AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Declan
How beautiful she is, staring up at me with all that hope in her eyes. If she only knew that I can read her like an open book. That I have been able to do that since the moment I crammed her against the wall at the showers and stripped her naked with my eyes.
Sure, I’mtheeligible bachelor on campus, and girls have been fighting each other like dogs for a chance to suck my cock, but I never felt wanted that way. The stalkerish quality of her desire, the risks that she took for me, without trying to bring herself to my attention, was special.Shewas special. She wanted me for me, not for my name, my money, my influence, or the reputation of my iron fists. Yes, I can crush any man, financially, spiritually or physically, which has kept me at the top of the food chain on this campus. But it turns out Mia Rogers can crush me.
I thought I’d lose my mind when she went completely cold, not answering my calls or my texts. It’s never happened to me before, especially not after I fucked a woman. If anything, they came crawling on all fours, begging for more. I enslaved them, made them crave me, not the other way around. The little spy turned out not only to reverse that role, but it also seemed I had no effect on her at all. Instead of wanting to get close, she tried to escape me.
“Were you planning on running away from me, little spy?” I say as the blunt side of my knife trails down her chest, hooking into her bra between her breasts, my eyes moving down along with it. “Was that your plan?”
“N-no,” she stutters. Even her eyelids bat quickly. She sucks in air, her chest rising as I flip the knife around, pushing the sharp edge into the fabric. “Don’t be crazy, Declan. It’s not like I would have left campus, given up my entire life.”
“Indeed, you would have destroyed your life if you’d run. Because I would have found you anywhere.” I like the focus on her face when I hold that blade close to her. Like the world around us has stopped existing, her entire awareness concentrated on me.
It’s the only way I can possess her. Own her.
“As you surely understand,” I say in a low voice as I flip the blade to the blunt side again and run it down her chest, past her bra and down the line of her stomach. “I can’t let you get away with what you did without punishment. So next time you even think about leaving me, you know what to expect.”
“Leave you?” she whispers through quivering lips. She must be genuinely surprised, because she snorts a second later. “You make it sound like we’re a couple or something. Let me remind you that you threw me out of your car like a fucking used condom.” Her tone rises with every word, causing a smile to spread over my face.
“You’re angry. So you care.”
“Of course I care, you son of a bitch.” She jerks forward against her restraints, the handcuffs rattling against the bedpost. “You used me like a whore.” Her ice blue eyes fill with a fire that fascinates me. A fire where rage and hatred and unbridled lust mix. My smile widens as I stare in awe. I want that fire all to myself, and this moment I know I’m gonna do anything it takes to bring it out of her over and over again. She knows it too, I can see it in her blazing gaze, in the way she tries to throw herself at me again. I can see how badly she wants to scratch my eyes out, and probably fuck me while she’s at it.
“Yes, I used you, and you loved it,” I purr as my eyes run down her body. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen pictures of her in high-school–that limp dick Timothy made sure they reached me, thinking it would give me more material to bully her. It only made me realize that I would have been just as hung up on her either way.
The fact that she’s come a long way only strengthens that. I respect the effort behind her makeover even though I would have fucked her just as hard with all the extra pounds. And I would have loved it just as much. She would have still ended up tied to a bedpost.
Her nipples poke through the lacey cups of her bra, goosebumps scattered over the swell of her breasts. They’re not big, but perfectly shaped to fit in just one of my hands. The kind of breasts that men lose their minds over. All I have to do is flip the cups down and grab them in my hands.
She’s made her choice–save Timothy. She traded her freedom for his, so I’m gonna take my time with her.
“The first thing’s Timothy’s gonna do is go to the cops,” she says as she shivers in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties. I run my tongue over my lips as I feast on the sight.
“It will be a while until he finds a functional phone to make the call. And even longer until he’ll be able to put clothes on and get out of the house.”
She swallows hard, probably at the thought of Timothy still in the building.
“Now,” I say, my voice dropping to that low tone I know is like chocolate to her ears. “Let’s see how you’re going to appease me. How you’re going to pay for what you’ve done.”
There it is. Her eyelids flutter, her lips part with a sigh, her chest arching into me. Leaning into the cool touch of the blade as I caress her body with it. I flip it around only to cut the cord of the bra that runs between her breasts, and it snaps open, allowing her perky breasts to spring free.
My cock stands to full attention. I’ve been hard the entire time, but now the effort of restraining myself is so much, I should get a fucking medal for it. Having her buck naked and tied up in front of me after I’ve cut her panties off too, it goes to my head. Her skin is white as alabaster, her body a work of art, those catlike eyes focused on me as if I’m the only man in the world. Fuck, I could get drunk on this.
Thunder claps, and lightning cuts through the room, illuminating her marble-like body in contrast to my large, dark form. Bringing the blade back to her neck, I reach down between her legs.
She sighs with her eyes closed as I slide two fingers between the lips of her pussy, finding her all soaked. Her thighs squirm against my hand in an attempt to control some of the sensation, but I don’t let her. I push through, curling my fingers inside of her.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and come for me, little spy.” The words come out in a deep growl. She creams heavily against my fingers, her hips bucking forward into my touch at the same time as I push the blunt side of the blade into her skin. I wonder if she knows I would never hurt her.
What she must know for sure is that playing with her has just become my favorite thing. I could get addicted to this, to having her writhing on my hand, seeking her own pleasure, while I hold a blade to her neck to up her adrenaline and her pleasure. To see her fall apart for me, watch her quiver with pleasure that only I can give her.
I sink my fingers knuckle-deep inside of her, feeling her walls locking around them. I swallow a groan so she doesn’t realize how badly I want to replace them with my cock. And I could do it. I could fuck her right against this bed post, all I’d have to do is whip my cock out and do it, a big dark monster taking the beautiful maiden. She bares her teeth as she hisses, her head knocking back against the bedpost.
I can’t take it anymore. I ease my fingers out of her pussy, causing her to swear and buck her hips after them, seeking my touch.
