Page 70 of Shield

I smile in the dark and keep my voice low. “You’re right, kitten. Everything you said is true. I also put cameras in your house and at work, tapped into cameras around the city to follow you, and had a tracker embedded in your shoulder. All to make sure you were safe always.”

“What the fuck, Matti?! A fucking trackerembedded—”

I squeeze her throat tighter, cutting her off, almost cutting off her air, then lick the side of her neck slowly until my mouth is next to her ear. “Get used to it, Siena. You are mine, which means your safety, your life is my responsibility as is knowing every single fucking thing there is to know about you. I’ll never stop doing any of it. But if you want to get fucked, kitten, all you have to do is ask.”

A little scream of frustration bubbles out, and I release her throat to clamp my hand over her mouth.

Pressing in against her, I feel the trembling in her body, the heat of her skin under my hands. The utter darkness, the ticking time clock, her soft curves—it all makes my cock painfully hard even though I came inside her an hour ago. Fuck, my cum is probably dripping out of her as we speak.

“You want me to take out your butt plug, kitten?” I growl, lifting my hand off her mouth just enough so that she can respond.

“Matti, what the fuck? You can’t just embed a fucking tracker in someone and stalk them all over town.” She’s angry but a shiver runs through her as I drag the back of my knuckles over her silk-covered tits.

I turn her around roughly, pressing her face into the velvet covered wall, my hands locking onto her hips, pulling her against me. In her heels, her ass is perfectly positioned to get fucked.

“Yes, I can, Siena, and it fucking stays where it is. You are mine. This pussy is mine. Those amazing tits, your soft mouth, your ass? All mine. You have been mine from the first time I saw you, and that will never change.”

In the dark, I unzip the back of her skirt, hook my fingers into the waist band and slide it down her hips, leaving only her thin stockings in place over her thong. A shiver runs through her.

“Matti, don’t…”

“Don’t what, kitten? Don’t fuck your ass and show you who you belong to?”

My mouth is next to her ear, and she turns her head slightly, my breath fanning across her cheek. “Matti, please. What if we get caught?” She sounds excited by the prospect, not scared.

I slide my hand between her legs, fingers brushing damp fabric. It’s not just me dripping out of her from earlier—she’s soaked. My cock pulses as she whimpers.

“You don’t like the idea of getting caught, do you, kitten? You know no one is allowed to see you like this but me,” I growl.

The thought of anyone seeing her wet and dripping, her body ready to be fucked, has rage ripping through me. I grind my knuckles against her clit through her stockings, and she gasps.

“No, I don’t want to actually get caught. But…” Her voice is breathy, trembling as I pinch her pulsing hot clit through the soaked fabric.

I still my fingers. “But what?”

She turns her face toward me more, her lips brushing against mine. “But I like the idea of people knowing you own me. Knowing that I’m yours.”

Holy fuck.

I slam my mouth against hers, claiming her lips, devouring her tongue as I run my hands over her silk-covered ass.

Picturing her wide, dilated eyes, I dig my fingers in, grab the fabric of her stockings and tear them open.

Siena gasps against my mouth and rolls her hips against my hard cock in the dark.

The darkness is frustrating and hot as fuck at the same time. I’m desperate to see my kitten unravel, want to see my cock sink into her ass balls deep for the first time.

But I know her so well, I can easily picture the way she bites her lip when she’s turned on, the way her eyes widen when I push inside her. And the darkness heightens every other sense.

“Shhhh….” I breathe into her mouth and rip her thong, tugging on the bottom bit of fabric so that it slides between her wet pussy lips and rubs against her clit.

She moans, and I gently twist the butt plug enough to make her shudder. Her knees almost buckle. Fuck, she’s so wet.

“Matti…”

“Yes, kitten?” I whisper. She pushes her ass back against me, and I run my hand up the back of her silky blouse and unclip her hair. It tumbles down her back, and I wind it around my hand, pulling her head back, feeling down the arch of her neck with my mouth, biting down where her pulse thunders out of control.

“I want you to make me come,” she breathes, grinding her clit against my knuckles as I rub in slow circles.

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