Page 69 of Stalked
“Envy,” he says simply. “I've always been consumed by it. Watching others have what I wanted. What I deserved.” It explains the tattoo on his hand.
All these years, his obsession wasn't just desire—it was possession, ownership, entitlement.
“And now?” I ask.
Vane approaches with a lit wick. “Now I have exactly what I want.”
The first touch of fire against my skin sends electricity through my entire body. I gasp, the chains above me jingling as I instinctively try to move away from the heat—but can't. The sensation dances along my collarbone, a delicious burning that never quite crosses into pain.
“Breathe,” Vane commands, his voice husky behind his mask.
I do as he says, drawing air deep into my lungs as the flame traces a path down between my breasts. The alcohol on my skin creates the briefest moment of heat before cooling, leaving my nerve endings singing.
“You're so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, circling me with deliberate steps. “Suspended. Helpless. Mine.”
I can't see where he'll touch me next, and the anticipation is its own exquisite torture. When the flame kisses the curve of my hip, right above where he cut me earlier, I cry out.
“That's it,” he encourages. “Let me hear you.”
The flame travels lower, along the outside of my thigh, and my body responds with a violent shudder. My toes barely touchthe ground, forcing me to rely entirely on the chains for support as my muscles turn liquid.
Vane moves behind me, his body heat mingling with the controlled fire in his hand. I feel his lips against my shoulder blade, a startling contrast to the flame that now traces my spine. Each vertebra receives attention—first his tongue, then the fire, a pattern that drives me wild.
“Please,” I beg.
His free hand slides around to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. “Please, what, wildflower?”
The fire travels lower, tracing the curve of my ass, and I whimper. My body is a live wire, every nerve ending desperate for more. I'm suspended between agony and ecstasy, completely at his mercy and loving every second.
“More,” I manage to gasp. “I need more.”
His laugh is dark and promising against my ear. “Oh, I'm only just getting started.”
Vane steps away, and I strain against my chains, desperate for more of his touch. He returns with a sleek black vibrator in his hand, his eyes gleaming behind the green mask.
“Let's see how much you can take,” he murmurs, turning it on.
The first touch of the vibrator against my clit sends electricity through my suspended body. I jerk in the chains, a cry tearing from my throat. Just as the sensation builds to an almost unbearable point, he pulls it away.
The flame appears instead, dancing dangerously close to my clit. The heat radiates just above my pussy, not touching but close enough that I feel my skin tightening in response. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more.
“Stay still,” Vane commands. “Or I'll stop.”
I force myself to obey, though my body trembles with the effort. He rewards me by pressing the vibrator against myclit again, harder this time. The contrast between the intense vibration and the teasing heat of the flame as he alternates between them drives me to the edge of madness.
“Fuck, Vane,” I gasp, my legs shaking so hard I can barely maintain my tiptoe stance.
“That's it,” he growls, pressing the vibrator directly against my swollen clit while the flame dances ever closer to my pussy. “Come for me. Let me see how fucking wet you can get.”
The dual sensations push me over the edge violently. My entire body convulses as an orgasm tears through me. I feel a gush of wetness between my legs as I squirt, something I've rarely experienced before.
“Holy shit,” Vane groans, watching me with undisguised hunger. “You're fucking drenched. Look at you, squirting all over yourself like the perfect little slut you are.”
His filthy words only intensify my pleasure as I hang limply from the chains, aftershocks still rippling through me.
A loud horn suddenly blares through the room, echoing off the walls.
“Perfect timing,” Vane says, his voice thick with arousal. “That's the signal. Everyone will be joining us soon.” He leans close, his lips brushing my ear. “I'm going to tease you to tears before I fuck you in front of all of them.”
