Page 80 of Stalked
With each pass of the rope, I feel myself surrendering more completely to him. He attaches the suspension ropes to the harness and, with a practiced motion, hoists me into the air. My body lifts gracefully, suspended in the center of the dais where everyone can see. I'm completely exposed, vulnerable, and on display.
“Mine,” Vane announces to the room, walking around me as I hang suspended.
Heat floods my cheeks as I feel the weight of everyone's gaze. But instead of shame, I feel a rush of power—I'm the center of attention, Vane's prized possession, and the thought makes me wet with desire.
“Tell everyone here who you belong to,” Vane demands, his hand sliding between my legs.
“You,” I gasp as his fingers circle my clit. “I belong to you, Vane.”
“Louder,” he growls, pressing his body against mine as I hang helplessly in his ropes.
“I belong to you!” I cry out. “I've always been yours.”
Vane positions himself between my suspended legs, entering me in one powerful thrust. The ropes shift with our movement, creating delicious pressure points across my body.
“Please,” I beg, my voice carrying through the silent room. “Fuck me harder. Make me yours in front of everyone.”
His pace increases, each thrust pushing me higher into pleasure. The ropes hold me perfectly in place for him to take me exactly as he wants.
“You like being displayed, don't you?” Vane whispers against my ear. “Everyone is watching as I claim what's mine.”
“Yes,” I moan, surrendering completely. “I love being yours. I love everyone knowing it.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
“I'm yours,” I gasp, feeling myself approaching climax. “I've always been yours. Please, Vane... please make me come while everyone watches.”
My body trembles as Vane's thrusts become more deliberate, each one striking that perfect spot deep inside me.
“Everyone's watching you, wildflower,” Vane growls, his fingers digging into my hips.
I moan as he reaches around, his thumb finding my clit. The dual sensations—his cock filling me completely while his finger tracing tight circles against my swollen flesh—send sparks of electricity radiating through my body.
“I can feel how close you are,” he says. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight.”
The pressure builds inside me—different from before, more intense, like a wave gathering strength before it crashes againstthe shore. My thighs begin to shake, my breath coming in sharp, desperate pants.
“Vane,” I gasp, feeling something unfamiliar yet incredible building. “Something's happening—I can't?—”
“Let go,” he commands, pressing harder against my clit. “Give it to me. Show everyone what I do to you.”
Just as I teeter on the edge, Vane suddenly pulls out completely. The loss makes me cry out in desperation, but he's still working my clit with his fingers, and slidding another inside me to press against a spot that makes my vision blur.
“Now,” he demands. “Come for me now.”
The pressure explodes outward, and I moan as liquid gushes from me in an arc that spatters across the mirrored dais. The release is so powerful, so overwhelming that I can't control the sounds tearing from my throat.
“Fuck yes,” Vane growls, his eyes wild with desire as he watches my release splash across the platform. “That's it, wildflower. Show them all what I do to you.”
Before the waves of pleasure even begin to subside, he slams back into me with brutal force, his cock filling the emptiness in one powerful thrust.
“Mine,” he snarls, his pace relentless as he fucks me through the aftershocks.
The pleasure from my first release barely begins to ebb before I feel another wave building inside me. My body, still suspended in the emerald ropes, responds to Vane's relentless pace as if it belongs to him—which, in this moment, it absolutely does.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my inner walls clenching around him. “Vane, I'm going to?—”
Before I can finish my sentence, the second orgasm crashes through me, even more powerful than the first. My body shudders in the ropes as another gush of liquid floods from me,drenching his cock as he continues to pound into me. The sound of wetness fills the air as my release covers him, dripping down onto the platform below.
