Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,57
I blow out my cum right inside her pussy, pushing deeper with every jet. I want her to feel it; I want her to experience the depth of my ownership over her body.
Halfway through my orgasm, I pull out, rip the condom off, and spurt the last bit of my seed all over her ass, marking her as mine.
“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, blowing out big breaths.
I feel completely wasted. I’m utterly destroyed from that powerful fuck. Goddamn, every fuck should be like that.
I slap her ass one final time before getting up. Bringing the belt, I walk to the front of her cage, where she’s leaning on her hands, her mouth hanging open, saliva almost dropping out.
“I fucked you really bad, didn’t I?” I muse, wiping her mouth with my index finger. “Such a dirty Princess.”
“Your fault,” she jests, which makes me laugh.
“I just can’t help myself. Whenever I see you, I just want to make you fucking filthy because that’s what you deserve.” Smiling, I wrap the long end of the belt around the bars of the cage and tie her up, forcing her to remain up, even though her legs are trembling.
“Don’t you fucking move,” I say. “And if you even dare to touch this thing wrapped around your neck, I’ll make sure you won’t have any fingers left to pry it off with.”
She swallows again, her cheeks stained red from embarrassment and desire.
I grab her chin and make her purse her lips. She looks so goddamn pretty, even when royally fucked. Then I get up, grab my jeans, put them on, and walk toward the door.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Not your concern.”
“Are you just going to leave me here, naked?”
I turn around and cock my head. “What else did you have in mind?”
She laughs, but it’s more of a shocked laugh than a joyful one. “Well, how about letting me shower or something?”
“Or something …” I nod. “Tell you what. You can shower … if you can ask for it.”
“What?” she makes a face.
“Beg.”
She frowns, her titties swaying back and forth, as she leans as far as she can with that leash, trying to look up at me.
It takes her a while to part her lips. “Please … can I shower?”
The way she says ‘please’ makes goosebumps scatter all over my skin. Riveting.
“I didn’t quite hear that right,” I say, tilting my head.
She rolls her eyes. “Please, can I take a shower now?”
“Hmm …” I walk toward her, bending over so I can lift her chin. It makes her gasp for air with the belt holding her back. “Say that again,” I whisper, holding my ear close to her mouth.
“Please …” she gurgles.
“You want to shower?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “And what makes you think I’ll let you?”
She coughs, clearly struggling. “Because … you’re kind.”
“Me? Kind?” I repeat.
She nods, still shaken, but I can tell that she’s faking it.
This isn’t about showering.
This isn’t about me being nice.
This is about her trying to manipulate me into doing what she wants. Even now, after fucking her senseless, she’s still trying to put on a show.
I frown, staring into her eyes. A burning feeling boils deep inside me, my black soul fueling the fire. “I’ll make you wish you hadn’t said that.”
Within minutes, I have the cage cracked open, her leash undone, and I pull her limp, naked body out the cage. Hauling her by the belt, I growl, “You’re coming with me.”
CHAPTER 17
VANESSA
He drags me across the attic by the belt, stopping halfway to grab something from his bag.
“Now you’ve gone and done it, Princess,” he growls.
“Stop!” I gurgle, pulling on the belt around my neck. It fastens around my skin, choking me to the point of being unable to speak. He hauls me so roughly that I’m afraid I might lose consciousness if I don’t get this off soon, so I claw at the leather until my nails start to bleed.
“Fighting will only make it hurt more,” he says, opening the door.
Right before we reach the stairs, he picks me up from the floor and throws me over his shoulder. I use the opportunity to slam my fists into his back.
“Put me down!” I yell, punching him as hard as I can.
“Not a chance in hell, sweet cheeks,” he says, taking me down one flight of stairs.
That’s when I hear the screeches coming from a closet in the hallway.
“Paige?” I scream.
She squeals, but something is preventing her from speaking. Something muffles her voice. He must’ve stuffed