Page 59 of Stalked
The sound breaks something loose inside me. I pull her forward using the ropes, almost withdrawing completely before slamming her back onto me. Each thrust is punctuated by her gasps, the wet sound of her cunt gripping me, the creaking of rope under tension.
“Fifteen years,” I snarl, establishing a punishing rhythm, using the suspension system to swing her helpless body back and forth onto my cock. “Fifteen years you ran from this.”
Her head falls forward as I control her body like a marionette, the ropes becoming extensions of my hands. The harness creaks with each violent thrust, her breasts bouncing within their rope confines.
“Look at us,” I demand.
In the mirror, my eyes are wild, muscles corded with strain as I use the ropes to slam her onto me again and again. The green hemp digs into her flesh with each impact, leaving marks that will remind her who her master is for days to come.
I twist the central knot, spinning her slightly to change the angle, hitting deeper inside her. The new position makes her scream, her inner walls clenching around me like a vise.
“That's it, wildflower. Take it all,” I growl, using my grip on the ropes to increase the force of each thrust. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
The suspension system creaks under our violent movements, her body swinging like a pendulum to the rhythm I set. Each time I pull her back, I feel her cunt grip me tighter, her body betraying how much she loves this savagery.
I can feel her getting close. Her walls flutter around my cock, her breathing turns ragged, and her eyes start to roll back. She's trying to escape into her pleasure, to close herself off from the intensity.
Not fucking happening.
“Eyes on the mirror,” I growl, yanking the rope harness to force her attention forward. “Watch yourself come apart for me.”
Her gaze snaps back to our reflection, glazed with that beautiful submissive look. I reach around her bound body with my free hand, finding her clit and circling it mercilessly.
“That's it, wildflower. Watch what I do to you. What I've always done to you.”
I twist the central knot slightly, adjusting the angle so she can't look away from the mirror even if she tries. The ropes dig deeper into her flesh, marking patterns that will last for days.
“Fifteen years,” I pant against her ear, never slowing my punishing pace. “Fifteen years I've waited to see you come undone again.”
Her reflection shows everything—the flush spreading across her chest, her parted lips, the tension building in her trembling thighs. She's fighting it, trying to maintain some semblance of control even now.
“Let go,” I command, pressing harder against her clit. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”
The dam breaks. Her body shakes violently in the rope harness, her back arching impossibly as the orgasm tears through her. Her cunt clamps down on my cock with bruising force, rippling and squeezing me like she's trying to drain every drop.
Her scream echoes off the walls as she thrashes against her bonds, the rope creaking under the strain of her writhing body. I hold her steady through it all, forcing her to watch herself come apart in the mirror.
“Look at you,” I growl, my own control fraying as her inner walls milk my cock. “Fucking beautiful.”
The pressure builds at the base of my spine as her walls continue to pulse around me. I grip the ropes tighter, using them to slam her back against me one final time.
“Fuck,” I growl, burying myself to the hilt inside her. My release tears through me like a lightning strike, my cock pulsing as I empty myself deep inside her cunt.
I hold her there, suspended and impaled as I fill her, each throb sending another hot spurt into her depths. The sensationis so intense my vision blurs at the edges, fifteen years of fantasies crystallizing into this perfect moment of possession.
When the last aftershock subsides, I slowly withdraw, keeping her suspended in the harness. My cum immediately begins to leak from her swollen pussy, dripping down her inner thighs in thick white rivulets.
“Look at that,” I murmur, adjusting the ropes so I can see her better. I run a finger through the mess, collecting some of my seed before bringing it to her lips. “Fucking beautiful, wildflower. Your pretty little pussy dripping with my cum.”
She licks my finger clean without hesitation.
“More,” she moans, her voice hoarse. “I need more, Vane.”
A smirk spreads across my face as I circle her suspended body. Of course, she wants more. She's always wanted this—wanted me—even when she ran.
“I know you do,” I whisper, trailing my fingers along the rope patterns marking her skin. “You've always needed this, haven't you? Always needed me.”
I grab a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back to look at me.
