Wicked Stalker (Captives of the Onyx Brotherhood #1)

Twenty-One

Gabriel

I’m a cruel bastard. I gave her a tiny sip of pleasure last night, and now I’m using it to torment her. She’s getting desperate already, sweat breaking out on her skin as she moves into different positions on her knees, trying to find a spot that will give her release.

She won’t.

The effectiveness of the vibrations will start to decrease soon, and I’ll switch them off when they do. I’ll give her body just enough time to come down to normal, then do it again.

And again.

And again.

Fuck.

First things first, though. Her lips need to meet my cock, and if it doesn’t happen soon, I’ll lose the ability to be gentle about it. She stares at my cock like it’s going to leap up and attack her, all wide, anxious eyes, glassy though they are from the vibrations.

Gentle, but not too gentle. She'll need me to be firm to get through this first time. I tap her cheek. “Open up. ”

She closes her eyes and draws in a long breath, still shifting about on her knees. I slide my hand into her hair and guide her down. The urge to jam right to the back of her throat is strong, but I force myself to hold back.

“Just use your tongue and explore. You can’t do it wrong.”

Her tongue stretches out, delicate and pink, and touches the tip of my cock. The contact is electric, and I can't take my eyes from Eve as she swirls it around, experimenting just as I told her to.

My girl.

She glances up at me as if looking for my approval. That look shoots me straight in the heart. I've never seen anything so beautiful.

It's hard to speak, but she needs me to, so I do. “That's it. Now swallow me down. You can do it.”

She looks back down to her task, opens her mouth, and wraps her lips around my cock.

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

She's nervous and slow, but I don't care. I'd wait a year for her. A fucking century. I groan and stroke my fingers through her hair as she hits halfway, then slides back up. “That's it. Just like that. Deep as you can.”

She's never done this before. I feel bad about how much that turns me on. Mine is the first cock those lips have ever touched, and the only one they ever will. I own that mouth, those lips, and the girl herself, chained to my desk.

The power of it, the overwhelming possession, makes my head spin as I settle back in my chair to enjoy the experience.

She moves again, and this time finds a slow, faltering rhythm. It's torture, but in the best possible way. At this rate, it'll take me an hour to come, but it doesn't matter. She's going to spend the whole day practicing.

“That's good, Eve. You're doing so well.”

I keep up a steady stream of encouragement as she works me, gradually finding a better rhythm. Her jaw must be aching by now, but I'm not going to take over and finish things quickly. She's figuring me out.

I sit, lost in the pleasure of it. I don't know how much time passes before she finally finds the right speed and pressure. My breathing picks up, body tensing as I feel the edge of release come into view.

“Just like that. Almost there.”

The comment spurs her on, and she keeps up the perfect rhythm as desire turns to driving need. I tense and groan, gripping the seat to keep my hands away from her head. “There. Like that. Like—”

My orgasm hits me all at once, balls tightening and my release shooting out, filling Eve’s throat. She doesn't pull away. I groan as pleasure and satisfaction surge through me. “Eve. Fuck. Yes.”

I'm gripping her hair. When did I do that? I'm holding her pressed to me, and even when I realize what I'm doing, I don't let her go. I want to remember this forever, scorch it into my heart for all eternity.

She starts to struggle, and I keep her in place for a few more seconds before I release my grip.

She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, blinking. I bend, sliding my hands down her back and kissing her head, and she trembles.

The vibrations. I shut them off, and she makes a plaintive noise that shoots directly to my cock. If I hadn't just come, I'd be hard all over again.

“That was amazing. Perfect. You're a fast learner.”

She breathes deep, her desperation palpable. I can't help but make it a little bit worse. “If you weren't being punished, I'd make you come right now. I want to. But rules are rules.”

Her head drops, and she rests on my knee as if exhausted. It's an intimate position, and my resolve almost softens. She's done so well. Doesn't she deserve a reward?

No. Don't be weak.

I kiss her head again, then gently shift her off me as I get to my feet. “I'll get you some water, we'll take a break, and then it's back to work.”

She's shifted onto her back, the only restful position open to her with her legs still forced wide apart, and watches me through tired eyes. “Back to work?”

“Of course. Round two.”

***

The four hours fly by for me, though I'd bet it feels like an eternity to my poor Eve. I go through the cycle three more times. Rest, tease her with the vibrations until she's almost in tears, make her work on me until I shoot down her throat, then rest again. Rinse and repeat.

By the end, she's trembling and her words have lost all coherence. She slumps over my leg, and I pet her hair, more sated and relaxed than I can ever remember. She's worked so hard, and punishment time is finally over. I can give her a reward.

“Lie down on your back.”

She looks up at me, eyes bleary, but still manages to ask, “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

She frowns at that, and it warms me to see that little scrap of defiance still there. She doesn’t argue, though, and I help her down to the floor, on her back. The bar keeps her legs spread.

She's absolutely drenched. Her thighs are coated, her clit swollen and red. She'll come in an instant, but that's fine by me. She's waited long enough. She moans as I grip the end of the vibrator and pull it from her.

Her body goes limp as soon as she's free of the vibrations. I give her a moment to settle, then touch it to her clit.

Her eyes shoot open, and she makes a strangled noise as if I've done something painful. That reaction doesn't last long, though. In the next breath, her back arches, and she gasps, fingers clenching on nothing.

“Do you want this? You want to come? Tell me, or I'll stop.”

“No! Please.” It ends on a sob. “I do.”

“Good.” I press harder, and her breaths pick up, turning into a moan as she detonates. Her body spasms, shuddering, and her eyes close, face screwed up as though she's concentrating. It's such an adorable, serious expression, and I fucking love it. I want to see it every damn day.

I let her ride the pleasure out, watching for the moment her body starts to fight the vibrations. I pull it away, then shut off the sound. The silence lies heavy over both of us as Eve’s breathing gradually returns to normal.

I could push it and force more orgasms on her until she begs me to stop, but I like her in a needy state craving pleasure. And she looks absolutely exhausted. Who could blame her? She gives a satisfied sigh, eyes closing, and all at once, she seems so vulnerable on my floor. Her eyes flicker open as I remove her collar.

“Until next time.” I hold the collar up to her gaze, then place it down in full view. No more hiding it. I want her to see it every day. Then I wrap my arms under her, pick her up, and carry her to the sofa. God, she’s so soft against me.

She snuggles into the cushions like she belongs there, and by the time I return with a blanket, she’s fast asleep. I wait for a while, making sure she isn’t faking, but the undignified snort she lets out as she turns over convinces me. No one would fake that. I drop a final kiss on her temple and resolve to spend a couple of hours getting my shit together.

Kendrick has given me leave from my work to focus on Eve right up until the ceremony, but that doesn’t mean it’s ceased to exist completely. I gave my assistant the task of working out some projection models, and I’m excited to see them—the next phase is moving from nanoparticles to larger sections of matter. Still microscopic, but less so.

I fire up my PCs and spend a couple of hours working through the models, anticipation growing with each calculation. It’s looking good. This might actually work. I check on Eve regularly, but she’s still wiped out. I have to keep reminding myself it was only yesterday that I drugged her and brought her here. She’s still recovering.

Once my attention starts to fade, I take a break and check my neglected phone. Messages from Seb and Jacob. An actual apology from Seb for being a dick—I should print that one out and frame it. And a lecture from Jacob about being more careful, which I need to take to heart.

Eve is smart. She knows I’m the only person here who really cares about her. What seems like compliance might just be a ruse to gain my trust. I have to watch everything she does.

My heart sinks as my phone beeps with a message from my dad. It’s been years since we were close, but our relationship has tanked over the past few months to the point where seeing his name pop up lands a boulder of sick dread in my stomach. His gambling has gone from bad to worse, and all he does is berate me for not giving him more money.

He’s even been hitting Mom up for cash, though they haven’t spoken in years. She had to call the police to get him to leave. Last message, he called me a selfish, ungrateful prick he was ashamed to call his son.

I steel myself and open the message. A photo jumps out first. My dad, tied to a chair, a gun pressed to his temple. Sweat shines on his bald head, and his eyes are wide and terrified.

What the fuck? My hand shakes as I try to read the attached message.

ANONYMOUS: Gabriel. Your father tells me you can pay his debts. He owes me $1.5 million dollars, and I expect you to deposit it into the below account by 7pm today, or he’s dead.