Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,31
to the other strap holding up my dress and cuts through it like butter. The sides drape down my shoulders, barely covering my breasts as I wrap my arms around my waist to keep it from falling down.
“Did I say you could move your hands there?” He shakes his head. “No. Keep them down. There.” The knife points at my panties, which are exposed now.
“What?” I ask. “You want me to …?”
“I want you to touch yourself.”
With furrowed brows, I say, “No.”
“Did you forget our little agreement already?” he says.
“I didn’t, but you’re asking me to … to …” I sniff, taking in some much-needed air. I can’t believe it’s come to this. Sex or pain. Who could ever choose between the two?
“To what?” he says. “Play with yourself? Fuck your own pussy? Show me your face when you come?”
His hand suddenly comes past the bars and rips down the remaining shreds of dress, exposing my bare breasts. I never wear a bra underneath this dress, but now I wish I did.
The devilish smile that briefly appears on his face as he gazes down toward my chest makes my body heat up. I hate that feeling, and I refuse to acknowledge it.
“Very nice …” he murmurs, which makes my skin turn red. “Still as pretty as ever, I see.”
“Don’t do this …” I say.
“Why not? Don’t tell me that you don’t want this because I know that’s a lie. You certainly didn’t object to it back at that party about four years ago. Or did you forget?” he asks, his fingers circling my breasts, taunting me.
“I didn’t forget, but that was different. I wasn’t in a cage, and I didn’t know you were going to kill my husband.”
“That only makes it kinkier, not unwanted,” he muses, his finger reaching the tip of my nipple, which hardens under his touch. “You can say all you want, but I know your body. I know your mind. I know everything about you, and I know that you like it rough. This prison doesn’t make you want me less. I bet that you were actually secretly hoping for me to do this …” With his thumb and index finger, he pinches my nipple and I bite on my cheek to prevent a moan from spilling out. He seems to enjoy it. With his other hand, he holds the knife close to my other nipple, pushing the tip into my flesh, but not far enough to puncture it. “Instead of that.”
Grinding my teeth, I refuse to let him provoke me, so I keep quiet and wait for his commands, as it’s seemingly the only way to keep him from hurting me. I know what he wants, but I’m not going to give it to him by myself. He’ll have to work for it.
“Hmm … quiet and obedient. I have to say, I kind of like it this way, Princess.”
“My name is Vanessa,” I say.
He suddenly tugs on my nipple, causing me to gasp. “I’ll call you whatever I want, spoiled little Princess. Don’t think you didn’t earn that name because you are a fucking brat and you know it.”
“Fine, call me whatever you want. I don’t care,” I sneer.
“Sure, you do,” he jests. “You just hate having to give in to someone. Except, this time, you have no choice, which makes you even more uncomfortable than normal. But I know how to play your strings, Princess, and this is exactly what you want.”
He lets go of my nipple, which burns like hell from his touch. The knife exits the cage, and with his finger, he tips up my chin. “Now, where’s that hand?”
CHAPTER 10
VANESSA
With my lips slammed together, I bring my hand down between my legs and start rubbing myself through the fabric. It feels wrong and dirty, but this is what he wants, so this is what he’ll get. I feel shameful for doing it, but if I have to choose between this and pain, I’ll pick this any time.
He leans back and cocks his head, only to bring the knife back into the cage. I flinch as it hovers close to my panties. He stares intently into my eyes as he grabs the side and tucks the knife underneath. “Don’t move.”
And then he rips it apart, pulling it out with him. My hand cups my privates, the sudden nakedness making me self-conscious. Licking his lips in the most seductive way, he brings my panties to his nose and sniffs hard.
“Fuck.” He throws them