Fetch

Chapter 10

E verything throbs. My heart, my head, my pussy. Every. Thing. There are too many signs and coincidences. It’s like the universe keeps shoving me toward him. I need to keep going. My desire outweighs my fear.

Meeting Punk Wilder was not on my bingo card today. Running into him twice was fate. I’ve watched all his interviews and skate footage tons of times. And I saw him from far away once… Maybe that’s why he seemed so familiar to me.

He’s a cultural icon even despite his fall from grace. In person, he’s even more charismatic and hot as fuck. Something about him reminded me of Jack. Punk has the same cadence to his tone. The same raspiness. And he commands attention the way Jack does.

And so here I am, drunk as fuck, and waiting for Jack to see my message with that anal plug still wedged inside me. I had to coat it with lube three times before it slid in without hurting. The longer it was in, the more I stretched around it. By the time I left Push, the sensation was making my nipples hard and my pussy tingle.

At one point, I had to lock my legs together just to keep them from shaking. Fuck. I want to cum so fucking bad. And I want to hear Jack’s voice when I do.

I’ve been sitting erect on the edge of my couch with my legs locked at the knee since I got home at one a.m. After taking off my jeans and bustier, I decided to put on the nipple clamps as well.

I pour myself another glass of wine and try not to think about the wetness in my panties. I remind myself that Jack is a murderer, a stalker, and a stranger whose face I’ve never seen. But it’s not enough to keep my clit from spasming. There is something deeply wrong with me.

I jump when my screen pings, and a message alert pops up. I jerk forward to grab my controller, and the plug twists in my anus. “Ohhh. Shit.” I still myself and wait for the fluttering in my pussy to pass. I can’t believe I’m edging myself .

I take a deep breath and click on the message.

Let’s play then, pretty girl.

Heat floods my body when the invite to voice chat follows. It takes everything I have to not grind against the couch. I turn on my headset and mic.

“Do you like my gift?” he asks.

My legs shake. “Yeah,” I rasp.

He breathes heavily into his mic. “I want to see you. Turn on your cam.”

I hesitate for a second, wondering if I should go grab my mask. Fuck. He already knows what I look like. Fuck it. I click it on to see his glow-in-the-dark mask staring back at me. He’s wearing a black hoodie with a baseball cap underneath it.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “You made me angry, Jilly girl. But look at you now… wet and ready for my commands.”

Fucking hell. I’m addicted to this. To the way he degrades and humiliates me for his own twisted amusement. “I want to see your face.”

He clicks his tongue. “Shhh. Not yet. Open your legs. I want to see you enjoy that stretch.”

Oh fuck. Sweat streams down my body as I lean back and slowly pull my legs apart. The farther they spread, the deeper the plug burrows in. I let out a whimper.

“Mmm. You better get used to it, pretty girl. My cock is much bigger than that. And not as gentle.”

A flutter of tingles spread through my core. “Please, Jack. Take off your mask.”

He shakes his head. “Not until I give you your punishment for blocking me.”

For fuck’s sake. I’m going to explode. I’m so close to the edge. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”

He chuckles. “First, I want you to take off your panties and stuff them in your mouth.”

My stomach drops. Holy fuck. I’ve never done anything like this before. He makes me do these things, and I let him. I slide my panties down and off. As I bring them toward my mouth, I can smell my own arousal. Fuck. He sits quietly, waiting, expecting me to obey. And I do.

A deep moan escapes me as I taste myself.

“Yeah. That’s my naughty little slut. Suck those panties clean. You like the taste, don’t you?” He leans forward as if he’s trying to get a closer look. “Mmm. I know you do.”

My head buzzes from the alcohol, making me dizzy. I lean forward to stop the spinning.

“Now I want you to reach down between your legs. Can you do that for me? Slide the plug out halfway and then push it back in deeper. As far as you can get it.”

I’m practically hyperventilating. My pussy aches, my nipples are swollen, and my jaw is tingling from the salivation. As I pull the plug slowly out, my toes curl. I bite back a moan as the ribbed edges rub against my tender entrance.

“Hold on, pretty girl. Turn around so I can watch.”

Fucking hell. I can barely breathe as I flip around. On my knees, I brace one hand on the top of my couch while I continue. There’s something so hot about him watching me obey him.

“I can’t wait to wrap my lips around that now that it’s been inside you. Good girl. Now push it all the way in for me. Let me see how you stretch.”

I bite down hard on my tongue through my black lace thong, drawing blood. The plug makes me feel so full, I can’t imagine what his cock could do. I shudder as little pricks of electricity skate across the backs of my thighs. What the fuck? Oh, god. It’s vibrating .

I white-knuckle the back of the couch as I moan around my panties.

“Even from here, I control your pleasure, pretty girl. Mmm. I love seeing you submit,” he admits.

I rub my pussy against the cushions while the plug buzzes deep inside me. I feel feral, wild, like a rabid fucking animal who needs to be put down. My hips are in mid-roll when he increases the intensity. A deep growl unleashes from my throat. I slide up and down the fabric in a fury, desperate for my release.

“Shhh, relax, baby. You’re getting too worked up.” He turns off the vibration to the plug. “Take deep breaths and calm down.”

I spit my panties out as a flash of rage sparks through me. I need to cum . “You’ve done this to me,” I pant. “ You got me worked up.”

He chuckles. “You did this, Roxy. You sat around all night waiting for me with your ass stuffed. You’re a wild thing that needs to be tamed. That needs to be broken in. It’s a good thing I’m here now.”

Is he right? He didn’t tell me to put the nipple clamps on. I did that to myself. I’m so consumed with need and ache. I shake my head, annoyed with myself. No. He’s manipulating me again. “Fuck you, Jack,” I hiss.

I wrap my pink fuzzy blanket around me and spin back around. “Fuck. You.”

He leans back. “You’re mad. But you know I’m right. I’m the god you’ve been praying for. The one who’s going to always bring you to your knees and make you cum harder than you ever have. I’m the one who will worship this sacred vow between us. What we are is smoke and fire. Stop trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to get burned. I know you crave my control. So fucking submit .”

No. I don’t want to be this way. Why do I enjoy this so much? It’s sick and twisted and filthy. And I refuse to submit to a faceless man.

“Not until you take off your mask,” I grit out.

He lets out a deep sigh. “Not tonight, Roxy. You’re not ready.”

Ugh. I could fucking scream. I snicker back at him. “Take it off right now or else I’m blocking you for real. No takebacks. I will never play this game with you again.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Don’t be a brat.”

I gasp. “How dare you? I have every right to know who you really are. You don’t get to stalk me all over town and then expect me to just give in. I will not play with shadows.”

He stares at the screen silently for what seems like forever while I sit here shivering. I’m running out of patience. The more time that passes, the less I believe he’s going to give me what I want.

I sigh. “Goodbye, Jack.” I turn off the camera and my headset before he can respond. And then I block him. Again.

I toss and turn, sweating under the blankets. My head pounds and my heart races as I fight the spins. I’ve been in and out of restless sleep for what feels like an eternity. A purgatory of exhaustion, anxiety, and inebriation. I try to convince myself that it was the half joint I smoked and not the six cocktails and bottle of wine I pounded. But it was both. Ugh. I’m never drinking again.

As I turn toward my nightstand to reach for my water, my ass throbs. Oh no. I reach in between my legs and find the anal plug still inside. Fuck. I can’t believe I passed out before removing it.

I slide my panties off, spread my legs, and take a deep breath. Fuck, this is going to hurt.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” a voice rasps in the dark.

I freeze. Oh shit. Fuck. My breath hitches as my adrenaline kicks up three levels. My heart races. He’s here. He’s in my fucking house.

Jack stalks toward my bed, tall with broad shoulders and energy so dominant he could force molecules to split.

He towers over me, his mask glowing. “I didn’t give you permission to take that out yet.”

“Please… don’t murder me.” My chest heaves as I fight to catch my breath, which feels impossible with my heart beating out of control.

He brushes a matted strand off my forehead with his gloved hand. “I’ll take off the mask if you agree to submit. And I mean, for real this time, Roxy.”

My endorphins spike, mixing my emotions into a toxic blender of fear, arousal, and curiosity. All I’ve wanted since this game began is to see his face. To see the man who can shatter me with just his voice. But what am I giving up? What the fuck will happen to me if I surrender?

He drags his leather fingers down my cheek, then my jaw. I gasp as he wraps his hand around my throat. “You’re just as obsessed as I am. Quit prolonging the inevitable and submit. Then we can play for real.”

I shudder as he controls my pulse, my heart rate, and the tingling in my traitorous fucking pussy. Fucking Stockholm syndrome bullshit . This is what I’ve fantasized about. Dreamed about. And now he’s here, in the flesh, ready to break me to his will. But I’m more afraid that he’ll leave if I say no.

“Okay, Jack.” I put my hands above my head and whisper, “I submit.”

He shivers as he releases a deep breath. “Good because I’m done playing with my food. I’m ready to eat.”

Fucking hell. He’s going to be the death of me. Hopefully not literally. He removes his gloves first. A familiar tattoo catches my eye. A black heart on his thumb. Did I see his hands in the video chat earlier? My memory is hazy under the weight of a long list of alcoholic regrets.

My belly flutters as he slowly unties the mask from his head. “There’s no turning back now, pretty girl.”

I gasp as he lets it drop to the floor, revealing his face. The face of Punk fucking Wilder . Holy hell. Now I remember the black heart tattoo on his hand. “I don’t understand. Earlier, at the record store, and at the club… you tricked me. You lied to me .” I wonder if this would shock me less if I were sober. Or maybe it would just make me angrier.

He licks his lips. “I’ve never lied to you. You heard and saw what you wanted to.” He leans over me and places his hands on either side of my head. “But your body knew what your mind couldn’t figure out.”

Every nerve ending on my skin feels stripped, raw, and delicate like a live wire. I ball my fists into the sheets, clenching the silky fabric to brace myself against the onslaught of sensory overload. “You’ve been stalking me since the party at Joystick.” It’s not a question. I know it in my bones.

He retreats back, taking a seat on the black velvet chair by the window, the one I usually drape my clothes on when I’m too lazy to hang them up. But I was so drunk earlier that they didn’t make it past the floor.

He leans back and spreads his legs. “I noticed you the second you walked in. I watched you all night, wishing I was the straw you puckered your lips around. Craving every inch of you—your throaty laugh, wanting those devilish smirks reserved only for me… desperate to lick the peaches and cream off your skin.”

My stomach knots while my clit spasms. My body is confused, terrified, and turned on. Fuck. “What else happened that night, Punk? What else did you see?”

He takes off his ballcap and runs his long, slender fingers through his dirty-blond strands. “I saw you bolt down the stairs toward the bathrooms. So I followed. I waited. I paced back and forth as more and more women came out. But not you. Women who had gone in after you came out. I knew something wasn’t right.”

The acrid taste of bile coats the back of my throat as I remember that creep’s hands up my skirt. “The line was too long, so I went next door to the gas station,” I murmur.

His hazel eyes darken, narrowing at me. “You shouldn’t have left by yourself.”

My hands tremble and ache as I bunch the bedsheets tighter. “I know.”

“When I threw the back door open, you ran past me so fast… you were in shock. Scared. Distraught. And when I saw the look on that pig’s face, I knew that he violated you… I knew you were mine and that I would brutally slaughter anyone who dares to touch you.”

Shivers crawl up my spine while juices leak from my pussy. He murdered a man in cold blood for me. That death is on both of us. But it doesn’t make me angry or terrified like it should. His behavior is erratic, possessive, and unhinged… and I like it.

“I never believed that he jumped to his death… Thank you.”

He smirks. “That’s what your god does for you, pretty girl. Now it’s time for your holy sacrament.”

My pulse kicks up another notch when he gets up and stalks back over to the bed. “Turn onto your stomach.”

Trembling, I do as he says. I draw in a sharp breath when he skates his fingers up the back of my thighs. “What are you going to do to me?”

He runs his palms over my ass cheeks. “Well, first I’m going to take this plug out. You’ve been such a good girl holding it for me.”

I whimper as his fingers probe my entrance.

“Shhh, relax.” He grips the plug and slowly twists it in circles. “Mmm. Look at that stretch. You’re almost ready for more.”

Spasms burst in my core as he plays with the plug, rotating it from side to side while inching it in and out. “Please…”

He spreads my ass apart. I shiver as I feel the tip of his tongue lash between my cheeks. He grips the plug with his teeth and yanks it out.

A whimper escapes my throat. I miss the feel of it already. The way it rubbed against my tender flesh, stimulating every nerve.

Punk chuckles. “Don’t be sad, pretty girl. Tomorrow, you’re getting a new one. Every day you’ll get a bigger one. I have to break you in first before you can handle my cock.”

“ Fuck ,” I whimper. My legs shake uncontrollably against the mattress.

He goes back to the chair and sits down. “I brought over some ice cream. I want you to go get it for me.”

I roll over before sitting up. I brace my hands on the side of the bed, my head dizzy. The devious look in his eyes lets me know this is part of the game. The submission.

I start to stand up and he shakes his head. “On your knees, Roxy. You will crawl to the kitchen, get me a bowl of ice cream, and crawl back. Go. Fetch .”

He gets off on humiliating me. And I let him because a sick part of me likes it too. I like the way his gaze hungers for me when I lower myself to the floor. In just a tight white tank top, my ass bare, I crawl across my own bedroom while he sits and watches in silence.

When I get to the kitchen, I stand up just to get the pint of vanilla ice cream out of the freezer, scoop some into a bowl, and grab a spoon. Fuck . I press my forehead against the cold stainless steel of the fridge. How the hell am I going to crawl back with this?