Fuck. I can still feel how hard he was. How big. How perfectly the ridge of him rubbed right against my swollen clit with every roll of his hips.
My thighs clench tightly on the stool. It doesn’t help. It only makes me ache more.
This is so fucked up.
The man who kidnapped me has me soaked. My panties are ruined—slick and clinging to my pussy like a second skin. My clit is pulsing so hard it’s almost painful, and every tiny shift sends fresh wetness flooding out of me.
I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t be dripping for the man who stalked me, tied me up, and locked me in this house. But my body doesn’t seem to give a shit about logic. It only knows it wantshim.
I drop the book, not bothering to mark the page. I’m not coming back to it. Then I brush a hand through my hair as I exhale loudly. Everything in me is wired, every muscle tense, every nerve on edge like it needs something.
Shit.
My hands are shaking as I slip one beneath the waistband of my pants, straight into my soaked panties. The second my fingers slide through my dripping folds I moan out loud—embarrassingly loud. I’m absolutely drenched. My clit is swollen and slippery, my pussy clenching around nothing like it’s begging. I tell myself it’s just relief. Nothing more, nothing less. A quick, shameful fix so I can finally get him out of my system.
But the moment my eyes close, everything shifts. The room disappears. The stool, my own trembling fingers—none of it matters anymore. He’s here. Standing right behind me. His heat at my back, his low, filthy voice sliding into my ear like he’s been waiting forever to give the order.
“Spread your legs, Sophia.”
I obey instantly, thighs falling open wide on the stool, knees trembling.
“Wider. Show me that greedy little cunt I’ve been dreaming about for years.”
Heat floods my face, but I slide lower anyway, ass barely balanced on the edge, legs splayed like a desperate slut in heat.
“Touch yourself. Rub that swollen clit for me. Let me see how wet you get just thinking about the man who owns you.”
My fingers circle my clit, and my hips jerk hard. Electricity shoots up my spine so violently my toes curl. I’m already so slippery my fingers keep sliding off the swollen bud. Every stroke makes a soft, wet sound that amplifies the sensations flooding my senses.
“Good girl,”he growls, his voice thick and dark and so fucking real in my head.“Look at you… dripping for your kidnapper. Now slide two fingers inside that tight, needy pussy. Fuck yourself like you wish it was my cock splitting you open.”
I push two fingers in deep, and my head falls back on a broken moan. I’m so wet the obscene, squelching sound fills the air, nasty and hot and so close to the edge it’s pathetic.
My walls clench around my fingers like they’re trying to pull them deeper, and I curl them hard, stroking that perfect spot, and my thighs start shaking uncontrollably.
“Harder. I want to hear how fucking messy you are for me.”
I pump faster, thumb grinding my clit in tight, frantic circles. My hips are rocking on their own now, chasing his voice, chasing thefantasy of his thick cock replacing my fingers, and the shame of it only makes me wetter.
“God, you’re perfect,”he rasps, and I swear I can feel his breath on my neck.“Keep going. Finger-fuck that cunt like the desperate little whore who gets soaked for her stalker.”
I slam my palm against my mouth to muffle the noises, but it’s pointless. Every bit of shame makes it worse, makes me fuck my own cunt harder, makes my legs spasm out wider.
In my head, his huge, rough hand comes down to completely cover mine, thick fingers forcing mine deeper, harder, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that has my eyes rolling back.
“That’s it. Get that pussy sloppy for me. Make it loud, Sophia. I want to hear how fucking wet you are for the man who owns you.”
I’m whimpering helplessly into my palm, hips bucking frantically, completely lost.
“Come for me. Come, and think about the monster who’s been hard for this cunt every single night he watched you.”
The orgasm slams into me like a violent freight train.
My back arches so hard I nearly topple off the stool as my pussy clamps down around my fingers in powerful, rhythmic spasms. A raw, guttural cry tears out of me despite my hand—loud, broken, shameless. Wave after filthy wave crashes through me while I keep grinding my palm against my clit, forcing out every last pulse.
My cunt gushes hard, hot slick flooding around my fingers and running messily down my ass and thighs in thick rivulets. My legs shake violently, toes curled so tight they cramp, my wholebody convulsing as the pleasure edges into something almost painful.
I can’t stop. I keep fucking myself through it like a woman possessed, riding the brutal waves until my vision whites out and my mind blanks completely.
