Stalker

by Clarissa Wild

  He slides aside the plates and cutlery, making room for me to sit properly as he devours my mouth. I don’t know why he’s this lusty, but I’m not complaining one bit. I’d rather have this Phoenix than the murderous one. I suppose I’m not the only one having regrets. After all, we once were lovers. It’s hard not to fall into an old pattern.

  “Fuck, I wanna taste that sweetness of yours,” he murmurs, planting kisses all over my chest.

  He rips off the tiny pink crop top he bought for me, tearing it to pieces. Grabbing a handful of my breast, he puts his lips to it and sucks, hard. So hard, it makes me gasp out loud, and when he bites and tugs my nipple, I squeal from excitement.

  “You seem to like a little pain, Vanessa,” he muses, licking my sensitive nipple.

  “Well, I sure as hell don’t mind this,” I moan when he does the same to the other nipple.

  “Oh, do you now?” he says with a smirk as he looks up. “And here I thought you didn’t want me to use you as a fuck toy.”

  “I consider this the better option.”

  “Than?”

  I look down into his eyes. “Being killed.”

  “Oh.” He laughs. “There are many, many things I want to do to you, Princess, and killing is still at the top of my list.”

  “Then why don’t you?” I ask.

  His brows furrow, and he stops to look me in the eyes, pulling my leash. But instead of answering, he presses his lips onto mine and kisses away the doubt I felt.

  Of course, he still wants to kill me. Who wouldn’t, after what I’ve done.

  He just can’t. Whatever is left of his heart won’t let him.

  ***

  PHOENIX

  Goddamn her and her infuriating nonstop questions.

  When I take my lips off hers, I want to dive back in. I tell myself that I shouldn’t—that she’s fucking bad for me, and that I’m fucking bad for her—but I just can’t fucking stay away. But every time she opens that damn mouth of hers, something comes out that reminds me of all the hatred I have stored inside, and it pisses me off.

  So I reach for a tablecloth and stuff it in her mouth. “Shut up and keep that in there.”

  She murmurs disapprovingly, but I ignore her sounds and continue to ravish her beautiful titties. Nothing like smashing your face into a couple of titties in the morning. The best way to start the day.

  I push her further onto the table, taking a handful of her beautiful tits just so I can squeeze them. Her moans don’t penetrate the cloth, but they sure as hell make my cock twitch. I don’t give a damn about what I’m actually supposed to be doing now that I have her in my clutches; all I want to do is fuck her day in and day out. It makes me think of all those years ago, when all I wanted was to be with her. The rest of the world could suck it for all I cared. Except it didn’t turn out that way, so I push the thought away.

  Instead, I push her skirt up and let my fingers slide up her thighs to her pussy, teasing her by brushing over it quickly. Her moans turn me on so much that I start licking and nibbling on her ear and biting her neck. Her excitement makes her spit out the cloth in her mouth, and I don’t give a fuck. I feel like an animal wanting to ravage her. I’m out of control, and I don’t give a fuck. Because I wanna fuck. Period. There’s nothing more to it.

  I throw everything off the table, not giving a shit where it ends up, as I hold her tight and kiss her deeply. I bury my tongue in her mouth, licking her with a fierceness that I’ve not experienced in a long while. With one hand I grip the soft flesh of her ass as I tease her pussy with the other, making her moan. I love the sounds she makes, and it makes me so horny that I grab her throat and push her down on the table. The frightened look in her eyes as I unbuckle my belt with one hand brings me chills, good chills. It’s such a rush; it feels like I’m on drugs as I take off the belt and wrap it around her hair like a scrunchie and then tie the belt to the table leg. I walk away and grab the kitchen wire she keeps in a drawer, and I tie them around her legs and then to the table. With her hands above her head, there’s really nowhere for her to go now. Her chest rises higher with each breath, and I can see her panicking.

  “Relax, Princess,” I say, letting my finger drift down her chest. “You’re going to like this.”

  She shakes her head and starts to jerk on the wires, which makes me reach for my knife. Her eyes widen at the sight of the blade lowering, touching her skin. The squeal that comes from her mouth the moment I slide it down her belly is exhilarating, almost like a climaxing to me.

  “Stay still, Princess,” I say. “This won’t hurt. Much.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “What? Make you bleed?”

  “No.”

  “You’ll like it, eventually,” I muse, leaning over her. “I’m sure of it.”

  “I don’t believe you,” she says with a ragged breath.

  I smile. “Then I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

  I use the knife as a marker, drawing a pattern without drawing blood. Her eyes anxiously follow the tip, as if she’s trying to prepare for something. The thing is that she’ll never know when it’s coming. That look on her face, priceless. So torturous, the way she’s unraveling bit by bit … it’s like food for my soul.

  Sweat trickles down her skin, and then when I let the tip puncture her skin just a tiny bit, she squeals. But I know it doesn’t hurt that much. I’ve tried this on myself plenty of times. Always have to know what the things I do to my victims feel like. Of course, the fear is taking over her sense of rationalizing. She’s letting it control her instead of experiencing it for what it is. Fear is excitement. Fear is a part of our souls. Fear makes us feel alive.

  And she should be grateful that she’s still alive.

  It’s all in my hands. With one slice, I could kill her right here, right now. But I don’t.

  Instead, I lean in and suckle the blood off her skin, kissing her softly, letting my tongue slide all across her belly.

  She squirms underneath me; her body arches to meet my mouth, but her mind is still focusing on the fear.

  “Stop thinking, Vanessa,” I say. “It’s not doing you any good right now.”

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “What does it look like?” I say, ripping off her skirt so I can see her pretty pussy. “I’m enjoying you to the fullest.”

  “By sucking my blood?”

  I frown, waving the knife in the air. “You know, you should really consider the fact that I could’ve killed you already. You might want to think about that as I gorge myself on your pussy.”

  She swallows. “What’s to say that you won’t kill me now?”

  I smile. “I just like seeing the fear in your eyes, Princess. Nothing more.” I bring the knife to my mouth and lick the blade. I can taste her blood, and my own, as the sharpness cuts through my own flesh, but I don’t care. I’m lost in ecstasy, living on the edge, wanting to jump off with her.

  She shivers, her lips quivering as I bring the knife down to her face. “C’mon sweet cheeks, smile for me,” I say.

  The right side of her lip curls up into a fake smile, which does not move me even one bit. Damn her; normally, she’s as fake as can be, able to perform without flaw, and now real emotions suddenly overcome her?

  Fuck her.

  I ram the knife into the table next to her head, causing her to close her eyes. “Look at me,” I say. “Open your eyes, Princess.”

  They peel open slowly. “Please … Phoenix.”

  “Please what? You don’t like it when I want to lick the blood from your skin? You should be flattered.”

  She shakes her head.

  “I don’t fucking believe you,” I snap, grabbing her pussy with one hand, which makes her jolt up. “I bet this pussy here will tell me the truth.”

  “No,” she says, still shaking.

  “What are you so afraid of?” I muse. “This knife? Blood? Pain? Death? What?”

  “You.”

  The way she
says it, without any doubt, takes me by surprise, and for a moment, I don’t know what to say. I thought she’d say pain, or even death, but instead, she says something that causes my heart to shrivel up and die. At least, it feels like that. Like my heart is burning a hole in her chest. That or her eyes. Either way, I’m fucked now. I started feeling something I shouldn’t have.

  I lean in to look her in the eyes. “Can’t you feel the excitement rushing through your body? The adrenaline pumping through your veins? Isn’t it so much better than the lifeless statue-like doll you’ve been these past few years?”

  “I …” she stutters. “I don’t know.”

  “Your heart does. And so does your pussy.” I slide my fingers along her slit, which is already warm and wet. “It craves the thrill. You crave life. Real life. Not the fake kind. The kind that could get you killed,” I whisper close to her ear. “And I’m gonna give it to you.”

  I back away, leaving her eyes full of fear and doubt as I stand up straight and focus my attention on her pussy. It’s all I know, all I can think of that will make her submit. That will make her stop thinking about all the things she thinks she wants and focus on the things she really desires. Me.

  It’s always been me.

  She doesn’t have to say it. I can see it in her eyes. I can taste it in her fear.

  She wants me … and I’m going to give her everything I have.

  CHAPTER 21

  PHOENIX

  I press a kiss to her belly, teasing her pussy by circling around it. She seems to be relaxing a bit, her eyes slowly closing, her breathing returning to normal. Her hands loosen around the cuffs, and the muscles in her legs relax as I slowly ease her into it. The knife next to her face serves as a reminder of what happens if she tries to defy me, and it’s keeping her on high alert. Good. I want her sweating and fearing, only for lust to take over completely, just as it should be.

  I bring my mouth closer to her pussy, lowering myself with care as I make a trail with my tongue. Her body rises up to meet my lips, desperate for more when I plant a kiss on top of her eager pussy.

  “Hmm … Your pussy is my breakfast,” I muse, licking up her wetness. “You taste so damn sweet, Princess. I could do this all day long.”

  She moans appreciatively, which makes me chuckle a little. Even when she tries to resist, it’s impossible. I know what her body needs to get off … and what her mind needs to get wicked with me. She craves the danger I’m pulling her into, and she can’t help but succumb to my touch.

  I smother her pussy with kisses and licks, making her squirm underneath me. I love the taste of her sweet wetness, which is practically dripping on the floor.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me,” I murmur against her skin. “Like it so much, Princess?”

  “Oh, god …” she mutters, biting her lip.

  I grin. “How’s this for a dessert?”

  I bury my face in her pussy and lick her until she starts to buck. The more I suck on her pretty little lips, the more she’s starting to get into it, moaning and gasping, getting my cock hard as a rock. It’s bursting out of my pants, hearing those sounds of hers. They’re making me crazy wild as I suckle on her clit, pushing her toward an orgasm. I want to taste it all and kiss her until she falls apart from my own fucking tongue. And even then, I’m not fucking done yet. I can’t fucking stop wanting to see her scrunch up the tablecloth, holding her breath in anticipation of what’s coming. I could do this forever; just fuck her until we’re both sated and there’s nothing left of us. No barriers, no boundaries, no lies, no nothing. Just us and sex. That’s it.

  “Oh, fuck.” She moans out loud, trying to catch her breath as I devour her pussy.

  “Yes, Princess?” I mumble, looking up at her face.

  She licks her lips. “Oh, god.”

  “Phoenix is good enough,” I say, smiling like a motherfucker.

  She doesn’t even react because she’s too busy biting her lip, enjoying my tongue. So, I stop.

  She looks up, angry like a motherfucking bear awakened from hibernation. “Why are you stopping?”

  I place a finger on her clit. “I stop whenever I want to, Princess. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you’d better remember it.”

  “But …”

  “But what?” I raise a brow.

  “It was …”

  “What?” When she doesn’t answer, I playfully slap her pussy, making her squeal and jolt up. “Say it!”

  “Good!” she yelps.

  “And what do we say, Princess?”

  “Please?”

  “Please what?”

  “Please continue?” she mutters, fluttering her eyes.

  I cock my head. “You know what I wanna hear.”

  “Please … can I come?”

  I smirk. “Good girl. See? It wasn’t that hard to admit.”

  I slap her pussy again, just to hear her scream. Fuck, I love it when she does that. Then I dive back in, ravishing her like never before. She’s moaning so loud that my cock almost bursts from my pants, wanting to thrust into her. But I want to see her come apart from my mouth first, and I want to taste her juices when she does.

  “Fuck, yes,” she moans, as I spread her legs, digging my fingers into her flesh.

  “C’mon, Princess. Come all over my face,” I say. “Let me taste that sweet fear.”

  “I’m coming, I’m coming!” she pants as I circle her clit until it starts to thump.

  I cup her ass with both hands, pushing her further into my mouth. “Yes! Fucking come now,” I growl, nibbling her clit.

  I can feel it pulsate, and her body convulses underneath me. I have to move one hand to hold her down as I lap her up, tasting all her wildness. I’m almost exploding in my pants. Fuck, this is so hot, watching her come all over my tongue. The things I can do to her amaze me, and it makes me want to keep doing them.

  When I look up, I spot a tear running down her cheek.

  “Are you crying, Princess?”

  “No, it’s just … the emotions,” she says, laughing it off. “Ignore me.”

  “No, I want to know why,” I say, putting my fists on the table, as I look her directly in the eyes.

  She hesitates for a moment. “Well … I’ve never …”

  “What?”

  “This …” Her cheeks turn red as a strawberry.

  I frown. “You mean nobody has ever licked your pussy?”

  She chuckles. “Yes, Arthur did once, but it wasn’t this good.”

  A smug smile appears on my face. “Well, damn. Did you just give me a compliment? That’s a first.”

  She turns her head away in shame. “No. Forget about it.”

  “Nuh-uh. I’m not letting you take that away.” I tap on my temple. “I’ll remember that for the rest of my life.” I laugh. “A fucking princess who’s never been royally licked. Well, that’s a first.”

  She rolls her eyes and sighs, but I know deep down she knows I’m right. I’m giving her everything she always wanted … everything she never had. She passed up on all of it, just because she married some cheating bastard. All for the money. And now look at her, begging for my tongue. I think I’ll go make her beg some more, just because I feel like it.

  I rip down my zipper and take off my pants and boxer shorts in one go, letting my cock spring free. Her eyes gorge on it, focusing on the barbell in the head. I like flaunting my assets.

  I pull her ass closer to me and slap her inner thighs. “Wider.”

  She parts her legs, allowing me entry. I’m not sure why she’s not protesting, but I don’t give a fuck, either. She’s probably learned to listen, so it’ll be over quicker. That and she’s probably starting to like what I do, even though she won’t admit it.

  I slide my cock into her wet pussy with ease. When I hit the bottom, my cock pulsates with need. Fuck, she feels so good without anything between us. Her wet flesh against my hard-on is like a dream come true. Fucking her without any restraints is what I’ve wanted all
this time.

  I thrust into her, holding her knees as I pull in and out, looking her in the eye while I take her pussy with force. Her eyes don’t break the contact, continuously gazing at me as I claim her. Her tongue quickly darts out to lick her lips, confirming my suspicion that she’s enjoying this. So I thrust a little deeper, causing her to moan.

  “Like it when I bury my cock in your pussy, Princess? Such a naughty girl, moaning like that.”

  “No,” she says.

  I slap the inside of her thigh, causing her to squeal. “Don’t lie to me.”

  “Fine, yes,” she says, coughing.

  “You would fuck me yourself if you had the opportunity.”

  “If I wasn’t chained up like an animal,” she sneers.

  “If you weren’t already being ravaged by an animal,” I add, thrusting in again so she’d moan out loud. “Face it, sweet cheeks. We’re both animals here.”

  She doesn’t respond, but another thrust has her gasping for air, so I know I’m right. She wants this as much as I do. And fuck, does it feel good to claim her pussy on the fucking kitchen table, no-holds-barred. I love that look on her face, as if she’s desperate for my cum. I guess she didn’t have to do much fucking in her previous relationship. Well, that’s over now. She has me, and I’m not fucking going anywhere anytime soon.

  She moans. “Fuck, I can’t … ah, I can’t hold it.”

  “Keep. It. Together,” I growl, thrusting into her with each syllable. “This is my pussy, got that? My fuck hole and I’ll be the one to decide when you’re coming.”

  “Yes!” she yelps, when I slap her inner thigh.

  Her muscles contract around my length, applying delicious pressure to it and making me groan. I fuck her hard and fast until my cock begins to thump, ready to blow its load. However, I’m not ready to come yet. Oh no, I want to feel her tongue wrap around my cock first. Maybe, if she begs hard enough, I’ll come inside her. Although I can’t promise that it won’t be in her throat.