Book 532: Her Monster!

Her Monster!

Intro: He stalks her, watches her from the dark and still controls her.

Owning her is never enough!

Dahlia had met her very own monster and he wasn't one to be trifled with.

Dahlia's P.O.V.

Having a toxic sexual relationship with your stalker should be like the most twisted erotic romance story in history right?

I mean stalking is a crime that's not just perverted but twisted and ominous. I shouldn't invite him in or rather I never should have let him into my house, my life and my body.

But I did!

Maybe am as twisted as he was.

Or even more perverted than he was?

Or was it the thrill I got from each encounter of me begging and denying that I didn't want him near or his touch?

Maybe am a Masochist too just like him, although I would never ever breathe that out and admit it to him.

Cassius doesn’t speak as we walk down the hall to my apartment. He doesn’t speak when I put in the code, trying to hide it from him after I changed it time after time after every encounter.

Although I still wonder how he figures the code over and over again.

He also didn’t speak on the ride here, and neither did his guards, who were the same solemn-faced ones from the last time.

Oh did I forget to add he was fucking rich?

Sometimes I think this just seems like some sort of game to him, like some sort of kink!

To say I’m nervous would be an understatement am terrified. I went out for an event he had solemnly warned me not to go to.

Which is crazy because he wasn't my boyfriend, nor my man or anything at all!

This was all a game right? Except with each encounter it seems a bit all too real.

How can I unlock the part of my self that has a fetish for this man, It doesn’t help that he looks so handsome, Cassius wasn't the boy next door type of man.

His physique is really impressive, whether it’s his straight nose or his chiseled cheekbones or the black clothes or suits that add a dangerous edge to his muscular frame.He’s the type of beauty one should only admire from afar. Whenever anyone gets close, he’ll snuff them out like a deadly exotic animal.

He was like an angle of death? DemiGod?.

Fuck!

See? Am simply obsessed and I know the type of monster he was but yet I find myself entertaining this monster.

I step into my apartment and don’t turn around to make sure he followed since hushed footsteps fall behind me. I stop in front of the long table that I usually drop my keys and utilities.

Releasing a shaky breath, I shrug off my coat and hang it above the table. It takes me a few seconds of inhaling deeply before I gather my courage to squeak out my words.

Fuck he made me nervous as hell!

"Look, I don't know what you want me to say but pulling me out like that of of that........”My words end in a loud but terrified gasp mixed with a moan when he abstructly grabs a fistful of my hair and bends me over the table.

My cheek meets the cold surface and my heart clenches in my chest as my eyes widen. I have no freaking clue why the sound I just released was a moan. It should’ve been a squeal, a scream, a call for help.

Fucking hell!

His nose touches my hair from where his fingers are imprisoning me in place, then trails down to the soft flesh of my throat. Shudders and goosebumps break out on my skin, covering each other and allowing new ones to form.

His hot lips meet the shell of my ear and he nibbles down before he whispers in tight words, “You think I haven’t figured out what you’re doing, Dahlia ?”

My eyes must double in size as I try to look at him, but his unyielding grip prohibits me the slightest movement.

“I don't understand? What do you mean?”I whisper softly my voice a little bit shaky as I tried to understand what he meant.

“You’re playing a dangerous game Dahlia, I told you don't test me. Obey me is that too much to ask?"He says his words coming out in form of a slow hiss.

"Right? So does that mean I need your permission for every little thing I do? You are nobody"I say dryly, my voice coming out harsher than I expected.

"I know the reasons for all these your antics and for why you taunt me! You call me a stalker and tell me you hate me but the real truth is you want my attention"He says in his dark thick sexy voice.

"You want me to punish you like a fucking slut, don't you?"He murmurs his voice hot and close to my ears.

My molars grind together as I snap, “I’m not a slut.”

“Then don’t fucking act like one.” His words are as scathing as his rare cursing.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Do you want to be treated like a slut, Dahlia ? Is that it?”

My words catch at the back of my throat when he lifts my dress to my waist. Cold air covers my backside despite the heat that’s on in my apartment. Cassius cups me through my panties and I gasp. Him touching feels like heaven as much as I hate to admit it.

Of all the men have had sexual encounters with, he was the one who tapped into the dark side of me, a part of myself that I was ashamed of. A part I wanted hidden from anybody and everybody. I’ve never had such a lover before, I’ve never been caught in an erotic maze by a mere touch as I am with him.

Why did it have to be him, of all people?

“Mmm. You’re soaking wet"He murmurs his voices almost groaning out in pleasure.

God I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but whatever the hell this man does to me, words or action turns the hell out of me.

I should feel shame at being held down with my half-naked body in his full view. I should fight and get away from him.

But I can’t and I won't because the thrill was orgasmic as hell and am fucking addicted.

Everytime he comes into my bed or breaks into my apartment or I invite him in like I did tonight I convince myself that when he gets bored he’ll leave me alone afterward. I tell myself it’s some fling like all the others, but those words fade into the background when he puts his hands on me.

Cassius bunches the underwear in his hand so it’s snapped in a tight line and rubs it against my clit in harsh, merciless strokes. My thighs clench in a fruitless attempt to stop the madness, but Cassius turns up his rhythm until I’m trembling against the table.

The pleasure he wrenches out of me hooks against my bones and pulls me under. It’s not even about the pleasure, it’s about the monster who’s inflicting it.

The unapologetic, consistent monster who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. As I fall apart, biting my lip to stop from screaming, I realize that’s the reason I’ve been caught up in him since the first time he kissed me. I’ve always secretly liked these type of men.

Infact I have a dirty fetish of liking men who knew what they wanted and they take whatever they want without mercy or patience.

Have always lived a sheltered life and dated only golden boys, or the boy next door type. In my wildest dream I never expected to meet someone who would fulfill all these fucked up fantasy of mine.

It's might sound disgusting but to me it's liberating. I was the type who likes vanilla sex but that was all a facade because it was never enough, I was never satisfied and I was always left wanting more.

I just couldn't grasp the exact thing I wanted until Cassius. Although admitting all this to him would only inflate the ego of this man because heavenly I wasn't prepared to stop this cat and mice game.

I’m still riding my orgasm when a slap reverberates in the air and the burning sting registers on my ass cheek. I freeze, my heart nearly stopping from the sudden onslaught of pain over pleasure.

Cassius just fucking spanked me.

“Wait what was that for?” I ask in a breathy tone, still fighting the remnants of my orgasm as I tried to hold back my anger. I only get spanked when he's really really angry or when he wants to punish.

Although I can't say am quite innocent in what happened tonight, I wanted his attention and the only way was to disobey him but damn I thought I would get his cock before the spanks.

“That was for your disobedience, don’t go against my orders ever again” He says as he slaps me a second time and I jolt against the table, both of my hands gripping the edge tightly.

“Fuck it I w-won’t.”I scream out, the heat of his palm vibrating on my bottoms.

Slap.

My body jerks at the assault and foreign tingling erupts between my thighs.

“I said I won’t…” My voice breaks with the need to contain my moans.

“You know it seems you enjoy your punishment a little too much one would think you provoke me just to make me spank you"He whispers in a sly tone, he spanks me again, leaving a pulsating burn on my skin and a clenching in my core.

Fuck!

Who was I kidding, he was my fucking stalker of course there's nothing I could hide from him...

"Okay fine, I promise to be a good girl from now on"I gasp out I rushed breath saying heat rising to my ears.

He teases a finger at my wet glistening pussy entrance and I flinch and whimper at the hot surprising contact, I was already warm under his touch.

"Tell me Dahlia you love it when I punish you don't you?"His voice barely audible a silken thread laced with unspoken longing. He leans closer, his soft spoken murmurs grazing the shell of my ear like a secret meant for only me to hear.

“No…” I managed to squeak out quickly the word, unable to stay still.

“Oh, but you do. Look at how your cunt is so wet and ready for me.”He says his voice sounding like a low guttural sound reverberating the hushed silence in the room except for my heaving breathing and sighs.

“Stop it.”I finally manage to say, I could feel his hands playing softly and lightly on my clit, A rich throaty moan escapes me full of longing and frustration.

“Stop what Tesoro"He asks as his tone dips shadowed with something dangerous yet intoxicating and addicting.

“Just stop torturing me.”I whimper in a hoarse voice as my body quivered in both pain and pleasure.

“Don't worry you can keep your secret. I'll always be glad to be the monster, your monster because we both know as much as you hate how much you want this, you still don’t hate the way I make you feel inside"He rasps out in a broken voice.

Swallowing my breath, I dig my nails into the wood, waiting, holding my breath for him to do something. He teases my entrance, coating it with my own juices and pushes his finger inside, but before I can really feel him, he pulls out.

It takes everything in me not to groan in frustration.

"You want my fingers, Dahlia ?”He asks in a seductive tone, one I’ve never heard before, one that’s heightening the state of my arousal.

“Yes, yes…”I say in a hurried voice, I could feel shame and guilt climb up my throat but I wanted what he wanted to offer up to me.

Every last drop!

“That’s a good girl, although I look forward to you being your usual naughty self as always”He drawls lazily, his words stretch out slow and deliberate like honey dripping from a spoon. My heart thuds faster at those words.

My stomach clenches as I wait in anticipation like a kid in a candy store about to be deprived her prize after proving to be good. I held no power whenever I was under this man because the one who has been holding the power in his brutal hands from the get-go is the man who’s standing behind me dominating my body and my mind.

Finally while still gripping me by the hair, I hear the unmistakable unbuckling of a belt and the unzipping of pants. I could feel my blood and pussy already singing, and that rhythm and reaction although scary was thrilling too.

He leans over my back and I’m acutely aware of his massive erection nudging against my fat ass.

Oh, God help me!

I don’t need to see him to know he’s huge. His cock size never seizes to amaze me each time he fucked me over and over again. My pussy struggles to accommodate to his size but pain and pleasure was never a problem between the two of us.

I close my eyes as I felt his hot breath meets my ears and he murmurs, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move, Dahlia , and when you do, you’ll only feel me inside you.”

I don’t get to digest his words or even take another breath as he tugs on my underwear and rips them off me. I gasp, both at the barbaric action and the friction that follows at my clit.

God this man was savage and I loved it! He was a huge scary monster but yet I still dig it!

Does that make me one too?

Cassius palms my hip and parts my legs with one of his knees, and then he’s rubbing the head of his cock at my entrance. I suck in a sharp breath when he drags it all the way over my folds and against my clit before going back again.

He teases me as he bobs his cock going up and down, up and down as he rub and played with the entrance of my engorged dripping humming pussy.

At this point I could hardly swallow or even breathe, My head swims in a dizzy mixture of sensations, unable to take the torture anymore.

“Cassius!…” I moan out his name in desperate anger and frustration.

“Please fucking please just...”I couldn't finis my word because he pops the head of his cock and then pulls out again as he continued to play with me.

“Please what?” His voice hardens with arousal and authority.

“Please…”

“I asked, please what?”

“Don’t make me say it.” I’m breathing out the words now, my words sounding wanton and desperate to my own ears but I didn't fucking care at his point.

“You know what I want to hear Tesoro"He murmurs softly.

“Fine okay"I finally scream out In desperate abandon.

"I need your cock inside me, fuck me please”I murmur my ears exploding in flames. My words a sultry rasp, heavy with intent as I pleased like my life depended on it.

“I can't hear you Dahlia"His voice is rough smoldering like embers as he breathes out my name in a mocking but yet teasing manner.

“Fuck me please.” I moan, then gasp when he thrusts himself inside me in one savage go, his balls slapping against my ass with the force of it.

I choke on the air as it’s knocked out of my lungs.

My fingers are white and clammy around the table’s edge as I catch my breath as I get used to the sheer size of him.

His monster cock felt so fucking good, He’s so fucking massive, I can feel him everywhere inside me, as he stretches me out.

The urge to turn my head and look at him, see if his expression is as dazed, shocked and euphoric bewildered.

The stretch was immediate as he pushed forward, slow and deliberate letting me feel every inch of him. He’s not even moving, but the feel of him inside me pushes me to that edge all over again.

His firm hold forbids me from staring at him as he starts moving, thrusting slowly at first, but it’s so deep, I feel the stretching of my walls around him.

“You’re so fucking tight” He strains, as if moving inside me is a chore.

“You're so fucking perfect.”He breaths out, My heartbeat roars in my ears as he increases the speed of his plunges.

He slams into me again, then pulls my legs farther apart to reach it fully.

"You feel incredible"He rasped, his voice strained like he was holding himself back from unraveling.

His next thrust was slow making my toes curl as my body stretched to accommodate him, the scrape od the table against the oor echoed in the space his movement growing steadie, harder, as he found a rhythm.

His rhythm becomes uncontrollable, unforgiving, as he rams inside of me with a force that rattles the table and my insides. When he hits that spot again, I’m screaming in a voice I never knew I possessed. It’s so loud and raw, my cries grew louder with each snap of his hips and the force of his thrusts pushing me further.

Cassius slams inside me over and over again, never slowing down.

As he promised, he fucks me so hard, my front slides back and forth on the table, straining my hard nipples on the harsh surface but he placed his hands underneath my waist to hold me in place as he continued his ruthless thrusts.

A burst of pleasure burst out of me sending wave after wave of europhia. He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls me by it so that I’m suspended in mid-air while he drives into me.

God he was rough but the way he handles me gives him deeper access as he plunges into me deeper and faster..

“Say my name baby.”He coaxes out saying with his continuos thrusts.

“Cassius…” I manage on a whimper as my eyes clash with his. They were sparking with lust that mirrors mine. It’s so strong that I can taste it in the small space between us.

“Who do you belong to?"He asks, the raw possessiveness registers for a second before he rubs my clit and I’m falling again.

This time, he uses my hair to drag me closer and crashes his mouth to my aching lips, plunging his tongue inside. He twirls it against mine with the same rhythm he’s fucking me. I’m delirious from pleasure the triple stimulation is climatic.

My eyes are drooping when I find myself in his arms again, his tongue at the back of my throat and his cock ramming into me with the harshness of a hungry man.

He goes rigid at my back and grunts in my mouth as I felt warmth fills my insides as he poured himself inside of me, my own cum meeting at head point with his.

As his cock goes slack I could feel the trickles down my thighs when he pulls out of me. Cassius releases my hair, and before I can say anything, he picks me up. I squeal out in suprise, arms looping around his neck to stop myself from falling as he moved me to my bedroom.

He is my dominating monster and he's here to stay.