You stalk, I stalk #2
It’s like someone flicked a switch because this isn’t the boy who squirted whipped cream on my nose or who tells me stupid jokes.
This is the man who escaped from a maximum-security prison.
Who strangles people with his bare hands.
Who took over my life because he thinks I belong to him. This is the Vigilante Choker.
My gaze darts to my closed laptop. “I, uh, just read it somewhere.”
Flynn follows my eyeline. The chair scrapes as he stands up and stalks towards me. “Have you been looking me up, Lilac?”
Danger plays in his eyes as he stares down at me.
I lift a shoulder and tip up my chin. “Fair’s fair. You stalk me, I… cyber stalk you.”
Flynn’s lip ticks up, a low chuckle rolling from his chest. He steps in closer and places his hands on either side of my hips, caging me in. “And what did you find, sweetheart?”
My stomach flips, the way his tongue curls around the word “sweetheart” making my panties damp. “That at least two of your victims were members of the Kings Society.”
Any trace of amusement drops away and between one blink and the next Flynn’s hand is around my neck.
I breathe through my nose, my heart racing a mile a minute. I shouldn’t like this, but I do. The dangerous look in his eyes. The pressure of his fingers on my pulse. The way he tilts my head back ever so slightly like my body is his to control.
“You shouldn’t know that name,” he says, the words wrapped in a warning. “You shouldn’t be looking into anything.”
I swallow against his palm. The edge of fear chases down my spine but it’s different than it was with Tommy.
This fear feels good. and maybe I’m crazy or maybe it’s the fact that I kind of like it but nothing in me wants to back down.
“You shouldn’t have broken into my house.
Shouldn’t be tracking my location or watching me on hidden cameras.
” I raise a brow. “I could go on if you like. Between us we have a lot of shouldn’ts. ”
Flynn runs his tongue over his lips, a flicker in his eye like I’m playing with fire. He steps in closer, his hips pressing against mine as he guides my head to the side and brings his lips to my ear. “I think you like it when I watch you. Just like you enjoy having my hand around your neck.”
“I don’t,” I bite out on instinct, the denial bitter in my mouth.
Flynn’s grip on my throat tightens. “If you’re going to lie, Lilac, I won’t let you speak.” He squeezes tighter, stopping my words, blocking my air for just one long moment before letting me breathe once more.
“Now, let’s try that again.” Flynn’s hand cups my core. “If I check between your pretty thighs right now, sweetheart, will I find you wet?”
My body is clearly my enemy because a gush of arousal dampens my panties at his question, but I pin my mouth shut, refusing to answer.
“Oh Lilac, this is going to be a problem.” Keeping one hand around my neck, Flynn drags his knuckles over my jeans, teasing my core.
A pitiful whimper slips from my lips.
He draws his fingers back and forth. “Looking into things you shouldn’t be is a dangerous game. One that has consequences.”
He shifts the hand on my throat, splaying his fingers across my cheek and drawing my gaze back to his. “What else have you discovered?”
I’m on the edge of melting into a puddle but I breathe through the heady arousal and try to focus. “Nothing.”
Flynn tsks. “What did I say would happen if you lied?”
“I—” Any protests I may have get cut off when Flynn tightens his grip.
“No more talking unless I ask you another question.”
I narrow my eyes at him. The urge to point out that he did ask me a question pushes at me, but the pressure of his fingers on my throat keep me quiet.
“Good girl.”
He reaches up and brushes my wavy hair off my face, his thumb whispering over my cheekbone. “You’re beautiful when you behave. Too bad you’ve worked your way into a punishment. Last chance to tell me what you discovered.”
Technically, that’s not a question and after the way he reacted to the Kings Society I’m not sure telling him what I found is a good idea, so I stay quiet.
Flynn chuckles low. “I’ve tortured a lot of people, but I get the feeling torturing you is going to be so much more fun. Now where do you keep that vibrator of yours, sweetheart?”
I’m tempted not to answer but he squeezes his hand over my pussy in warning. “In my bedside table,” I say, the confession rushing out.
Flynn lets go and steps back. “Show me.”
I think something might be wrong with me because I mourn the loss of contact but then his palm settles on the small of my back as he guides me through the house.
The rug in my bedroom is soft under my socks, and I turn around to face Flynn, my hands finding his chest. Now my brain has cleared a little, doubt has dug its way in and I chew at my cheek. “What are we doing exactly?”
Flynn arches a dark brow and picks up the camisole I left on my bed. “I am getting answers and seeing as you can’t follow a simple rule, you’re getting gagged.”
My eyes widen. “I don’t think—” I don’t have time to think though. I don’t have time to do anything because Flynn twists the camisole in his hands, spins me around, and gags me with it, knotting the material at the back of my head. I reach up to pull it down but Flynn grabs my wrists in his hand.
“Nuh uh.” He turns me around and walks me backwards until my calves hit the bed and I lose my balance.
I land on the comforter and Flynn stretches my arms up above me.
“Hands stay above your head. If I see you reaching for the gag, this little interrogation will border closer to the painful side of pleasure than I think you’re ready for right now. Nod if you understand.”
My nostrils flare. I work my tongue around the cotton gag and curl my hands into fists. A million thoughts and feelings race through my mind but maybe the most terrifying one is that I want this to happen.
I know what that means, what I’m admitting.
Once could be chalked up to a late night reckless decision but if I let him touch me again, there’s no going back.
And I would be letting him. Flynn may be taking control, but I know that I could stop this if I wanted to.
Maybe I’m foolish for believing he’d listen to me, but I know in my bones that Flynn won’t touch me if I don’t want him to.
I’m just not sure I can bring myself to admit that I do want him to. I want him.
Flynn just waits me out though until, eventually, I dip my chin.
He smirks lazily. “So she can obey. Good girl.”
Flynn walks over to my bedside table and I lie on the bed, my chest rising with each breath.
The soft buzzing sound when he turns on my vibrator wand makes my toes curl.
He turns it off again and lays it next to me before going back to the end of the bed.
He leans over me, resting his elbows on the mattress as he presses a gentle kiss to my jeans.
I gasp into the gag when he undoes the button.
“These will need to go, don’t you think?”
I nod, my hair brushing against the sheets.
Flynn taps my hip and I lift up, letting him draw the jeans down my legs and off onto the floor.
I look down, watching his gaze turn hooded as he runs his palm up my thigh, digging his fingers in till I feel it in my core.
“So fucking soft, Lilac.” He turns his face into my thigh, kissing and sucking enough to distract me as he reaches for the vibrator.
“Now, I believe I asked you a question. How did you learn about the Kings Society?”
I stare at him as if to say “um, hello, gagged here” but Flynn just smirks in that lopsided way and presses the vibrator to my core.
I jerk against the sudden intensity, but Flynn pins my thigh against the bed, forcing me to take it.
Waves of pleasure roll through me as he slides the toy over my quickly dampening panties.
Concentration adorns his face with each subtle shift of the vibrator. He moves it around, experimenting with the pressure until he finds the spot that has me gasping, my back arching. “There we go,” he murmurs.
He holds the vibrator there, increasing the intensity until my leg is shaking against his palm. I’m on the edge of climaxing when he takes the vibrator away. I whimper into the gag.
Flynn dips his head, star-dusting kisses across my inner thighs and around my core, just shy of where I need him. He keeps going, his lips soothing and tormenting in equal measure until the throbbing in my pussy has calmed. Then he turns on the vibrator and starts again.
This time, when I’m trembling on the edge, Flynn reaches up and pulls down the gag.
“How do you know about the Kings Society?”
Fucker.
I wet my lips, the pleasure coiling in my core making it hard to focus.
“Lilac…” Flynn’s gaze darkens in warning, and he turns the vibrator up a level.
“An article,” I gasp. “I read an article about secret societies. Please, Flynn, I need— I need to come.”
He circles the vibrator over my clit and I crane my neck, my mouth caught open.
“And what makes you think I have anything to do with that particular society?”
I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms because I’m so damn close. “Please, Flynn.”
“I asked a question, Hazel.”
When I don’t answer, the vibrator clicks off.
“No, no,” I babble. “Don’t stop.”
“Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Flynn reaches up, his fingers curling around the camisole tied to my neck.
“Open.” The cold displeasure on his face sends a shiver through me and I do as I’m told, letting him put the gag back in place.
His gaze softens and he dips low, his lips dusting the shell of my ear.
“Just remember, you told me not to stop.”