Page 1 of Wickedly Played
PROLOGUE
Stalker
Serena’s beauty knows no bounds. Every time I see her, I crave her even more. With her long and straight blonde hair, jade green eyes, ruby lips, and perky nose, I want her. Serena has passed me numerous times. Each time I have her in my hands, I relish her warmth and power over her. I just have to squeeze my hand around her throat and watch the life drain out of her.
The other assholes and bitches she is fucking are about to be collateral damage. They think they can possess her. They believe they are special as she ties them in her green bondage rope. They think they mean something to her every time she allows them to be in her presence.
Serena is like the sun. Whenever she’s shining bright on someone, they blossom. It would be a shame if that sun were to fade out.
Night after night, I watch her on her webcam pleasuring herself. I watch her as she dances on stage with her male and female partners during the shows she performs. I watch her as she allows these people to touch her. I watch her bring them into her private room during our parties.
What these other people don’t know is that I would rather kill her than allow someone else to have her.
My hands itch to touch her sun-kissed skin again. My mouth waters at the thought of licking her beautiful pussy. I need her. None of the other people need her like I do. She’s meant to be mine.
Whenever I get close to her outside of events, someone blocks me from touching her. She also brings these meat shields with her when she attends private parties and does her demonstrations. I want to say I feel bad for what I did to her previous guards. They got in my way. Serena has brought men and women up on stage to demonstrate something with them - she’s had me on stage a couple of times, and I loved every moment of it. Every time I volunteer, and she has me tied up, I want to tell her how much I love her.
It is a Friday night, and I’m alone in my house watching her on her cam. Her sexy little voice is like honey to me.
“Hi, lovers. How is everyone’s night going? I went to the gym today and then got a latte with a couple of my friends. What did you all do?” Serena sings while digging through a drawer to pull out a vibrator.
If you wish to watch the exclusive content about to come on, please enter your credit card. Serena’s exclusive content is an additional $100.
Naturally, I entered my credit card information. For the past four months, I have spent more money than I have to continue watching her on her cam. Serena has become more than just an idea to me. She’s mine.
“If you wish to have a private showing with me, please request the video. I can’t wait to see you, lovers, in a few.” Serena holds up a pair of crotchless underwear and a sexy bra. With one quick wink into the camera, the feed is paused.
We are immediately ushered into a private room with Serena. She has her naked ass to us, bending over to put herunderwear on. Someone tells her to leave it off, but she giggles at that.
“Lover, what would you rather I wear?”
Someone types:I would rather you wear me on top of you.
This asshole, Hot2Trot, just signed their death warrant. How dare they speak to Serena like that?
“I would like that, too,” she coos with a wink.
Hot2Trot responds with:Come on over to my house and sit on my face. You can wear my beard.
I’m going to slaughter this mother fucker.
Just when I’m about to respond, my internet crashes. “No! Fuck!” I scream and punch the desk. “No! Serena! Come back!”
The buffering symbol might as well be the wheel of death. Each passing minute has me further and further away from her. I can feel it in my bones that those dicks are flirting with my woman.
One way or another, I’m going to possess her. She will belong to only me. I will kill whoever gets in my way of her.
“Come on! Come on, come on, come on!” I yell at the computer. “Finally!” I scream once the feed is back on. “I’m so sorry, Serena. Please forgive me for missing ten minutes of your video,” I confess.
“Lovers, which toy should I use next?” She’s pointing to several different vibrators, butt plugs, and nipple clamps surrounding her.
She uses the toys as the viewers tell her to use them. “Oh, this one is dangerous!” Her thighs are closing around her hand while she shuttles it inside of her. “I think I’m going to come! Are you ready? I want to come at the same time. Pretend you’re fucking me. Lovers, I want to come together.”
A barrage of messages is being sent to her about how close they are. I’m only worried about her pleasure. I need to makesure she climaxes before I even touch myself. I’m painfully horny, and I can feel all of the blood rushing to my lower belly.
“Yes! Keep fucking yourself. I wish we could all be together,” Serena moans. “I’m coming!”
When I hear her shout, that is when I finish.
