Stalker (The Company Book 3)

I get back into the bathroom after about thirty minutes have passed. I checked up on the other girl I keep in the closet and she seems to look fine, apart from her screaming red face. As long as she’s still alive, I’ll have a bargaining chip, and it’ll make it all the more fun to play with Vanessa.

She’s shivering in the tub, her teeth clattering as she has trouble even looking up at me.

I cock my head. “Had a nice shower, Princess?”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she just shakes her head.

“I hope you had a chance to cool off,” I say, grinning. “Pun intended.”

“F-fuck. Y-you,” she mutters.

“You don’t look very clean yet, do you,” I muse, unbuttoning my pants again. “Let me help you with that.”

“What?”

“Oh, you don’t want to be clean?” I ask, taking off my pants. “And here I thought you were the ‘always prim and proper’ type of girl.”

“Yes,” she says.

“Well, there’s only one way to do that, and it requires a set of free hands.” I wave my hands in the air, smiling when she realizes what I’m going to do.

“Stay away from me,” she says.

Frowning, I ask, “Oh, Princess, do you really want to make a fuss about this?”

I step closer, and she yells, “Don’t touch me!”

“Or you’ll do what?” I muffle a laugh. “If you didn’t notice, you’re chained. I think I can pretty much do anything I want with you.”

The scared look on her face makes me feel all giddy inside. Her hair is completely messed up, her blond curls draping down her shoulders, no longer hiding the original brown hair at the roots. Shame she had to cover up who she really is.

“If you stay good, I might be a little nicer to you,” I muse, as I curl my fingers underneath my shirt and take it off.

The moment it drops to the floor, her eyes are practically glued to my skin. She’s eyeing my muscles, swallowing as her gaze glides over my abs, my pecs, and up to my face.

“I’m here, Princess,” I say, pointing at my face. “A bit distracted now, are we?”

“No,” she says, barely able to pronounce words without trembling.

I laugh. “Stop lying. It’s not working for either of us. I can see those hungry eyes looking.”

“Just because my eyes are looking doesn’t mean I actually like it,” she says.

I narrow my eyes. “I don’t believe that.”

She purses her lips, her eyes boring into mine, but she doesn’t reply. I guess she’s still trying to resist her needs. Too bad for her, I want her to fall for me again … only so I can destroy her when she does. Her resolve is chipping away bit by bit, and I’ll be there when it crumbles down.

Hooking my fingers underneath the elastic band, I pull down my boxer shorts in one go. My semi-hard dick has her eyes almost bulging out of her head, making me wonder whether she’s afraid I might shove my cock into her pussy … Or not at all.

I smirk when she covers up her hardened nipples with one hand, attempting to hide her excitement over seeing my pierced cock.

“Don’t be so ashamed, Princess. It’s all natural,” I muse.

“I’m not,” she says, sinking to her knees.

“Whatever. Get up,” I say, as I step into the tub.

I move closer and place my hand on her waist. She flinches, trying to back away, but the metal around her wrist won’t let her.

“Don’t move, Princess. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

“S-stay away,” she says.

“Hmm … are you so sure about that?” I say, turning up the temperature just a notch. Her eyes open up completely, and she gasps. “Or not?” I turn it back down.

“No, turn it back up!” she says, jerking on the cuffs.

“Stop,” I say, smacking her tit. “I told you not to fucking move.”

“I’m sorry,” she says.

I smack her other tit, making her squeal. “And don’t you fucking tell me what to do.”

“I’m sorry!” she repeats, this time even louder.

“Now, what do you want, hmm? Do you want me to turn this up? Ask nicely.”

“Can you make the water warmer, please?” she asks, her voice soft and pleading.

I love the sound of it … it reminds me of a long time ago, when she still wanted me and wasn’t such a conniving bitch.

“What are you going to do for me?” I ask, pulling her closer. Her cold tits rub my chest, creating goosebumps all over. I fucking love it. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Do you still think I’m nice?”

She swallows and thinks about her answer for a second. “Only when you want to be.”

“Exactly. And you don’t get to decide anything. You don’t get to manipulate me. I won’t allow it, so don’t try it ever again.” I grip her ass so tight that she squirms and my fingers mark her skin red.

Her face glows as I lean in to take a whiff of her scent. Her face is much cleaner than before, and all the make-up has rinsed off. She looks pure … less tainted than hours before. Every passing second her shifting behavior affects me. Changes me. It forces me to look at her in more ways than just the one consumed by hatred.

With the water cascading down her beautiful body, puckered nipples, and pink lips, I get the sudden urge to take what belongs to me.

So, I do. I kiss her, pressing my lips softly onto hers, marking her as mine. She doesn’t fight, doesn’t even flinch as I kiss her gently, my tongue dipping out to lick her sweet, icy-cold lips. I let my tongue roam free across her mouth and push inside, forcing her to open up and let me in. She doesn’t resist; instead, her tongue finds mine, and her lips cling to me. The cold doesn’t suppress the warmth flowing to my cock, which grows thicker every second. All I can think of is kissing her, fucking her every fucking second of the day …, and then ruining her for life.

I step into the shower with her, increasing the temperature further until it’s warm enough to heat up her body. She’s still shivering, as I press her firmly into my warm body. She makes herself small to fit between my arms, as if I’m a radiator she’s cuddling up to. How cute. I just want to fuck her with my tongue.

Her taste is exhilarating, and I can’t fucking get enough of tasting her, her mouth latching onto mine with equal wantonness. Her body is quickly regaining its normal temperature, and her natural flush reappears on her face, although I’m not exactly sure if that’s because of the shower or because I’m grabbing her ass and pushing her body against mine.

The urge to turn her around and bend her over gets bigger and bigger as she pants into my mouth, desperate for air … desperate for more kisses. I let my hands roam free over her body, cupping her tit and giving it a nice squeeze. My mouth silences her first moan, as I taste her willingness to finally submit. And, oh … how I will make her submit.

***

VANESSA

His fingers brush along my body, reviving my senses. He prickles my skin with his rough hands, kissing me roughly, taking me whole. His need captures me; his desire for my body to the point that I just let it happen. I don’t resist … and maybe I don’t want to. Maybe, for a moment, I just want to feel and remember what it was like for him to love me.

Or at least for him to fuck me raw.

It’s the next best thing.

It doesn’t take long for his fingers to find their way to my pussy, sliding back and forth between my legs to make me open up.

“Spread your legs, Princess,” he murmurs into my mouth, leaving sweet, delicious kisses on my lips. “Let me warm you up.”

My body still quakes, partially with need and partially from fear, as I part my legs and let him touch me. His skilled fingers have me panting already as he strokes my pussy. His cock grows hard against my belly, pushing into me as he wraps one arm around my back, holding me close.

“You feel that, Princess? That’s called being someone’s pet.”

I frown, biting my lip. “I’m not a pet.”

“You are mine now, and I’ll call you whatever the hell I want,” he muses, licking his lip ring. “My little pet. And this fucking pussy is mine, too.” He caresses my slit, making it wetter by the second. “You know how I know? This.” He holds his finger next to my mouth. “Open up, Princess. Taste yourself.”

I do as he says; not because I want to, but because I know I have no other choice.

His finger probes my mouth and slides across my tongue, forcing me to taste my own wetness. My eyes drift down his body, too consumed by lust to avert somewhere else. I look at the winged skull tattoo on his chest, the scars surrounding it, and the piercing in his nipple that I didn’t notice before. I don’t know why I like looking at him, but I do. I know I’m hot for him; he doesn’t have to tell me. I can’t help my own fucking body. This is just what he does to me.

I’ve been so numb these past few years—first with Phillip, then with Arthur—that I’ve forgotten what feeling something is like. And holy shit, feeling his hands all over my body and his mouth on mine is addictive.

His lips move to my neck as his fingers dexterously circle my clit, barely avoiding it. I’m shaking with need, hot blood pulsing through my veins, bursting with life. My need for him grows stronger every second, and my barrier is breaking down as he forces me to endure his touch.

“Don’t fight it, Princess,” he whispers close to my ear. “Or I’ll make your body turn frigid again.”

Just the thought of that icy cold makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“What do you want, Princess?” he asks, spreading my slickness all over. “Do you want me to touch you here?”

My breath comes in short gasps as his fingers dig into my skin on my back.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it,” I gasp.

I’m not sure if I’m telling the truth or a lie.

“I could do this all day, you know … tease you until you beg me to stop,” he murmurs, smiling against my skin. He places another kiss just underneath my ear. “Would you like that?”

“No …” I say, hissing when he cups my pussy and remains motionless.

“I know you’re lying … This pussy wants to come so badly, I can feel it. I can smell it. I can taste it.”

He lets go of my pussy and brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on his fingers like it’s a lollipop and I’m the sweet candy hidden inside. The deliciously devious smile on his face makes my pussy thump with need.

Suddenly, he spins me on my feet and grabs my throat, making me gasp for air.

But his hand … oh fuck, he brings his hand back down and toys with me, still avoiding my clit. He’s teasing me, testing my ability to adjust and accept his dominance over me. I swallow, feeling his harsh grip on my throat with every movement of my muscles.

“I know your pussy is begging me to make it come. Except I’m not here to give you what you want. I’m here to get what I want, and what I want is not for your pussy to beg, but for you to beg me.”

I gasp when he reaches down and pushes two fingers into my pussy. “So tight and wet,” he murmurs into my ear. “So, does this pussy want to come?”

I moan when he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, what?” he says, thrusting in and out of my pussy with two fingers.

“Yes, please,” I murmur.

“Yes, what?”

He’s taunting me, trying to get me to go to my knees. I’ll go with it … make him think I’m easy. Make it look like I’m conquered. Even though, in reality, I’m still itching to claw my way through him.

“Can I come, please?” I moan, as he circles around inside me.

“Hmm … Where do you want to be touched?” he asks. “There … or there.” He moves his finger to my clit, pressing down on it and rubbing it, making it throb with excitement.

“There! God, yes,” I moan, unable to control my words.

I can’t deny that it feels good, even though I hate him for what he did. My body craves his touch, and my clit loves the attention he’s giving. His grip on my throat only grows stronger, more powerful, overtaking me as I gasp for air and for the impending orgasm. The more he teases my pussy and licks my neck, the more eager I am to do what he wants; even though it goes against everything that I stand for. After what he just did to me, coming should be the last thing on my mind. Instead, it’s the first.

“C’mon, Princess. Come for me,” he growls. “Do it now!”

My body responds to his voice alone, convulsing on his command. I fall apart in his arms, barely able to keep standing as waves of ecstasy flow through me. The warm water of the shower tingles on my skin, making me hyper-alert of his fingers caressing my body, keeping me standing. He spins me on my feet. I blink a couple of times, and when I open my eyes, he’s smiling broadly at me.

“Good little Princess … finally listening to what I tell you to do. A little cold water is all it took for you to obey me.”

“Oh, fuck you …” I mutter, still trembling from my orgasm.

He narrows his eyes, “Say that again, and I’ll keep you under a cold shower for an entire day.”

“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t.”

“What are you going to do about it?” he muses, taunting me.

He’s still reveling in the fact that he won and that he’s in control. It’s almost as if it’s a drug to him or something … like this is what he’s been longing for all this time.

He kisses my cheek, still rubbing my pussy. With his other hand, he holds my arm as he leans in to whisper, “On your knees.”

I don’t have the chance to do it on my own. His hand’s already forcing me down, making me drop to my knees. His hard-on is right in my face, bobbing up and down when he sees me glancing at it.

“Are you that eager?” He licks his lip, biting on his lip ring. “Go on then. Have a taste.”

I look up. “I can’t.” I jerk my arm. “My arm would be contorted.”

He smiles, gazing at me with half-mast eyes. “And you think I’m going to free you?” He laughs. “Not a chance.” And then he steps closer, pushing his cock right up in my face. “This should give you enough space. Now open that mouth before I force it open.”

I don’t even want to know how he’d force it open, so I think the safest option is doing it myself. The moment my lips part, his cock pushes in, not giving me a second to adjust. The salty taste of his pre-cum drips on my tongue as he slides into my mouth with ease.

“You have such a pretty mouth,” he says. “Why use it for useless talks if it can suck a cock?”

He grabs a fistful of my hair and holds onto my head as he pushes in and out of my mouth, his cock throbbing with excitement. “You gonna pleasure me, Princess? Gonna make me explode in your throat?”

I shake my head, but he thrusts in nonetheless. “You should have nodded,” he muses, and then he pinches my nose, closing off my only airway. Shoving his cock into the back of my throat, he keeps it there, making me gag. I can’t breathe, and the only thing I can think about is wanting him to come quickly, so it’s over.

But why is it when I think of him coming that my pussy thumps? This shouldn’t turn me on.

“Bad girls get punished by having a cock down their throat. And you’ve been a very, very bad girl, Vanessa,” he says, his voice so low that it gives me goosebumps.

Somehow, his dirty words don’t seem as much of a punishment as what he did before. They actually make me want to do this to avoid further punishment that involves pain.

When he takes his cock out, I cough and suck in much-needed air.

“Take it like a good girl and you’ll get the cum you need,” he growls.

He groans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, making me choke on my own saliva. With one hand, he holds onto my hair like a ponytail, shoving my face into his groin.

He grabs my chin and tilts my head. “Look at me when I’m fucking your face, Princess.”

His piercing eyes make me want to come again.

Jesus Christ, what has he done to me?

I can smell the salty tang of pre-cum and sweat; hot water streams down my body, hardening my nipples and rushing down my sensitive clit, and for some reason, I like it. I’m being face-fucked, and it all seems so unreal. Nobody has ever done this to me, and the weird thing is that I don’t even mind.

“Want my cum that much, Princess?” he says, taking his cock out to give me a second to breathe.

I gasp but don’t have time to respond as he thrusts back in again. I have trouble taking him because he’s huge, and I can feel the metallic barbell piercing in the back of my throat.

Suddenly, he slaps my cheek softly. “Take it,” he growls. “You know how to suck a cock, now fucking use that filthy tongue of yours. Put it to good use.”

His groans become louder and louder as my tongue swivels across his length. I don’t know why hearing his voice creates goosebumps on my skin, but it does.

“I’m gonna fucking come down your throat, Princess. Bad girls only get cum for dinner,” he growls, thrusting faster and faster.

I can’t keep up; I’m gagging and covering his cock in my spit, but this only seems to make him hornier. The look on his face has me mesmerized, and he’s forcing me to witness how he looks when he comes in my mouth. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic … so fucking filthy that I can’t help but want it.

“Yes, Princess, suck my cock like a good girl.”

I can feel his cock pulsate on my tongue, ready to burst. He howls and he grabs my hair with both hands and shoves my face right up to his base. Then he explodes in my mouth, a jet of seed spouting into the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

“Yes, yes! Fucking choke on my cum!” he growls. The spurts keep coming, filling up my mouth to the point of overflowing. “Swallow it all!” he says, slapping my cheek again. “Don’t spill a fucking drop.”

I do what he says. Not just because he demands it, but also because I want to. It actually tastes good.

His flaccid cock slowly slips from my sore mouth and he wipes the remaining cum off my cheek and pushes it into my mouth. “I told you to eat it all.”

“Sorry,” I say when he takes his finger from my mouth again.

For a moment, I think I spot a faint smile, but it vanishes all too quickly.

He holds out his hand, and for a few seconds, I don’t know what to do. But then he signals me to take it and I do. He helps me up, which I didn’t expect. Why is he being so nice now, even though he said he wasn’t? And then I realize it’s because he is nice. He just doesn’t want to be.

He’s taking his anger at his own emotions out on me.

Maybe there is a part of him that still likes me.

While I contemplate the possibilities, he grabs the soap and starts washing me like a doll he needs to clean. He’s meticulous and doesn’t skip a spot, making sure to give special attention to my sizzling hot ass and ample breasts. He seems to enjoy it a little too much. I wonder what he’s planning … this is unlike him. It’s as if he’s grooming me for something. Molding me into whatever he desires so I’ll more easily accept his plans.

After cleaning up, he steps out of the tub and hands me a towel. Then he walks out the door with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. My chains are still locked, so nowhere to go for me. I hope he’s coming back … I shouldn’t be hoping that, but then again, he’s my only way out of these cuffs.

When the door opens again, something dangles on his finger and he’s showing it off first.

It’s a steel band—thick and shiny like aluminum.

The smile that appears next creeps me out. “Surprise!” he muses, chuckling as he steps in.

I look up and frown. “What’s that?”

“For you,” he says, walking toward me. “Picked it up at a kinky store while I was out for a walk.” I gasp, which makes him smile. “What? You didn’t think I’d just sit here and waste time, did you?” he muses.

He grabs the key lying on the sink and takes off the cuffs, and then he helps me step out of the tub. He spins me around until my back is against his firm chest. Holding the steel band in front of me, he places a kiss on my neck.

“You’re my dirty little Princess, Vanessa. Mine. You’re not going anywhere without me or my permission … That cage is not enough. The cuffs aren’t enough. Even that belt around your neck isn’t enough. But something like this will do to restrain you.”

He turns the band around in his hand, showing me the small ring attached to the back. He fishes something from his pocket, a clicker, and presses it. The band springs open, as well as my eyes.

“This is to celebrate you becoming my pet … and to keep you from running away while I take my vengeance out on your body.” He puts the band around my neck before I get a chance to put a finger in between and clicks it into place, closing it completely.

“No!” I yell.

He puts a hand in front of my mouth and shushes me. He turns me toward the mirror, forcing me to witness the fact that he has put a collar on me … like a real pet.

“Yes, Princess. Look at yourself now. Look at what you’ve become. A dirty little pet … My pet.” He touches the ring around my neck, which twists all around the band. “You thought you could leash me, the monster, but instead, I have leashed you, the pet.” The grin on his face makes me shiver and tears well up in my eyes at the sight of the both of us. What he’s become. What he’s reduced me to.

He presses a kiss to my cheek. “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun toying with you.”

We’re both monsters, and this will be our end.