Chapter 12
T he word orgasm doesn’t justify the explosion in my core. There is nothing that can fully make sense of the sensations ripping through my body. In this moment, I’m locked in with him, sinking deeper and deeper into his transcendence.
I should be angry with him for uprooting my entire life. For stalking me, haunting my dreams, then tying me up and touching me while I slept. In theory, he’s kidnapped me. Violated me. But is it wrong if I don’t want him to stop?
Punk glides his wet fingers up and over my belly. He draws circles around my nipples, causing them to harden and ache. With a smirk on his face, he rakes them over my chest, my neck, and then pushes them into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own arousal. A deep moan billows out of me as I suck the salt and cum off his skin.
As he presses down on my tongue, he thrusts two new fingers inside my pussy. I arch back and spread my legs as far as I can, allowing him to get deeper.
“We’re insatiable together,” he declares.
The stretch in my ass deepens the pressure in my core. I can feel him in my lower back, my belly, my fucking throat. His fingers slide back, and I convulse, gagging around them. But I’m distracted by the way he pushes against my G-spot. I forget to breathe for a second and almost black out.
“I will take you to hell and back, pretty girl. Hell is so much sweeter. Fuck, you feel so good when you surrender.” He palms my pussy and squeezes it.
A feral sound escapes my throat, so monstrous I startle myself. I bite down on his fingers, drawing blood, as I roll my hips and grind against him. We lock eyes as I cum all over his hand.
My heart skips. He’s fucking gorgeous . Photos don’t do him justice. Neither did the lighting at Push that night we bumped into each other. Dirty-blond hair with waves I want to run my fingers through and eyes the lightest shade of hazel I’ve ever seen. Not to mention a jawline I want to suck on and thick lips that turn my nipples into live wires. This man looks like a god.
“I will wake you up like this every morning.” He slowly draws his fingers away and sits back on his heels. He tilts his head to the side, studying my face. “If I untie you, do you promise to stay with me?”
I lick my lips, my throat dry. “Yes… but only if you promise to let me come and go as I please.”
His devilish smirk returns. “Of course, you can, Roxy. You’re not a prisoner. Besides, I will always be watching you. I can’t risk anything happening to my pretty girl.”
My belly does a little flip. Why the fuck does the idea of getting stalked by my own boyfriend turn me on? Fuck. Punk Wilder is my boyfriend now. “Good because I have a job that I semi-like and friends who I love hanging out with.”
He leans over and unties my left wrist, chuckling to himself. “Well, just so you know, those two idiots you work with are the ones who told me your name and gamertag. I might have to have a little chat with them about that.”
My stomach drops. “What the fuck? I’m going to murder them myself.”
Punk wraps a hand around my throat and hovers over me. “Shhh, relax. Don’t get worked up. We’ll spare them since they helped bring us together.”
I take short breaths as his grip tightens. A spasm flutters deep inside. Oh fuck. That’s unexpected. “Okay,” I rasp. Part of me wants to fight back so I can cum again. But I’m starving and need to pee. Not sure which order I want to do those in yet.
He frees my other wrist but stays straddling me. Something feral flashes in his eyes. “Those who exist outside these walls are nothing but pathetic sheep. They don’t deserve to be in your presence. I tolerate it because it’s what you want. But if anyone crosses a line, I will skin them alive. Remember that every time you leave this penthouse.”
It’s a warning, not a threat. Every person I come into contact with is in danger at all times. I shudder as I stare back at him. My juices trickle from my entrance, wetting my thighs. This is a brutal kind of love. One that has already started to consume me. His possessiveness makes me feel powerful, not weak. The tighter his grip, the harder I fall. The more I want to prove to him that I’m worthy of his obsession.
With my hands free, I slide them under his shirt and finger the ridges of his perfectly chiseled abs. “The world is at our mercy.”
He grins and presses his soft lips against mine, a sweet kiss from a violent man who can shatter me just by looking at me. I lean into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck as our tongues find each other. It’s a chaotic swirl of emotions that plays out in our fiery mouths.
I moan as our kiss deepens, clawing my fingers through his hair, desperate to swallow every drop of his saliva. I want his essence inside me. I wish I could crawl inside him and rest inside his bones. To feel his skin as my skin.
The grumble of my belly makes him pause. He chuckles. “I need to feed you. Come. Let me show you where I’ve put your things. I’ll make you breakfast while you’re getting dressed.”
It takes me a few minutes to stabilize myself as I get up from the bed. His devotion has made me dizzy and lightheaded. I’m running on a high of lust and adrenaline. But I need actual sustenance so I don’t pass out.
I gasp when we enter the living room. It’s massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows. I press my naked body against the glass and look down. “You can see the whole city from here.”
He nestles up behind me, his cock pulsing against my lower back. “Roxy, if you don’t get dressed right now, you’re going to starve to death. Because I will fuck you against this window for the next three hours.”
Oh fuck. I don’t know how we’re ever going to keep our hands off each other. I let out a little sigh. “Starving doesn’t sound so bad when you put it like that.” I slither out of his embrace. “But you’re right. Show me the rest.”
He leads me into another primary bedroom except there isn’t a bed. The center of the room is occupied by multiple stacks of boxes. To the left is a door that leads into an ensuite bathroom. And next to that is another door that opens up to a closet the size of my old apartment. All my clothes are hung up neatly and arranged by color.
He leans against the doorframe. “I had the movers hang up your clothes to my liking, but I figured you didn’t want them rifling through your things again. You can put them anywhere you want in our house.”
Our house . That was going to take some getting used to. Other than my piece-of-shit stepfather, I’ve never lived with a man before. “Thank you, Punk. I’ll just wash up a little and meet you in the kitchen?”
He stalks behind me again and squeezes my ass. “Yes, it’s just off the living room.” He slips his fingers inside my anus and curls them around the plug. “We can play with this again later, pretty girl.”
I grab onto the closet’s doorframe to brace myself. Tingles spread through my core as he pulls on it. It’s a mixture of relief and ache. I clench around the last bead, not quite ready to lose the sensation.
He caresses my belly with his free hand as he twists the tip of the plug in circles a few times. “I got you a whole set of these, pretty girl,” he croons in my ear. “All different sizes and shapes.” He teases my entrance with it, pushing and pulling back and forth.
I whimper and press my forehead against the frame. Sweat beads on my temples. “Can you give me another one after breakfast? Please, Punk…”
His breath is hot on my face. “Yes, baby… but only if you let me feed you.”
I nod furiously. I’ll promise him anything. I’ll give him anything . Just to always feel like this.
He twists the plug one more time before pulling it out. He sweeps my hair to the side and nuzzles my neck. “You’re doing so good. The more you submit, the greater the rewards.”
A shiver dances across my back. There is no going back now. I belong to this man. Body, mind, and soul—I’m his.
Punk prepares our plates at the center island, shirtless and barefoot. His hair is damp, and he smells of powdery soap and fresh linen. He grins over at me when I walk in, freshly showered as well. Dressed in black yoga pants and a thin white tank top, I wonder how long before he strips me out of them. I love being naked with him. I crave it.
“After the first time I followed you, after catching your scent, I stocked all the bathrooms with peach soaps and body washes. I even had a bowl of peaches in here. And every time I ate one, I’d imagine it was your sweet cunt. I’m going to eat it off you next time. Can you imagine? All those juices dripping together… Mmm.”
My face flushes, spreading a feverish heat across my skin. I’m suddenly shy, nervous by the way he looks at me. The way he speaks. “I… yes.” How does one respond to that? Like yes, please. Right fucking now. You can absolutely use that insanely hot tongue of yours to lick peach juice out of my pussy. Good lord.
He winks and motions to the barstool. “Sit. Food’s ready.” He carries a bowl of fresh fruit, yogurt, and granola to me, holding a spoonful of it between us. “No more junk food except on cheat days. Now open up, pretty girl.”
I smile and take the creamy bite into my mouth. He’s making me better and healthier. “You’re so good to me. I knew you would be.”
He caresses my throat. “I love watching you swallow.”
“I love watching you ,” I murmur.
He drags my stool closer to his and leans forward. “I know, pretty girl… I know everything .” He drags his thumb across my lower lip, tugging it down. “I followed your breadcrumbs. Every tasty little morsel you left for me to find…”
My breath quickens. Fuck. The blood in my head rushes to my feet. “What are you—”
His grip around my throat tightens, restricting my airflow. “Shhh. I saw you, Roxy. The day of my accident. You were there in the crowd… How could I forget your pretty face?” He licks the side of my cheek, slowly dragging his tongue from my jaw up to my temple. “ You made sure Vinyl Delights sponsored the party at Joystick because you were hoping I’d show up. Am I right?”
Fuck. Stars dot my vision as his fingers dig into the sides of my neck. He knows . I claw at his hand, but it’s no use. I’m at his mercy. Tears stream down my cheeks.
He laps them up with his sinful tongue. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. Your obsession brought me back to life. And now you’re mine to do whatever I want with.”
“When did you know?” I rasp.
“Oh, my lovely little fangirl… I knew the second I saw you. And then when those idiots revealed everything about you… You inspired my gamertag. The Jack to your Jill . Isn’t it clever?” He releases my throat only to grab the back of my head and yank me forward till I’m standing between his legs. He smirks as he gazes down at me. “I knew I had to keep you. No one loves me the way you do, pretty girl. And now nothing will ever come between us.”
Fuck. I never thought in a million years that he’d actually notice me. I ball my fists to keep my fingers from trembling. He set the trap and I walked right into it. “I’ve had a crush on you for so long. I should’ve told you that last night… You’re not angry?”
He frees his cock from his sweatpants and rolls his thumb over the tip, coaxing his pre cum out. “How could I be angry with my Jilly girl? The way you worship me at my altar, my obedient little disciple. Mmm, you’ve got me so obsessed. But if you ever try to leave me, I’ll kill you.”
My belly flutters as my juices soak my panties. “Never. I promise, Punk. I won’t leave you.”
He fingers my lips. “Shhh, on your knees.”
I lower myself to the floor in between his legs. “Punish me.”
His eyes light up and that devilish smirk returns. “Oh, I plan to. Open your mouth and relax your throat. Yeah, just like that. My naughty little slut.”
I flinch as he thrusts his thick veiny cock all the way in, hitting the back of my throat with violent force. I gasp for breath as he holds my head and slowly fucks my mouth. I roll my tongue over every ridge, moaning through the tears that spill down my cheeks.
“This isn’t just a crush , Roxy. It’s a holy fucking sacrament. And you will drink every drop of my cum as your penance.” Thrust . “Oh, baby. Fuck.” Thrust . “We’re gonna do really bad fucking things together.”
He punishes my mouth, bruising my lips and the insides of my cheeks. My teeth rake against his shaft, which only makes him moan louder. Over and over, each thrust hits harder than the last as he claims me. I suck and lick, feral for the taste of him.
I gag as his cum bursts in my mouth. My throat convulses as I try to swallow and fight for air at the same time. I dig my nails into his thighs and take slow deep breaths through my nose.
“Thatta girl. Fuck. Drink the nectar from your god.” He wraps his hand around my throat so he can feel it bob in his hand.
I don’t stop until I’ve sucked him clean. Breathless and dizzy, I lean against him. “I love the way you taste.”
He tilts my chin up to look into my eyes. “I love you , pretty girl.”
A warm tingling spreads like wildfire in my belly. “I love you too.” He’s mine. Punk Wilder is finally mine .