STALKER IN MASK (2)

“Was it everything you fantasized?” he murmured, dragging a single knuckle down her spine making her wriggle.

She gasped at the contact, It was maddening how gentle he could be or how gentle he chose to be, when he could have torn her apart the way she wanted to be torn.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “More.”

His hand fisted her hair and yanked her head back harshly. “You like playing prey,” he said. “But the thing about being prey, sweetheart…” he bent closer, his breath hot on her ear. “…is that eventually, the predator gets hungry.”

A sound escaped her throat, it was a low whimper and a sigh as he teased her nipples.a

She arched back toward him so shamelessly and desperate.

He didn’t touch her again, he stood behind her, still dressed with his shirt and his underwear, while she was bare and spread open for him.

Her wrists still tingled where he’d bound her earlier, her body still pulsed with unsatisfied need as she tried to turn and take a look at him.

A sharp slap landed on her inner thigh.“Stay still.”

She moaned, pressing her forehead to the pillow. “Please…”

“Not yet.” He smirked his mask hiding it in.

The bed creaked as he climbed over her again but this time, something cold brushed her skin, she froze as she realized the metal clink, it was a chain, a marking chain.

“I don’t just want to watch anymore, Ivy,” he whispered. “I want to own you, every part of you, your body, your cum, your tits, and even your breath.”

Her hips bucked, she was soaked, needy and turned on for being praised.

He noticed her change as he praised her urging him to tighten the chain on her until it sat snug against her throat, not choking her but firm to make her realise who was in control.

His hands ran down her back, grabbing her hips, positioning her exactly how he wanted her.

“I want you to remember this moment every time you think about leaving your window open, Everytume you decide to touch yourself and Everytume you decide to seduce me” he said. “Every time you think about teasing me in your sleep.”

His hand moved between her thighs again, circling her clit. He teased her with slow, torturous movements, driving her closer and closer to the edge as he rubbed her clit faster and harshly.

“I can feel how close you are,” he whispered. “But if you come now, you’ll be punished.”

Her breath hitched. “How?”

“I’ll walk out that door,” he said. “And you won’t see me again.”

Tears pricked her eyes. “Please… touch me, I want you to touch me”

“You like to be ruined,” he said, fucking her with his fingers this time. “But not abandoned, and I like to be obeyed Ivy. Show me you can be mine, show me you are a good girl.”

The threat was real, it made her body burn in ways that shocked her, she clenched every muscle, held back her orgasm like her life depended on it.

He pulled away just as her release trembled on the edge.

She screamed into the pillow.

“Good girl.”

He flipped her over, straddling her with his clothed thighs, his masked face looming over her sweat-slick body.

“You want me inside you?” he growled.

“God, yes,” she sobbed. “Please, please—”

He leaned down, dragging his teeth over her jaw. “Then earn it.”

He reached for something at the foot of the bed, a silk robe, he tied her wrist again but this time to the headboard.

“Don’t move, don’t you speak and don’t dare cum.” he whispered, "this rules are simple and I hope you can keep being a good girl you are."

She nodded, trembling as his body slid down, kissing his way from her throat to her hips, licking a stripe up her thigh.

Then he paused.

“I’m going to edge you,” he said, voice low. “Again and again until your soul forgets its name and if you cum before I allow it... I’ll make you regret it.”

And then he began, his mouth working on her clit, his fingers working slowly inside her making her body burn and her mind unraveling.

Once, twice and the third time, every time she reached the peak, he pulled back and left her shaking, crying and begging but never disobeying.

Because she knew when he finally allowed it, it would ruin her and that’s what she wanted most, to be ruined.

She felt him pour a liquid on her body, it felt warm, she saw it, It was honey.

She didn't see him when he brought it out, she had been busy begging, It hung above her collarbone for one suspended second then it dripped down slowly and sweet.

Her breath caught as it landed just below her throat, then another drop followed, sliding between the valley of her breasts.

She was bound, trying to touch herself but she couldn't, her wrists were already tied to the headboard, her ankles parted, stretched across soft pillows.

Her skin was flushed and glowing, mouth slightly parted from the hours he’d spent edging her, she had obeyed every command desperate to let him know how good of a girl she was.

He hadn’t let her cum. “You’ve done so well,” he murmured, pouring more honey on he skin. “You obeyed every order and now... now you’ll taste what it means to be mine.”

The words made her want to cum but she suppressed the feeling still feeling how it dripped from her spine and between her ribs.

She arched, but he pressed a single hand flat to her stomach. “Desperate, are we? Stay still.” he commanded.

She obeyed.

He brought the honey to her lips next, she opened her mouth instinctively and he drizzled it slowly onto her tongue and then kissed her, his tongue danced round her mouth trying to survey and fell what she tasted like with honey.

Her whimper vibrated into his mouth as he sucked her tongue. When he pulled back, her eyes fluttered open.

His mask was gone, the mask that covered his eyes and nose, he looked attractive in it, Ivy recognised him, she knew him but she pretended not to.

Her breath stilled as she stared at him.

He dipped his finger in honey and ran it down her thigh. “I’ve watched you for months,” he said. “Every night, the way you touched yourself thinking no one saw you, the way you left the window open and lured me in like an invitation.” he smirked.“Was it?” he asked.

She nodded as he bent below and kissed the inside of her knee, then her thigh, then he went higher, honey still clung to her clit and he licked it clean, slowly, reverently, until she trembled.

“You wanted to be seen,” he whispered, “So now you’ll be consumed.”

Her body bucked at those words.

He teased her for minutes that felt like hours, using only his mouth, his tongue tracing the honey trails while she was on the edge again, so close that her vision blurred.

But he waited, he waited, he was always watching her waiting so what was wrong with making her wait.

When he finally let her release, the climax tore through her like a wave coming in force, she cried out his name.

His real name "Kyle." Before passing out.

****

She woke to find herself lying in a bed, it wasn't her bed not was it her room.

Candlelight flickered across the ceiling, and the scent of honey still clung to her skin. She felt sore in her leg even though he didn't penetrate.

He was sitting in a chair at the edge of the room, legs spread, shirt unbuttoned, watching her.

With a plate of strawberries, sliced and drenched in honey. "Does he have an obsession with honey?" She whispered.

He lifted one between his fingers, slowly brought it to his lips, and sucked the juice from the flesh before holding it out to her.

She crawled to the edge of the bed and opened her mouth.

He didn’t let her bite it, he fed her and each time she leaned in to take more, he drew it back and she whimpered making him smile.

And when he finally let her taste the strawberry, her mouth sank around his fingers instead.

He dragged them down her tongue, slow.

"You want sweetness?" He poured more honey—this time across her inner thighs.

"Hands behind your back."

She obeyed, then he knelt and kissed her thighs grazing them with his teeth and tongue.

She tried making him to pull his shorts down but he slapped her hands away. "Not yet, sweetness."

He smiled licking his lips, "How did you feel when your sisters husband made you cum?" He smiled as she shivered.

"Nice, I want it again."