I push him off me playfully. “Fine, but I want mine with the pumpkin creamer this time.”
He grabs the sheets, wrapping it around his lower half before padding down the stairs. I watch as he leaves, still feeling the embers of anxiety clinging to me, but I can’t help but marvel at how much better he makes me feel.
The thought hits me that this might just be what it’s like to be loved. My heart skips a beat with the newfound information. Leave it to me to fall in love with my fucking stalker.
CHAPTER 35
ACE
27 YEARS OLD
“Okay,you’ll come in here, mask on, and act out what we talked about. Don’t look at the camera though. We want it to feel authentic.” She has us in the basement of the cabin, ready to enact one of her most intimate fantasies.
Hazel stands in front of me, hands on hips, dressed in nothing but a pair of heels and sexy as hell black lace lingerie.
“Hey. Eyes up here.” She snaps with an alluring smile splayed along her lips.
I prowl towards her, but she evades me using the defensive tactics I’ve taught her. Pride wells up in my chest at seeing how far she’s come. To see her take the ashes of her inner torment and build it into something tangible, something fierce out of her own determination. It’s a fucking beautiful sight to behold.
“Save it for the camera, stud.” Hazel saunters away from me, but I latch onto her wrist and spin her into me. Her breasts smash against my hard chest and her big brown eyes widen as she looks up at me.
“You think you can order me around, little doe? I know what it is you like. What you crave. What that greedy pussy of yours needs. And I know just how to give it to you. So, you’ll sit there,tied up like a good little slut, and take my cock.” I growl into her ear.
She sucks in a sharp breath and heat crawls up her chest and into her cheeks. Goosebumps prickle along her skin as she raises herself onto the tips of her toes to reach my ear to whisper, “Then you better fuck me good and not get camera shy.” She bites my ear then scurries off to make the room look just how she wants it. I let her run, watching her intently as she moves. My prey ripe for the taking. I love the fire she’s found ignited in herself, the power she radiates, and the confidence she’s begun to display while being here. I’d like to take credit for it, but it’s all her. Her choices. Her willingness to play my games. I knew she was in there all along. Trapped by the weight of our past. Freed only by her desire for more. And she deserves more than what she’s been allowing herself to settle for.
The camera she set up is facing the mostly empty space. There’s a small blanket, ropes, ball gag, blindfold, and a black leather braided whip. My cock hardens looking at it all, knowing just how she wants me to take her.
“Ready?” She asks me, fluffing her auburn hair.
“I should be asking you that. Now what’s your word, Hazel?”
“Kumquat.” I take her hands and turn her around, tying her wrists together. Her breasts look so fucking delicious pushed up like they are.
“And if you can’t talk?” Turning her back around, I yank her towards me by her bra straps, grinding my hard dick against her.
“I tap whatever I can reach three times.”
I smile. “That’s my girl. Now get ready because I will not go easy on you. Once that camera hits play, I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck you so hard that your pussy is going to be so fucking sore. I’m going to make you cum so many times that you’re going to be begging me to stop.”
She pushes up on her toes, bringing her face level to mine and nips at my lower lip. “Good.”
Fuck, sometimes I can’t believe this girl is mine. I grab the remote and the blindfold, tying it around her eyes tight.
Leaving the room, I see her get in position on the floor before I close the door.
My mask slips over my face easily. The familiar scent of rubber assaults my nose and my eyes blink along the small slit that allows me to see out. It sits snuggly against the contours of my cheekbones, hiding my identity effectively.
Hands flexing with anticipation, I pull out the remote and press record. The door opens with a creek, adding to the depraved ambiance of our scene. Oh, how I’m going to make her scream.
The red light on the camera blinks away in a perfect cadence, letting me know that we’re broadcasting live on her channel. From here, I can see where her computer is set up to show the influx of viewers that have been climbing by the second.
Looking over at Hazel, I find that she’s on her knees, arms stuck behind her. The threadbare blanket bunched up beneath her. The little act she has going is already started as she thrashes against her bindings, wiggling so pretty for me.
There’s a lingering chill in the air that has her nipples peaked, pressing against the lace of her black bra.
“Who’s there?” She asks, head moving in my direction, but her blindfold is secured tightly against her eyes.
She looks so helpless and vulnerable. Completely at my mercy. “I’m your worst nightmare.” I growl, crouching down to her level, pulling her bottom lip with my thumb. She trembles, chest rising and falling in fast succession.
