Page 26 of Obsessive Stalker

“Because earlier…”

“Earlier isn’t now,” I say. “Earlier I thought you were a monster.”

“I am a monster,” Damien replies.

“No you’re not,” I shake my head.

“Yes,” Damien says roughly, his hands reaching down to cup my ass. “Believe me, pet. I’m a monster. The kind that haunts your nightmares.”

“I’ve never had a nightmare about you,” I breathe. “Only good dreams. And I want to find out if it’s as good in real life as it is when I’m dreaming about it at night.”

Damien is quiet.

“I’m begging for it,” I say, sliding down the cabinet door behind me, dropping to my knees. “Please, Damien. I want you to fuck me in this. I want you to show me what you planned when you bought this for me, and I don’t want you to hold me back.Please.”

I reach for his zipper, then pull his cock out. It’s so thick, so long, and I have no idea how something like it could fit inside of me. I stroke the length of it and then position my mouth at the tip, parting my lips and gliding my tongue over the head. Groaning, he braces himself against the cabinet door and leans his hips in, sliding his cock past my parted lips and into my mouth.

I’ve never done this before, so I’m just guessing, uncertain in my movements. I make a vacuum and suck hard, and his growl of approval tells me that I’m on the right track. He thrusts more deeply into my mouth hits resistance, my hands on his thighs to hold him back while my eyes begin to water. He’s so big that I can hardly fit him inside my mouth and he’s about to hit the back of my throat.

He slides his length out slowly, all the way, and I watch it in fascination, the way he’s coated in my spit now, his own arousal still leaking from the tip.

“That’s enough of that for tonight,” Damien hisses. “I don’t want your mouth tonight. I want your cunt.”

My heart jumps at his words and I feel nervous and excited at the same fucking time.

Damien pulls me up to my feet and holds me close to him, stroking my hair, looking down at me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. “But this is going to hurt. It will feel good too, I’ll make sure of it. But it will hurt the first time.”

“I don’t care,” I say. And then to eliminate any further reluctance from him, I say, “Please. I want you to do this.Please.”

That’s the magic word. His jaw tightens and he seems to make up his mind. In a swift movement, he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder, slapping my bare ass cheek with his hand hard enough to make me yelp in pain.

“Then let’s go,” he says.

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“What’s the safe word?”

“Purple,” I breathe.

I didn’t choose the word at random. It’s the color of the ceiling, the only place I’m able to look now that Damien has restrained me.

It’s only now that I realize fully what Damien meant when he said that this would require me to surrender control to him. With my wrists and ankles tied down on the bed in an X formation, I’m so bare, so open to him, and if I ever want to get out of this room again it’ll require him to free me from the ropes that are holding me in place.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

The bed is in the center of this deep purple room, covered in the same silky sheets that Damien has upstairs. Damien stands at the foot of the bed, completely naked, his cock hard and pointed between my legs.

I wait with ragged breaths for him to do the thing I’ve waited for, for so long. But when he climbs into the bed he doesn’t position his cock between my legs.

“Not yet,” he says, reading the disappointment in my body language.

He lowers himself between my legs, bringing his face so close to my pussy, and then I feel his tongue on me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my arms pulling at the ropes. I can barely move an inch, can barely see what Damien is doing, my gaze on the purple ceiling above me until I close my eyes and see nothing at all, the feeling too intense for me to keep my eyes open through it all.

“I knew you’d taste good,” Damien says, coming up for air. He pushes a finger inside of me and I groan in pleasure. “I fucking knew it. I’ve wanted to taste your sweet pussy since I first laid eyes on you. I’ve wanted to conquer you since you put that fucking bullet in me. And now look at you. Begging for me.”

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