Page 38 of Carnival Stalker

I dig in. The pasta is simple yet delicious, and I savor every bite. Phoenix watches me as I eat, his eyes hooded.

We eat silently, our forks clinking against the plates, filling the space between us. I try to focus on my food and taste each bite, but my mind keeps drifting to my captor.

“This is delicious,” I say between mouthfuls, breaking the silence. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He offers a small smile, and at that moment, I see a glimpse of the man behind the mask.

My heart skips a beat at the sight, and I quickly look down at my plate, unsure how to process this version of Phoenix. I’m drawn to him. That much is clear. But I’m also his captive, and that reality keeps me on edge.

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PHOENIX

Istand in the shadows, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Tilly’s face is relaxed as she lies there, utterly defenseless.

Earlier, I’d slipped something into her drink—just enough to make her compliant, to ensure she wouldn’t resist when I bound her to the bed. Now, she’s completely at my mercy.

I step closer, my eyes taking in the sight of her. She’s stunning, even in her vulnerability. Her chest is bare, her nipples hardening in the cool air. My fingers twitch as I fight the urge to touch her. Not yet.

I’ve placed a vibrator inside her and a butt plug, the first time she’s experienced that particular sensation. A smile stretches over my face as I imagine the pleasure that will soon rip through her.

Her eyelids flutter, and momentarily, I wonder if she’s waking. But then her breathing evens out again, deep and steady. I glance down at my hand, gripping my hardeningcock. She needs to wake up. Now. I need to see her reaction.

Reaching for the remote, I tap the button, and the vibrator comes to life. Tilly’s body jerks, her eyes snapping open as a strangled moan escapes her throat. For a moment, she looks confused and disoriented. Then, realization dawns, and her eyes widen.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Her voice is hoarse.

“Shh.” I step closer, my gaze holding her captive. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

The vibrator buzzes again, and she arches her back, a soft cry escaping her lips. Her cheeks blush a pretty pink, and I can see the conflict in her eyes—the desire warring with her need to regain control.

“Please...” she whispers, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure washes over her. “I can’t... stop it...”

I chuckle. “Why would you want me to stop it, Tilly? You like it. I can see it in your eyes.”

She swallows, her chest heaving. “I-I don’t...”

I lean closer. “Don’t lie to me. I know your body’s on fire right now. You want to come, don’t you?”

She nods hesitantly, her eyes closing as the vibrations wash over her.

“Say it,” I demand, my voice firm. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want...” she bites her lip, her cheeks flaming, “I want to come.”

“That’s my girl.” I step back, my thumb hovering over the remote.

I turn off the vibrator, and suddenly, the roomfills with silence as Tilly blinks at me, confusion and desire warring in her eyes. She opens her mouth, but before she can speak, I explain, “This is your punishment, Tilly. You tried to run away so you don’t get to come.”

“What? No, please!” Her voice is filled with desperation as she begs. “I won’t try to escape again, I promise.”

I tap the button on the remote for the butt plug, and Tilly’s eyes go wide, squealing while her body arches off the bed.

“Oh God!” she cries out, her hips writhing against the restraints. “Please, Phoenix, I’m sorry! Turn it off, please!”

Instead, I step closer, reaching out to trail my fingers lightly over her breasts, circling her nipples without quite touching them. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as her breath quickens.

“Say it again,” I murmur, leaning down so my lips barely brush her ear. “Say you’re sorry.”

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