Page 35 of Fetch

It’s a warning, not a threat. Every person I come into contact with is in danger at all times. I shudder as I stare back at him. My juices trickle from my entrance, wetting my thighs. This is a brutal kind of love. One that has already started to consume me. His possessiveness makes me feel powerful, not weak. The tighter his grip, the harder I fall. The more I want to prove to him that I’m worthy of his obsession.

With my hands free, I slide them under his shirt and finger the ridges of his perfectly chiseled abs. “The world is at our mercy.”

He grins and presses his soft lips against mine, a sweet kiss from a violent man who can shatter me just by looking at me. I lean into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck as our tongues find each other. It’s a chaotic swirl of emotions that plays out in our fiery mouths.

I moan as our kiss deepens, clawing my fingers through his hair, desperate to swallow every drop of his saliva. I want his essence inside me. I wish I could crawl inside him and rest inside his bones. To feel his skin as my skin.

The grumble of my belly makes him pause. He chuckles. “I need to feed you. Come. Let me show you where I’ve put your things. I’ll make you breakfast while you’re getting dressed.”

It takes me a few minutes to stabilize myself as I get up from the bed. His devotion has made me dizzy and lightheaded. I’m running on a high of lust and adrenaline. But I need actual sustenance so I don’t pass out.

I gasp when we enter the living room. It’s massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows. I press my naked body against the glass and look down. “You can see the whole city from here.”

He nestles up behind me, his cock pulsing against my lower back. “Roxy, if you don’t get dressed right now, you’re going to starve to death. Because I will fuck you against this window for the next three hours.”

Oh fuck. I don’t know how we’re ever going to keep our hands off each other. I let out a little sigh. “Starving doesn’t sound so bad when you put it like that.” I slither out of his embrace. “But you’re right. Show me the rest.”

He leads me into another primary bedroom except there isn’t a bed. The center of the room is occupied by multiple stacks of boxes. To the left is a door that leads into an ensuite bathroom. And next to that is another door that opens up to a closet the size of my old apartment. All my clothes are hung up neatly and arranged by color.

He leans against the doorframe. “I had the movers hang up your clothes to my liking, but I figured you didn’t want them rifling through your things again. You can put them anywhere you want in our house.”

Our house. That was going to take some getting used to. Other than my piece-of-shit stepfather, I’ve never lived with a man before. “Thank you, Punk. I’ll just wash up a little and meet you in the kitchen?”

He stalks behind me again and squeezes my ass. “Yes, it’s just off the living room.” He slips his fingers inside my anus and curls them around the plug. “We can play with this again later, pretty girl.”

I grab onto the closet’s doorframe to brace myself. Tingles spread through my core as he pulls on it. It’s a mixture of relief and ache. I clench around the last bead, not quite ready to lose the sensation.

He caresses my belly with his free hand as he twists the tip of the plug in circles a few times. “I got you a whole set of these, pretty girl,” he croons in my ear. “All different sizes and shapes.” He teases my entrance with it, pushing and pulling back and forth.

I whimper and press my forehead against the frame. Sweat beads on my temples. “Can you give me another one after breakfast? Please, Punk…”

His breath is hot on my face. “Yes, baby… but only if you let me feed you.”

I nod furiously. I’ll promise him anything.I’ll give him anything. Just to always feel like this.

He twists the plug one more time before pulling it out. He sweeps my hair to the side and nuzzles my neck. “You’re doing so good. The more you submit, the greater the rewards.”

A shiver dances across my back. There is no going back now. I belong to this man. Body, mind, and soul—I’m his.

Punk prepares our plates at the center island, shirtless and barefoot. His hair is damp, and he smells of powdery soap and fresh linen. He grins over at me when I walk in, freshly showered as well. Dressed in black yoga pants and a thin white tank top, I wonder how long before he strips me out of them. I love being naked with him. I crave it.

“After the first time I followed you, after catching your scent, I stocked all the bathrooms with peach soaps and body washes. I even had a bowl of peaches in here. And every time I ate one, I’d imagine it was your sweet cunt. I’m going to eat it off you next time. Can you imagine? All those juices dripping together… Mmm.”

My face flushes, spreading a feverish heat across my skin. I’m suddenly shy, nervous by the way he looks at me. The way he speaks. “I… yes.” How does one respond to that? Like yes, please. Right fucking now. You can absolutely use that insanely hot tongue of yours to lick peach juice out of my pussy. Good lord.

He winks and motions to the barstool. “Sit. Food’s ready.” He carries a bowl of fresh fruit, yogurt, and granola to me, holding a spoonful of it between us. “No more junk food except on cheat days. Now open up, pretty girl.”

I smile and take the creamy bite into my mouth. He’s making me better and healthier. “You’re so good to me. I knew you would be.”

He caresses my throat. “I love watching you swallow.”

“I love watchingyou,” I murmur.

He drags my stool closer to his and leans forward. “I know, pretty girl… I knoweverything.” He drags his thumb across my lower lip, tugging it down. “I followed your breadcrumbs. Every tasty little morsel you left for me to find…”

My breath quickens. Fuck. The blood in my head rushes to my feet. “What are you—”

His grip around my throat tightens, restricting my airflow. “Shhh. I saw you, Roxy. The day of my accident. You were there in the crowd… How could I forget your pretty face?” He licks the side of my cheek, slowly dragging his tongue from my jaw up to my temple. “Youmade sure Vinyl Delights sponsored the party at Joystick because you were hoping I’d show up. Am I right?”

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