Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,32
to the side. “I remember that smell. Nothing excites me more.” His eyes linger on my cupped pussy. “Spread your legs.”
“I can’t,” I say, pointing at the metal that’s surrounding me. “Bars, remember?”
“Tsk … Bad start, Princess. You have enough room to put your feet on the floor, bend your knees, and spread. No need to have your legs on the floor.”
He’s making me expose it all. Goddammit.
I slowly do what he wants, easing my way into position, as he stands up and looks down at me. I fear the knife in his hand, which could come striking down at any moment when he’s bored with me. It means I have to keep him entertained to live. I have no other choice.
“C’mon. Rub that pussy for me. Show me what you got,” he muses, cocking his head.
Sighing, I lower my fingers and start toying with my own clit. His eyes spark up as he watches me do it, his tongue darting out to lick the bottom part of his lip.
“Play with yourself, Princess. Make that pussy wet for me,” he says, stepping back even further, as if he’s admiring a tiger in the zoo. But this tigress isn’t behind a thick glass, and she’s not afraid to strike out if the time is right.
As I toy with myself, Phoenix grabs a chair and positions it a little further away from the cage so he has a full frontal view. He bites his lip while watching me, and I can’t help but feel a little rosy from it. That and the fact that I’m pleasuring myself makes it hard for me to concentrate on the task at hand. I don’t want to enjoy it, but it’s hard not to. My body always responds to my touch because it was trained that way. When I was still married to Phillip, this is the only thing I could do to give myself what I needed because he wouldn’t. So now, I immediately feel the urge to come whenever I pleasure myself, even when I don’t want to.
But I know Phoenix wants me to.
I can see it from the horny look in his eyes, and the way he’s touching himself through his jeans.
After a few seconds, the button of his jeans pop, his zipper lowers, and his pants and boxer briefs come down. The elastic band has trouble sliding down over his cock, which is massive. When it pops out in full glory, I have to swallow down my saliva. There’s a piercing going horizontally through the head of his cock. I feel bad for looking at it, especially when my clit begins to thump.
“What’s the matter, Princess? Like what you see?” His gruff voice has my body shaking with need.
Goddammit, I hate that he always has this effect on me. He can make me want things I thought I could do without. The way he touches the knob of the piercing, circling it with his thumb, makes me wet my lips. When a hiss comes out of his mouth, I almost explode right there and then.
“Ah-ah, Princess. Don’t come just yet,” he muses, biting his lip. “But don’t you stop teasing yourself either or I’ll come and play with you myself.”
He seems highly amused by all of this, which pisses me off, but I continue nonetheless. The more excited I get, the easier it becomes. With one hand, he’s stroking his cock, while he uses the knife with his other hand to etch into the armrest of the chair. The wood curls and drifts to the floor as he jerks off faster and faster, licking his lips at the sight of me. My lips quiver as I’m on the verge of coming, but I don’t allow myself to. I don’t want to, even though my body is shaking with need.
“That’s it, Princess. Fuck, I’m so hard right now,” he growls, his cock bouncing up and down.
I try to control my pleasure, try to ignore it, but it’s impossible. “I can’t … please,” I mumble.
“What?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “You wanna come?”
“Yes, oh god, yes,” I moan.
Shit. From the wretched smile on his face, I can tell he loved hearing that. Goddammit.
Suddenly, he says, “Stop.”
My fingers lay restless on top of my pussy, my heart beating in my throat, pumping blood toward that one region. I can’t think of anything else but coming right now, and there he is, making me stop out of nowhere.
Why? And why in heaven’s name do I listen?
“Good