Page 53 of Hollow Forest

I started reciting the saints and their feast days in my head to keep from coming like some teen. My hands fisted tight to keep from snapping the restraints and grabbing her. I wasn’t going to ruin this for my little monster.

Sam licked. She sucked. She dragged her tongue from the slit to the base, then back again. She swirled her tongue over the tip, then drew me all the way in, lips pressed tight, humming deep in her throat like she meant to claim every last nerve ending. She relished the way I twitched in her hold, letting her teeth scrape lightly just for a jolt. I tried to arch into her, to reach for her head, but the restraints kept me bound and helpless. My hips stuttered against the mattress.

“Sam,” I hissed.

This was what she’d reduced me to. I was a beggar, wholly and completely at her mercy.

She pulled my dick out with a pop, wiped her mouth, and grinned up at me. “You really do look good like this.”

All I could do was moan as she crawled up, straddling me. Through the lace, I could see dusky nipples hard and wanting. She yanked the material aside, freed her breasts, and pressed them against my face. I caught a nipple between my teeth, sucking greedily. She shivered and rocked back. The restraints on my wrist wouldn’t let me hold her. She wanted me bound, so I would stay that way until she freed me.

Between us, she grasped my dick. I could have wept!

Her fingers stroked me with deliberate pulls. I gritted my teeth hard enough to make my jaw hurt. Sam brought the tip of my dick to her slick little pussy. She rubbed it against her clit, head tipped back as she enjoyed the sensation.

“You’re killing me, beautiful.”

“Patience,” she whispered, voice bright with triumph.

When she finally moved me, lined my dick up with her entrance, and pushed the tip inside, I dropped my head back on the pillow with a hoarse groan.

She moved excruciatingly slow, inching down on me. My vision blurred, blood pounding so loud in my ears that I barely registered her breathy moan. When she was fully seated, heat and tightness squeezing me, Sam braced her hands on my chest. She pulsed her hips in shallow, teasing circles. My head swam.

Samantha looked like a fucking vision as she worked herself over me.

And then, she fucking smiled down at her prey. I could see it now that my eyes had adjusted to the shadows. It might just be the prettiest picture ever created.

Little whimpers, the most unmasculine sounds, peeled out of me. “Sam, please.”

In response, she squeezed her muscles. I dropped my head back with a groan. The little monster did it again.

“Have mercy.”

“No,” she laughed. Each time her inner walls gripped and massaged me, it felt like a small death.

She was molten. Hot, slick, clenching around me. When she rolled her hips, a shudder shot through my bones. Every muscle in my body wanted to grab her by the waist and hold her still while I drove up and up until neither of us was whole ever again. But I was determined to prove to her that I was a good boy who could play the part of prey. So I forced myself not to wriggle free of her restraints.

Her thighs trembled against my hips. She moved faster, caught in the frenzy. I was dizzy, suspended in a state of pure agony and need. I had never been so completely at someone’s mercy.

Her nails dug in, body arching as she rode me. She let herself go, and in that moment, I was so in love I could’ve died. She threw her head back, breasts thrust up and nipples hard, and I watched the tremor take her over.

Her breath stuttered. She bit her lip, eyes locked on mine, and I watched the moment the orgasm hit her. The next spasm nearly unseated her. The sound that ripped from her was half my title stalker, half scream. That beautiful body went rigid. And then…she shuddered, gasped, and clenched so fucking tight that I lost myself.

I exploded inside her with a violence that nearly blacked out my vision. Ropes of hot cum spilled into her as a strangled groan ripped from my chest. Sam kept riding me through it, head thrown back, hair wild, and sweat slick on her skin. My dick throbbed, because every nerve ending was a livewire. Her pussy milked me for every last drop.

Eventually, her movements slowed. She eased off, collapsed beside me, and laid her head on my stomach. A soft laugh brushed over the hard planes of my abs. I lay there, hands numb from the restraints, waiting to see what she would do.

After a moment, she stretched, catlike, and kissed my jaw. “I like having you at my mercy, stalker. Too bad it won’t happen again.”

She was crafty enough. I doubted it would take much. And if I could rig the situation in her favor, I would willingly sacrifice myself to her whims.

Her breathing slowed. I was content. Captured, yes, but so fucking obsessed with this woman that I would happily stay her prisoner for the rest of my days. When a gentle snore whispered over me, I too shut my eyes, deciding to sleep in the clutches of this sweetly devious creature rather than free myself and hold her. This was what she wanted, and I was more than happy to give it to her.

I fell into a dreamless sleep, and when I awoke, it was slowly. My arms were numb and my body was stiff. But that wasn’t what was wrong.

Samantha was gone.

I shifted uncomfortably, straining my ears to listen for her return. Time ticked by at a painful pace. I rubbed my cheek against the inside of my outstretched arm. The mask was tight and clammy against my skin. Oddly enough, she hadn’t used the opportunity of me sleeping to remove it. I wished more than anything that she had. I was done playing games.