Stalker (The Company Book 3)

With my lips slammed together, I bring my hand down between my legs and start rubbing myself through the fabric. It feels wrong and dirty, but this is what he wants, so this is what he’ll get. I feel shameful for doing it, but if I have to choose between this and pain, I’ll pick this any time.

He leans back and cocks his head, only to bring the knife back into the cage. I flinch as it hovers close to my panties. He stares intently into my eyes as he grabs the side and tucks the knife underneath. “Don’t move.”

And then he rips it apart, pulling it out with him. My hand cups my privates, the sudden nakedness making me self-conscious. Licking his lips in the most seductive way, he brings my panties to his nose and sniffs hard.

“Fuck.” He throws them to the side. “I remember that smell. Nothing excites me more.” His eyes linger on my cupped pussy. “Spread your legs.”

“I can’t,” I say, pointing at the metal that’s surrounding me. “Bars, remember?”

“Tsk … Bad start, Princess. You have enough room to put your feet on the floor, bend your knees, and spread. No need to have your legs on the floor.”

He’s making me expose it all. Goddammit.

I slowly do what he wants, easing my way into position, as he stands up and looks down at me. I fear the knife in his hand, which could come striking down at any moment when he’s bored with me. It means I have to keep him entertained to live. I have no other choice.

“C’mon. Rub that pussy for me. Show me what you got,” he muses, cocking his head.

Sighing, I lower my fingers and start toying with my own clit. His eyes spark up as he watches me do it, his tongue darting out to lick the bottom part of his lip.

“Play with yourself, Princess. Make that pussy wet for me,” he says, stepping back even further, as if he’s admiring a tiger in the zoo. But this tigress isn’t behind a thick glass, and she’s not afraid to strike out if the time is right.

As I toy with myself, Phoenix grabs a chair and positions it a little further away from the cage so he has a full frontal view. He bites his lip while watching me, and I can’t help but feel a little rosy from it. That and the fact that I’m pleasuring myself makes it hard for me to concentrate on the task at hand. I don’t want to enjoy it, but it’s hard not to. My body always responds to my touch because it was trained that way. When I was still married to Phillip, this is the only thing I could do to give myself what I needed because he wouldn’t. So now, I immediately feel the urge to come whenever I pleasure myself, even when I don’t want to.

But I know Phoenix wants me to.

I can see it from the horny look in his eyes, and the way he’s touching himself through his jeans.

After a few seconds, the button of his jeans pop, his zipper lowers, and his pants and boxer briefs come down. The elastic band has trouble sliding down over his cock, which is massive. When it pops out in full glory, I have to swallow down my saliva. There’s a piercing going horizontally through the head of his cock. I feel bad for looking at it, especially when my clit begins to thump.

“What’s the matter, Princess? Like what you see?” His gruff voice has my body shaking with need.

Goddammit, I hate that he always has this effect on me. He can make me want things I thought I could do without. The way he touches the knob of the piercing, circling it with his thumb, makes me wet my lips. When a hiss comes out of his mouth, I almost explode right there and then.

“Ah-ah, Princess. Don’t come just yet,” he muses, biting his lip. “But don’t you stop teasing yourself either or I’ll come and play with you myself.”

He seems highly amused by all of this, which pisses me off, but I continue nonetheless. The more excited I get, the easier it becomes. With one hand, he’s stroking his cock, while he uses the knife with his other hand to etch into the armrest of the chair. The wood curls and drifts to the floor as he jerks off faster and faster, licking his lips at the sight of me. My lips quiver as I’m on the verge of coming, but I don’t allow myself to. I don’t want to, even though my body is shaking with need.

“That’s it, Princess. Fuck, I’m so hard right now,” he growls, his cock bouncing up and down.

I try to control my pleasure, try to ignore it, but it’s impossible. “I can’t … please,” I mumble.

“What?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “You wanna come?”

“Yes, oh god, yes,” I moan.

Shit. From the wretched smile on his face, I can tell he loved hearing that. Goddammit.

Suddenly, he says, “Stop.”

My fingers lay restless on top of my pussy, my heart beating in my throat, pumping blood toward that one region. I can’t think of anything else but coming right now, and there he is, making me stop out of nowhere.

Why? And why in heaven’s name do I listen?

“Good little Princess,” he says, and then he gets up from the chair. “Time to join in on the fun.”

“What?” I exclaim. “That isn’t part of—”

“Part of what? Agreement?” He laughs. “There’s only what I want and what you will do, and those two will always match.”

Kicking off his pants and boxer shorts, he walks up to my cage butt naked and sits down on his knees. “You’re going to pleasure yourself in front of me, and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy myself,” he says with a smirk.

Sighing, but not responding because I won’t give him that satisfaction, I start toying with my pussy again. It’s still sensitive to the point of erupting within a few seconds, but now that he’s up close and personal, it feels more wrong than ever. It’s like he’s invading my privacy, probably to make me uncomfortable as part of his punishment. Bah. I hate it. And yet I can’t stop myself from flicking my nub, overly aroused.

“That’s it, Princess,” he says, stroking his erection, which is pointed straight at me. “Let me see that pretty face.” He smiles as I raise my head. “All red from excitement. Pucker those lips for me.”

I do as he says, and he immediately grasps my face and pulls me closer, pressing his lips onto mine.

Oh, fuck.

His kiss is intense, exploding my mind into little bits of delirium as I lose the fight with myself and with him. His lips explore mine eagerly, his tongue probing the rim to gain entry. He sucks on my bottom lip, feverishly kissing me. Moans escape my mouth as his tongue latches onto mine in a furious battle of wills. My lips seek his and take his kisses with need. Everything feels out of control, out of balance. I can’t stop, and I don’t want to anymore. Even if it’s wrong, even if I hate him for doing this to me, and even if he hates me to his core. My body shivers with excitement as I hear him groan, licking my lips while he jerks himself off in front of me. Everything about this, us, is wrong … but oh, does it feel good.

When he takes his lips off me, I don’t even know where I am anymore. My brain is fried. All I can think of is feeling his lips again.

He muffles a laugh. “So eager for more.”

Suddenly, he pinches my nipple. My eyes flash open, and a squeal leaves my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I yell.

“Don’t stop rubbing that pussy, Princess,” he says. “Or your pain will be far worse than this.”

Dammit. I try to ignore the pain, but the pulsing in my pussy is too strong, and it’s almost impossible. He’s pinching so hard; the heat of it shoots straight through my body.

“Painful?” he asks. “Good.”

“Why?” I growl, watching him jerk his cock even faster.

“Because I love to see your pain,” he says. “You should’ve remembered that.”

“Oh, fuck you …” I mutter, still toying with myself.

“Oh, yes …” he groans. “But first, you’re going to come.”

“What? Not like this,” I say. “It hurts.”

“Yes, like this,” he says, tugging my nipple until my breast reaches all the way through the bars.

I hiss from the pain. “Fine.”

“Good. I like to have things my way,” he muses. “Make that pussy come. Bite through the pain, Princess.”

I groan, trying to concentrate on my pleasure, but the pain and him being so close makes it hard. I feel his hot breath on my skin as he keeps me close just by pulling my nipple, making sure that I can’t go anywhere but closer to him. He’s watching me intently, the veins in his cock growing thicker with each passing second. Pre-cum drips from the tip, coating his length with a glistening slickness. Looking at it helps, even though I don’t want it to. I’m on the verge of coming, when he suddenly switches nipples, tugging on the other just when I’m finding my release.

“Come now,” he growls.

“Fuck!” I scream, out of both pain and pleasure. Ecstasy bursts through my body, my nipple still sizzling as I fall apart completely. My body shakes, and when I open my eyes, I find that Phoenix’s body is rocking, too.

“Fuck yeah, I’m going to cover you in my cum.”

He bucks his hips, tightening his muscles and gripping the base of his penis. A loud roar rolls over his tongue and then he shoots his load all over my breasts. As he comes, he tugs on my nipple so hard that my body lowers itself, leaning closer to his cock. The spurts keep coming as he aims for my face, surprising me with cum.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he says, roughly pulling on my nipple.

His cum shoots into my mouth, making me gag as it drips from the roof of my mouth onto my tongue. I can taste his saltiness as he squirts it all over my face and my mouth. Five spurts, and then he’s finally spent, and I’m covered in his seed.

Panting, he slaps my breast, making me squeal. “Swallow it.”

I make a face, which makes his eyes go from pleased into complete burning rage. “Do it!”

I don’t think twice, swallowing his cum down, further prolonging the taste in my mouth. And the worst part of it all is that I don’t mind tasting him. He tastes just like he used to, just how I liked it. Goddammit.

“Good Princess,” he muses with a smile like the devil himself.

He wipes the remaining cum from his cock on my cheek and gets up on his feet. I feel disgusting, dirty, and worst of all, more humiliated than I’ve ever felt. I guess that’s what he wanted all along.

He walks back to the chair and puts his jeans back on, tucking everything in as if nothing ever happened. And I’m sitting here with my ripped dress and his stickiness slapped all over my face and breasts.

When he walks toward the door, I say, “Where are you going?”

He briefly glances over his shoulder. “You’d like to know that … wouldn’t you?”

God, I hate him for mocking me, which is why he’s doing it in the first place. And, dammit, it’s working because I’m pissed off.

“You can’t leave me,” I say. “Not like this.”

“Hmm … why? Can’t handle a little cum?” he says, opening the door.

“I’m filthy,” I say.

“Exactly,” he says, the smirk still visible on his face. “Not so pretty anymore, are you? Now you’re just as filthy as me.”

And then he slams the door closed behind him.