheep. They don’t deserve to be in your presence. I tolerate it because it’s what you want. But if anyone crosses a line, I will skin them alive. Remember that every time you leave this penthouse.”

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