Stalker Problems - Chapter 60 - Better Than Cake #2
Apparently he’d realized what I had earlier.
According to Rule #8, I was at his mercy.
And I had to say I was serious about it, or he might put me right back into the wifey-zone.
Which I could never go back to now that I knew how amazing he felt inside of me.
Damn he was clever! But I could be clever too.
“Of course I’m serious about Rule #8. In fact…you better hope that Angel and Diablo don’t catch us. Because if they do, I have a feeling they’re going to make me do something that you wouldn’t like very much.”
Tanner growled and thrust into me harder.
“But you can stop that from happening if you take me off the market. It’s up to you. Am I still single and ready to mingle? Or am I your loyal girlfriend?”
“I think I’m ready to tell you my secret.”
I didn’t even care about the change of topic. “You are?!” Finally!
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
He paused for a long moment.
This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. I tried to turn so I could see him ask me out. But he was still pinning my arms down. And I was still wearing the stupid blindfold.
“My secret is…” his voice trailed off.
Say it. Please say it.
“I’m in love with you, Ash. I’ve been in love with you ever since I first saw you months ago. And yes, I was the one stalking you, not the other way around.”
I knew it!
He pulled out of me and flipped me back over. He slowly lowered the blindfold from my eyes. “Look, baby. We have an audience.” He grabbed my chin and turned my head toward the kitchen.
I could see Angel and Diablo watching through the window of the swinging door. Oh fuck. I tried to push my dress back into place, but Tanner caught my arms.
“I know you’ve been trying to make me jealous by flirting with them. This is what you wanted, right? For me to claim you?”
God, everything he said somehow made me wetter and wetter. Claim me? Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted.
The corner of his mouth rose slightly as he watched me squirm. “And I also know you love the thought of getting caught. That’s what the Society is all about. Acting out your wildest fantasies. This is one of them, yes? Having an audience?” He lightly bit my bottom lip.
I yelped.
“Do you want me to keep fucking you right in front of them? To show them what they’re missing out on?”
“Tanner…”
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“It’s not a trick. It’s okay, baby. I’ll keep you safe.
They’ll never touch you. This is as close as they’ll ever get.
I’m going to show them what they’re missing out on.
Your lips.” He kissed me hard. “Your tits.” He pinched one of my nipples.
“And your sweet pussy.” He grabbed my hips and thrust his cock back inside of me.
“Tanner!” My fingers dug into his back.
“You’re going to come on my cock. For me. Only for me.”
Jesus.
He thrust faster.
“They’re watching,” he whispered in my ear.
“They so desperately want to be me. They saw you taking my cock and sucking my finger at the same time. That’s what they wanted to do to you.
” He ran his finger through some icing again and shoved it into my mouth.
“Just like this. Using you for their pleasure. But you’re mine, Ash. And you’re only going to please me.”
Fuck. I sucked on his finger at the same time he was thrusting into me.
He was right. About all of it. This was so hot I was about to explode.
I knew he felt the same way about me as I did about him.
But this? It was like his fantasies aligned perfectly with mine.
Because I could feel him getting harder by the second. And I was so close to…
He brushed his fingers against my clit.
And I was coming so hard I think I might have bitten his finger.
He hissed and wrapped his hand around the side of my neck. “Fuck. Ash,” he groaned as he rode out my orgasm.
And as soon as I was able to catch my breath, he pulled out of me. “No one will ever make the mistake of flirting with you again. Because you’re mine.” He started stroking himself. “All mine, Ash. Do you understand me?”
I could barely catch my breath. I just nodded as I watched him stroking himself. I couldn’t think straight with my foggy after sex brain and watching him looking like a Greek God in front of me.
“Say it, baby. I need you to say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You. I’m yours.”
As soon as the words left my mouth he exploded. Shot after shot of cum all over my face and my tits. Again and again. I was freaking drowning in his cum. It was like someone had tossed a glass of water in my face. But it tasted like cookies. Man I loved cookies. And cum. And Tanner.
I was completely drenched. God, if this was his way of claiming me, I was here for it.
“All mine,” he growled.
I went to wipe the cum out of my eyes so I could open them, but he stopped me.
“But unfortunately no one is ever mine for more than one night.”
Wait, what? I felt his lips brush against the side of my neck.
“Because you were right all along, baby. My true secret? You found it in the literature. I’m a vampire. And you’re my dessert.”
I screamed at the top of my lungs as he bit down on the side of my neck. And suddenly I was drenched in cum and blood. I screamed again and tried to push him off but I couldn’t see anything.
“Mistress?!” he yelled. “Mistress! You’re awake!”
I threw out a punch where I thought Tanner’s blood-sucking vampire throat was.
He wheezed. “Ow,” he groaned in a weird British accent.
It was a perfect throat punch. I was finally able to wipe the cum off my eyelids and open them.
I blinked a few times. Who the hell is that?! Because the man next to me was definitely not Tanner.
“Nigel?” I blinked again. I was definitely looking at Nigel, sitting there in his weird little chauffeur uniform.
And then I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Because that meant…that meant I thought Nigel was Tanner.
The weirdest case of mistaken identities ever because they couldn’t look more different.
Oh no. And if I mistook Nigel for Tanner…
that meant Nigel had just done two things to me that he shouldn’t have.
And I think the first one was worse somehow. “Nigel, did you just cum on my face?!”