Page 156 of X Marks the Stalker
“Yes,” I gasp, pushing back toward him. “Again.”
His hand comes down a second time, harder than before. The plug shifts inside me, pressing against sensitive nerves I didn’t know existed. Another moan tears from my throat as my fingers clutch at the sheets.
“My turn,” he growls, reaching for his desk drawer. He pulls out a handful of black data cables, the kind used for computer equipment. “On your back. Hands above your head.”
I comply, heat flooding through me as he binds my wrists to the headboard. The nylon cords are smooth against my skin as he secures them with perfect tension—tight enough to hold, loose enough not to hurt.
“Look at you,” he says, eyes raking over my body as he spreads my legs wide. “Bound and plugged and wet for me.”
His fingers trace up my inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where I need him most. I arch against the restraints, desperate for contact.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please what?” He leans down.
“Take me.”
His smile is predatory as he settles between my thighs. “With pleasure.”
The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out, pleasure shooting through me like lightning. He devours me with methodical precision, circling my clit before dipping lower, then repeating the pattern with maddening control. All the while, his fingers play with the plug, twisting it gently, sending dual sensations spiraling through my body.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs against me, the vibration of his words adding another layer of sensation.
I pull against the cables, finding them effective as restraints. The more I struggle, the more he intensifies his assault, using his tongue and fingers to push me higher.
“Xander,” I gasp, the pressure building.
“I know,” he says, sliding two fingers inside me while his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit. “I can feel how close you are.”
The dual stimulation of his fingers inside me and the plug stretching me open is overwhelming. I’m racing toward the edge, unable to escape the sensations.
Xander’s fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot that makes my vision blur. The pressure builds, his touch relentless as he works me higher. My hips buck against his hand.
“Come for me, my love,” he commands, his voice vibrating against my clit.
His fingers press deeper, pushing me past the point of no return. My entire body convulses as the orgasm crashes through me, wave after unstoppable wave.
“Xander!” I scream his name, back arching off the bed, wrists straining against the cables. My inner muscles clamp around his fingers in rhythmic pulses as I ride out the climax, each contraction more intense than the last.
I thrash against the restraints, unable to escape the overwhelming pleasure as he maintains the perfect pressure, drawing out my release until I’m gasping for air, trembling uncontrollably.
I’m shaking all over, my body still clenching in waves ofpleasure that won’t stop. Every nerve ending fires, leaving me gasping for air against the mattress.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now.”
I’m so spent that all I can do is whimper in response, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
Xander flips me onto my stomach with one fluid motion, the plug shifting inside me and sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. He hovers behind me, his breath hot against my skin. His large hands spread me open, thumbs digging into the flesh.
Cool air rushes across my exposed skin as he removes the plug. My body clenches around emptiness, desperate to be filled again.
The blunt head of his cock presses against me. Unyielding. Insistent. He pushes forward, stretching me open inch by agonizing inch.
“Fuck!” The word tears from my throat as he breaches me, the burning stretch nothing like the plug—hotter, more intense, alive and pulsing. My fingers claw at the sheets, back arching as my body struggles to accommodate him.
Xander stops, his breathing ragged. “Too much?”
I shake my head against the pillow, unable to form words. My body adjusts to the intrusion, the initial burn fading into a pleasurable fullness.
