Tyrant Stalker (Tyrant Dynasty 2)

But I can't.

I should, I want to, and yet I can't.

All I want is to keep going, keep sucking, keep stealing his orgasms until they all belong to me.

"Please," I whisper, my eyes going to his. "Feed me."

"Fucking hell," he grunts, closes his eyes, and then grips me by the hair. His eyes remain closed as he forces my mouth down on his dick, deeper, closer, until he's filled me completely. He keeps me that way, unable to breathe, smelling his scent, becoming his toy. "Right there, little bird, don't you dare fucking stop."

I choke on his length and sputter but he doesn't stop. Long ropes of saliva drip down my chest and I turn my eyes up to his to show him how much I love this. We're caught in this moment now, with no one to witness what we're doing, with no one to judge us. And I can finally be myself, give him everything, like I've always longed to do.

A silent tear drips down my face as he pushes his cock deeper, deeper still until he hits the back of my throat.

It's sick, fucked up and twisted.

And yet I can't help the orgasm racking through my body as I feel him get closer. His cock jerks in my mouth, ready to spill, ready to give me everything I've ever dreamt of.

But at the last moment, Nox pulls back.

He groans and I cry out at the loss of him, watching him walk backwards until his back hits the wall. He curses and grabs his cock just as it explodes, spraying the air and the floor with his seed.

We watch each other, our breaths labored as he pulls up his boxers and jeans and zips them back up.

"That was the first and last time you disobey me," he growls at me. "I have to punish you now."

"You're the one that came in here," I hiss. "You're the one who couldn't fucking resist me."

"I'm locking you in, Dove. You won't see me again."

"You said that the first time," I remind him sweetly.

It takes him three steps to reach me again and slap my face, hard. I'm so stunned I can barely react, just stare up at him with accusing eyes.

"This journey is about you, not me," Nox hisses. "I want to heal you. Make you better. Not empty my balls down your throat. Now you either fucking obey, or I'll make you stay in here even longer. Without me. Without anyone."

"N-No," I stutter.

"Then be a good little bird and don't tease me like that," he grunts. "I'm taking the toy. I'm taking it all until you learn some goddamn manners."

"No!" I cling to his legs. "Don't leave me, don't go!"

"How do you expect me to stay?" he growls. "How do you expect me to fix you?"

"I don't want to be fixed."

The gentleness with which he takes my chin in his hands shocks me, and I turn my eyes to his. "Please, Dove. Do it for me."

His fingers leave my skin before I can react. He doesn't even look at me again before slamming the door and locking it. I sit on the floor, naked, shivering and on the verge of tears.

My eyes roam to the puddle of his cum on the floor and I crawl to it on all fours. Shakily, I lower myself to the ground and dip my tongue into the clear liquid. Shivers go through my body. I lick it and close my eyes to pretend this isn't happening. That I'm not desperate enough to fucking lick my stalker's seed off the floor.

But deep down, I already know Nox has won already.

Chapter 27

Nox

I knew watching her in that room would be hell, but I never realized just how bad it would be.

She's been in there for three days and she's had her hand between her legs the whole time, even when she's fucking sleeping. I haven't taken my hand off my dick either. Jerking off while she sleeps in her luxurious cell, or while she makes herself come to annoy me.

But she's getting better, I can tell. Every evening, she gives me a list of items she wants, and it includes food and drinks most of the time. I'm proud of her. But I also know I won't be able to last much longer with her only a couple of doors down from me.

On the third day, she finally gives in. She starts watering the plants, reviving them slowly. From then on, there's no other option but to take care of the greenery I've filled her room with. She takes care of them like a good girl, and in turn, starts taking care of herself too.

I can see the battle behind Dove's eyes. I can see the part of her that's convinced herself she doesn't deserve to revive her own body. And I keep working away at it, hoping it'll get better. On the next day, I leave her some plant food as a reward. Her eyes light up as she shows me herself on the camera feed, wordlessly feeding the plants. She doesn't say a word that day. She remains quiet, thoughtfully pondering her innermost desires.