Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,54

I touch a certain spot, so I’m guessing she’s lying.

I spank her again.

“What did I just say? Don’t lie.”

“Sorry; yes, it does.” She clears her throat.

“Good. It’s supposed to. That means you’re finally learning not to be defiant.”

I rub her painful skin until she’s relaxed, and then I lower my hand all the way down her legs, stroking her softly. My cock begins to twitch in my pants at the sight of her pussy, which is begging me to touch it. I can clearly see the wetness glistening in her tiny hole, making me bite my lip ring.

“Hmm … I spy, I spy … a wet pussy.” A half laugh, half groan escapes from my mouth as my finger slides just past her slickness causing her to sway to the side my finger is.

“Oh … you like that now?” I muse.

“No …” she mutters.

I slap her hard, and a moan hitches in her throat. “I mean, yes.”

“Yes, indeed …” I say, grinning. “Do you feel that, Princess?” With one finger, I touch her entrance and cause her to gasp. “Your body wants this.”

She shakes her head but keeps her lips sealed.

“You can deny it all you want, but I can see you shaking with need. You want my finger here.” I push inside, feeling her wet flesh surround me for the first time in years, and fuck … it feels amazing.

“Oh …” she moans.

“Yes,” I growl, teasing her pussy with my finger. “You want this.”

“No …” she murmurs.

“Keep telling yourself that, and you might actually start believing it,” I muse.

I stroke her slit with my thumb, which is getting wetter by the second. “Wet already, Princess? Not so proper now, are we?”

She groans, but no words come out. I suspect she’s still fighting the urge to enjoy this, which is good. It’s exactly what I want. Her to feel vulnerable, punished, and humiliated. This is exactly the kind of fate that she deserves after seducing me all those years ago. This is the pain she needs.

“So bad, Princess, so bad. Your pussy wants to be fucked so badly.” I smear her wetness all over her pussy. “Do you like being bad?”

“No,” she huffs, her hands trembling with need.

I slap her ass, making her bounce up and down on the top of the cage. “Ow!” she says.

“That’s what you get for lying.”

“Fine, I like being bad. I’ll just say whatever you want to hear. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“No, I want to hear the truth!” I say, and then I stick a whole finger into her pussy.

Her moan is so loud that it makes my cock push against my pants, eager to pump some sense into her.

“Holy shit,” she murmurs as I start to thrust in and out of her pussy, my finger coated in slickness.

“See? It’s not that hard to admit it.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she mutters.

I laugh. “Keep that fakery up, Princess. It’ll only make me want to punish you more.”

I push in another finger and fuck her hard and fast, causing her to shiver. Goosebumps cover her skin, and her breath comes in short gasps. I can feel her muscles contracting, so I take out my finger right before she explodes.

“Ah …” she moans. “Why did you stop?”

I slap her other ass cheek. “Don’t fucking ask questions you don’t deserve to ask.”

“Isn’t this what you want? To humiliate me? Well, you succeeded all right.”

I smirk. “You wish that was the only thing on my mind. No, I have much more planned, but first, I’m going to enjoy the soft flesh of your pussy. Now tell me, Vanessa, what is it that you want me to do?”

She turns her head toward me, frowning. “What? Why are you asking me?”

I smile at her. “Simple. Who gets to live or die? You know what I want, but are you willing to go there?”

She swallows, visibly shaken. She blinks and takes a few breaths. “I want … you to fuck me.”

I narrow my eyes, gazing into hers with equal passion … a passionate hatred. It shoots from her eyes like arrows directed straight to my heart. Too bad mine was ripped out long ago.

“Good choice, sweet cheeks,” I say. “Finally making the right decisions, I see.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she says.

“Such a potty mouth, too,” I muse, licking my lips.

“Just for you,” she scoffs.

I grin, bringing my finger to my lips to taste her sweetness. I can’t help but groan when I taste her on my tongue. She tastes just like I remember