Page 71 of Stalked
“Your cunt remembers me,” I snarl. “Fifteen years and it still recognizes its fucking master.”
I pull out suddenly, leaving her empty and whimpering. Her pussy glistens, dripping with arousal as she sways slightly in her suspension.
“I need that ass, wildflower.” I run my thumb between her cheeks, circling her tight hole. “Time to claim every part of you.”
Her eyes widen. Something in her expression makes me pause.
“Has anyone fucked this tight little hole before?” I ask, pressing against her entrance.
She hesitates, then whispers, “Yes.”
Red clouds my vision as rage surges through me. I grab her jaw roughly, forcing her to look at me.
“You gave someone else one of your firsts?” My voice turns feral. “Those belonged to me. Every. Single. One.”
I tighten my grip, watching her eyes dilate with fear and arousal.
“You need to be punished for that,” I hiss against her lips. “I should have bent you over after prom and claimed this, too. Marked every inch of you as mine before you ran away.”
Her breath catches as I reach back and circle her hole again, more insistently this time.
“Now I'll have to remind you who owns this part of you, too.”
I grab a bottle of lube from a nearby table, squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. The watching hunters only fuel my possessive rage as I step behind her and circle her puckered entrance.
“You let other men have this part of you,” I growl, roughly pushing a lubed finger inside her. “Did you bend over for those fancy New York dominants while thinking of me?”
Her ass yields too easily around my finger, then another, confirming she’s telling the truth. This isn't new territory for her at all. The knowledge burns through me like acid.
“Fucking slut,” I hiss, scissoring my fingers inside her. “Every hole on your body was meant for me alone.”
I withdraw my fingers and slick my cock with lube, positioning myself behind her suspended form. I adjust thechains, tilting her ass up at the perfect angle. Her vulnerability on display for everyone to see inflames me further.
“You think those other men knew how to use this ass?” I grab her hips roughly, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. “They were just practice runs for the real thing.”
Without warning, I slam forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her scream echoes through the orgy room, drawing even more attention.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her body tensing around my invasion.
“That's right, wildflower. Take all of it.”
I give her barely a moment to adjust before I start moving, each thrust making the chains above us creak and sway. Despite her initial resistance, her body quickly relaxes, accepting me as if she were made for this—made for me.
“Look how easily you take me,” I growl, slapping her ass hard as I pound into her.
I grip the chains, using them for leverage as I drive deeper into her tight heat. The sight of my cock disappearing into her ass while men watch us makes me nearly delirious.
“This ass is mine now,” I snarl, reaching around to rub her clit. “And I'm going to ruin it for anyone else who ever thought they had a claim on you.”
My grip tightens on her hips. Sweat drips down my chest as I establish a punishing rhythm, claiming what should have been mine years ago.
“You think you're reclaiming me?” Her voice cuts through the haze of my possession, unexpectedly sharp with challenge. “I've taken cocks in this tight ass while imagining it was you.”
My rhythm falters for a split second, rage and lust colliding inside me.
“That's right,” she continues, her voice husky despite her suspension. “I'd bend over for them, close my eyes, and pretendtheir hands were yours. Pretend it was your cock stretching me open.”
“Fucking hell,” I growl, driving deeper into her, the chains rattling violently above us.
