Page 14 of Stalker

When he lifted me from my heels, I was certain I was going to lose my mind. I fought to unbutton his shirt, but he shoved my arms away. When I tried again, whining in protest, he stopped long enough to grab his tie, jerking it from around the collar of his shirt.

There was no talking as he yanked my arms out in front of me, wrapping the silk around both wrists. It took him only a few seconds. All I could think about was that this man knew what he was doing. Another reason my excitement remained high.

When I could no longer control my actions, he dropped to the floor, spreading my legs wide, bending them as he placed them around his shoulders.

Holy shit. The moment his hot breath was splashed across my aching pussy, I did my best to bite back a yelp but failed.

“Oh, what… What are you doing?”

“I’m thirsty, Lady Butterfly.” He buried his face in my wetness and I knew I’d fallen into some perfect fantasy. “A much better name for someone so elegant.”

His hands were so strong, his fingers digging into my skin, and I pointed my toes in response. It had been so long since a man had feasted on me, I remained somewhat embarrassed. I was a grown woman, yet was almost ashamed a man was pleasuring me this way.

But it felt so damn good.

I was able to rub my fingers in his thick hair, marveling at how soft it felt. He didn’t seem bothered I was fucking with him as he licked me furiously. When he drove at least two fingers along with his tongue past my tight channel, I couldn’t move any longer. His passion had sapped all my energy.

I lost all track of time as he learned every sound and moan I could make, going slower then driving me harder until I was at the brink of ecstasy. The man was torturing me, allowing me to rush close to the edge and pulling back.

There was no controlling my body’s reaction. He’d played every muscle like a fiddle and without advance warning, a powerful orgasm swept through me. I opened my mouth, willing myself to issue a silent scream. The last thing I wanted was for the neighbors to call the police.

That wouldn’t look good in the morning.

I bit back a laugh as he continued licking me as furiously as when he’d consumed my mouth. I was still riding the high when he rose to his full height.

To my delight, he unbuttoned his sleeves slowly enough I was able to blink until I could focus. I needed to see the man in all his glory. When he finally yanked the shirt over his head, I heard my gasp before I realized what I’d done.

He was without a doubt the hottest man I’d ever seen. He was so ripped, I was able to clearly see every muscle. No man was supposed to be so well defined. The ink I’d seen on his neck extended down his chest. And even though I couldn’t make out what his art depicted, I knew it was hot.

I licked my lips in appreciation seconds before he tossed me over his shoulder. I felt like a ragdoll in comparison to how huge he was. It was almost as if he’d been inside my condo before, heading up the stairs and directly to my bedroom. I cringed when remembering my normal neat and tidy self had been on vacation that morning since I’d woken up late.

The bed was unmade, my robe tossed in the middle. Even the closet door was open. When he turned on a light by the bed, I struggled to escape his hold. Instead of allowing that to happen, he tossed me onto the middle of the rolled-up comforter.

And to my horror, he picked up the book I was reading that I’d left on the nightstand.

For the first time since I’d met the man, he grinned. It wasn’t a subtle grin either. It was a knowing one since I was reading a very dark BDSM romance. The heat wasn’t just covering my face in embarrassment. It was sliding down my neck to my chest.

He tossed it aside and turned toward me. There was a darker look in his eyes as if seeing what I liked to read had unlocked something dark in him.

When he unfastened his belt, I scrambled to the back of the bed, but with my hands tied, I fumbled more than anything. He quickly grabbed one ankle, dragging me to the edge of the bed. As if I weighed nothing, he flipped me over onto my stomach. Somehow, I managed to crawl onto all fours, but he used that against me.

I suddenly felt his huge palm smack across my backside. It hurt like hell and I was momentarily stunned. When he did it again, I was jarred back into reality.

“Oh, fuck,” I managed and tried to free myself, but his hold was too strong.

He was certainly intent on keeping me in line, delivering four more cracks of his hand with such ferocity, I knew there’d be handprints left for me to gawk at in the morning. I suddenly didn’t care although I continued clawing forward, only to be jerked backward once again.

The smacks became even harder, the sound louder than I ever thought they’d be. But then again, I knew nothing about a man disciplining a woman. This was… Amazing.

Pain had morphed into a moment of rapture, and I struggled more. He didn’t disappoint me, increasing his control and the force of his hand every time I moved away. Finally, he gripped my hair hard, punishing my ass and thighs until I had no fight left in me. As soon as he stopped issuing one smack after the other, I fell onto the bed face first, taking gasping breaths. There was such intensity about the man in everything he did that he’d managed to steal my breath once again.

I heard rustling and struggled to roll over. My efforts were rewarded when I was able to bask in the complete beauty of his body.

Every part of him was chiseled to perfection. There wasn’t an inch of fat on the man anywhere. His arms were huge, his thighs bigger than my waist or so it seemed. I almost giggled like some stupid girl when I allowed my gaze to fall onto his cock.

His shaft was a creation of perfection. I could compare him to a Greek god, but that wouldn’t be good enough. I didn’t have any additional time to revel in his stunning looks before he climbed onto the bed. There was no discussion about how this would be handled, no talk about anything at all before he spread my legs and leaned over.

But he did shake his head slowly as he allowed his heated gaze to fall. I could tell what he was thinking and how he was planning on devouring me. I longed to run my fingers over his pecs, touching every part of him. I also wanted nothing more than to stroke his cock, but he was in full control.

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