THE STALKER III.

AMELIA.

Good girl.

I shivered at the sound of it and I felt tingles rush through my entire being. His green eyes were piercing, raising goosebumps on my skin as I swallowed.

I’ve never wanted to be called a good girl like I want to now. I’ve always been a sucker for praise and something about the way he said it, the way his cold fingers trailed an imaginary line from my jaw down to my neck and then lower until he got above my pussy.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched Rowan, anticipation filling me, my whole body was filled with waiting as my pussy throbbed.

The tears that welled up in my eyes caused them to itch and the huge bile that was lodged in my throat didn’t budge even as I swallowed.

“Please,” I cried, hot, sizzling tears streaming down my cheeks, the tears choking me as I wept aloud but he was unmoved by my sobs.

“Will you let me go now?” I asked, my eyes begging him but he only smirked, his breath extremely hot and unbearable on my face as he moved a loose streak of hair off my face.

“I will,” he lied, his smirk growing wider, causing me to struggle mentally in an agonizing whirlpool. His facial expression made me shrivel a little and I couldn’t shake off the dull ache of foreboding.

He’s not going to let me go. He’s a predator and he’s going to prey on me.

The way he glared at me was scary, he commanded an air of respect and dominance and the dark aura that surrounded him was everything I’d always wanted.

Laughing internally while crying, thrashing and begging for him to let me go, intentionally riling him up so that he was going to do worse to me, I played back his loud roar in my head and my pussy clenched.

When he’d slapped me, I felt like I was going to orgasm because I felt my pussy spurt out juice, ready to let go of the gripping orgasm that crashed down on me but my body had held out long enough.

Rowan had bought my act, the look in his eyes told me that he had believed that I was indeed scared of him.

Hearing me cry and struggling to get out of the ropes I was bound with, Rowan growled in my ear, my struggles fueled his deathly desire as his cock got even harder, filling my mind with thoughts of him doing even more nasty things to me.

Rowan looked down at me and I could tell that he was getting aroused, I didn’t miss the way his cock twitched, growing an inch by the minute.

My helplessness and worn out self gave more power to his sick, twisted mind. The sight of my tears made his dick throb and I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to fuck me into submission right here and now.

Will he?

Getting off the bed, he gripped the belt tightly in one hand, supporting another sick smile that made me want to let out all of my squirt as he said gruffly, “I’m not done with you yet.”

My nineteenth birthday couldn’t have been any better. I never thought wishes came true, I didn’t think these thoughts that only my diary knew about would ever come true.

The feeling of danger, the impending sense of doom and the fact that Rowan’s eyes were totally void of emotion caused my lips to part as a quiet moan escaped my lips.

Is he going to fuck me now? No, he’s holding a belt. He’s going to use it on me.

The thought of it drove me bonkers with desire and it was taking all that I had in me to keep my orgasm at bay even though it threatened to push me over the edge.

Oh, I can’t wait.

My body couldn’t wait to feel the sting of the pain ripple through me while I struggled and cried out despite knowing that I couldn’t get out of it.

I want it. Fuck, I want it.

My pussy throbbed even harder as my eyes closed and just as I’d expected and imagined it would be when the belt hit my skin.

The sound of the belt hitting my skin and my loud cry echoed through the room and the pain I felt was unbearable, the sting was so intense that I felt it in my bones and my eyes flew open at once.

“You don’t do things I haven’t permitted.” His extremely deep voice was so piercing it sent jolts of ecstasy between my legs.

“I—” My voice trailed off as I cried, a mixture of pain and pleasure, “I’m sorry, Master.” I apologized, my lips quivering and my body burning with liquified fire.

YES. YES. YES. MORE. I WANT MORE.

Every day of my life has been filled with nothing but boredom and the only excitement I got was from sick p**n and masturbation.

Each time I see the girl on the other end of the brutality, my urge becomes uncontrollable, I wanted to be that girl, the one that gets dominated, raped and used for the satisfaction of her dom.

Every night I write in my diary wishing to be that girl. I'd tried a whole lot of things but none of them gave me the pleasure that I’d always yearned for, none of them made me feel that intensity.

But now, fuck, now I’m living the dream. I would have believe I was still in my usual fantasy land but the raw pain I felt, the thudding of my heart and the fear of being fucked and killed was so real that I knew that this is reality.

It’s really happening!

“We're going to play a game, little doll.” His voice jolted me out of the thoughts I was lost in and I just wanted to scream at him to fuck me, use me, do unspeakable things to me.

I wanted to assure him that I was going to submit if he did things that even I had never thought about before to me but there was no fun in that.

Being a brat was the fun part, begging him to spare my life even though I didn’t want him to, begging him that I couldn’t take his dick even though I wanted to feel his cock tear my pussy, stretching it so far out past its limits was the fun.

FUCKKKK! Will I be able to keep my orgasm at bay with all of this?

“Each time I hit you with this belt, you're going to thank me for hitting you and failure to do so, well, leads to a scar that's going to ruin your perfect skin.” He grinned sickly at me as he walked away.

Rowan disappeared into the shadows for a few minutes and by the time he returned, I gasped, panting in horror at the sight of the fairly large knife he was holding.

“You don’t want that now, do you?” He asked, his voice so utterly emotionless that it chilled me as my eyes remained glued on the knife that gleamed even in the dimly lit room.

WHO SAID I DIDN’T WANT THAT?!

“Your skin is perfect,” he whispered, his deep voice driving me crazy with desire. I felt like I was on cloud nine when he ran the edge of the blade lightly against her cheek, cutting me just a little.

I winced in pain as a drop of blood welled up and trailed down my skin. My stomach was clenched tight and I bit my lower lip so hard that it throbbed like a pulse.

My heart pounded against my chest and I could literally hear my blood rushing through my veins as I kept control of myself because I knew that a little slip up and I was going to be moaning, begging him to do more.

“Got it?” He asked and I nodded with my eyes wide with fear, it was impossible to steady my racing heart, the pleasure was just too much to bear.

“Y— Ye— Yes, Master.” I choked out, avoiding eye contact but not daring to close my eyes and with a haunting smile, Rowan straightened up.

My eyes followed and I watched as he curled the belt around his hand to get a good grip on it before lashing it down to meet my naked breasts, leaving a painful-looking red mark.

I screamed out in pain, my pussy pulsating and the ecstatic urge to moan so intense that I couldn’t get any words out before he hit me again.

“Why can’t you just be fucking submissive!” He growled and if my legs were not open wide and bound to both sides of the bed, I would have rubbed my thighs together to keep my juice from slipping out.

Another lash hit my skin and I managed to get my words out as pain surged through my body “THANK YOU, MASTER!” I yelled out loud but was met with yet another hit from his belt.

“THANK YOU, MASTER!” I yelled out again, repeating the words over and over until my upper body was covered with angry, red welts.

I yielded to the compulsive sobs that rocked me, whimpering, squirming and crying in pain as Rowan settled down beside me.

“You see? It’s not so bad.” He smiled, the tip of his index finger trailed the marks he left on my body as he smiled, admiring his work.

I was bruised and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that I was also bleeding and not just from my cheek but also from the parts of my body that the belt had hit.

“You know what will make you look even prettier?” He asked as he reached for his knife and pressed it just before my collar bone, cutting it so deep enough that I was bleeding profusely.

“Fucking work of art.” He grinned and I lifted my head to look down on my body at the sight of lines of red dripping down my bare breasts.

It hurts. It hurts like a fucking bitch but boy do I want more.

“Oh, I could put something here….” His voice trailed off as he pressed the knife on my forehead, I screamed out in pain as Rowan inscribed on it.

“R for Rowan, meaning, you’re mine until I’m done with you.” He explained. I was bleeding profusely now and had to close my eyelids to keep the blood from the cut from getting into my eyes.

My chest heaved as I breathed heavily, pain caused my toes to curl as I tugged on the ropes my hands and feet were tied with.

While I struggled, Rowan climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest. My eyes opened at once and I was met with the sight of Rowan’s cock staring right at me.

“N—” My eyes widened as I opened my mouth to scream in protest but the sound was muffled as Rowan grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my mouth.

He thrusted in deep, shoving all of his length down my throat. My throat muscled convulsed and contracted around his cock, eliciting a breathy moan of pleasure out of Rowan.

My eyes watered and I looked with blurry vision as Rowan looked down at me, my lips wrapped around his huge dick like a vice and as he pushed further, I gagged.

“Whore.” He spat, slapping my cheek as he pulled his cock out. I gasped for breath but that didn’t last for long.

“No.” I managed to say just before he pried my jaw open and thrusted even deeper this time.

“You think you’re in a position to tell me what to do, Slut?”