Bounty Hunter

Zinnia

Alex still ignored me. It wasn’t enough that my messages to her remained unanswered, she’d also ignored me since I checked into work. And to top it all, she swapped service with another one of our co-workers. She was going out of her way to ignore me.

And that made me realise just how much I fucked up.

It was weird even admitting it to myself, but I miss her. I miss our friendship. I miss how she’d go out of her way to check in on me at work and even offer to drop me off at home.

I miss her. And it’s a feeling I never thought I would experience.

Closing time was rapidly approaching and I decided rather than approaching her again and have her ignore me, I would just show up at her house and surprise her. That way, she’d have no choice but to let me in.

I quickly gathered my belongings and walked out of the bar. I made it outside just in time to find her car swerving off the driveway. My shoulders sunk in disappointment.

I began to walk the streets, all along to my thoughts. The things I did yesterday clouded my thoughts and sent delicious and tantalising urges to my core. And the fact that Reed’s name constantly fell out of my mouth as I came made me wonder if I’d become as psychotic as him.

I was so caught up in my thought and it was only when my phone vibrated that I realised how far I’d gone. I paused to look at my phone, and just as I did, goose flesh spread through my body.

Someone was following me. Paranoia settled in the pit of my stomach. I looked back just in time to see something, or someone hide away. My heart began to throb in my chest, and even worse, desire coursed through my body.

“No. No. No. Not again. This can’t be happening,” I thought to myself as I hastily kept my phone in place and began to fasten my steps.

I reached an intersection and just as I was about to cross, someone appeared behind me. I only had a second to think before a cloth covered my nose and my vision blurred. Instantly, my knees grew weak and gave out.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I was barely able to see anything as the room was dark, with only a candle burning in the corner.

I tried to move my hand but it won’t budge. Both of my hands were chained and I realised that the same was done to my legs.

My chest was pressing against a hard surface and I couldn’t tell if it was the floor or table. I was barely able to comprehend what was happening due to the loud pounding of my chest.

All of a sudden, there was lightning in the room. I was in a storage facility. I wasn’t sure, because the room was bare. In front of me, four large screens were induced into the wall.

Everything was happening like it had in my dream. I should be scared. I had no idea who was behind this, but somehow, the fear I ought to feel was replaced with a desire that threatened to send me to the edge.

I heard footsteps and a far corner of the room and it only grew closer. Someone stood behind me and forced my legs apart. The air that slapped against my centre made me shiver.

His rough fingers dipped into my glistening core and I resisted the urge to moan out loud.

“Look at how wet you are, my little flower. You like being forcefully taken, don’t you? You like knowing that I can do with you whatever I want. That gets you off, doesn’t it? You dirty, dirty little slut,” my stalker’s voice resonated in my ears and it made my centre clench, squeezing his fingers that were inside of me.

I was embarrassed that he’d caught onto the fact that I was enjoying this, but it didn’t bother me that much because he was right. Knowing that I was at his mercy turned me on. Knowing that he could take whatever he wanted from me without my consent was enough to make my insides turn into a combustible.

“This is what you searched on your phone right? Forced sex. Was this how dripping wet your cunt was as you masturbated? When you fucked yourself with the toy I bought for you, did you think of me like I told you to?” My stalker leaned against me, his hard cock pushing against my butt cheeks.

How did he know about what I did yesterday? How did he know that I fantasised about him forcing himself on me?

“Answer me,” his hand made contact with my left butt cheek and I moaned out loud. He grabbed my hand and yanked it backwards. The pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the desire that was coursing through my body every passing second.

“Yes!” My words were barely audible.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now spread your legs for me, so I can fuck your cunt like that nasty little slut you are,”

The speed at which I obeyed his commands had to be questioned. He released my hair and I heard the sound of his zipper. He played with his cock against my entrance, using my juices as a lubricant.

Without warning, he shoved his dick hard inside of me and I screamed. He was big. Too, too big for me. For seconds, he didn’t move, perhaps allowing me to get used to the feel of his size inside of me.

“Good girl, you take my dick so well,” he commented and my pussy clenched.

“You like being degraded and praised, don’t you? You like it when I use your cunt like it was made for me?” I nodded at his question.

“Good, because I own your cunt. It’s mine. And now, I’m going to fuck it,” he grabbed yet another fistful of my hair, swirling it around his hand. He yanked my hair backwards as he was sliding inside of me.

He thrust hard. His thighs slapping against my butt cheeks. I moaned out as his every thrust became deeper than the last, taking me to a whole new level of ecstasy.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” I cried out, my orgasm building rapidly.

“That’s right! I am your god, my little flower, cry out to me and I will make you cum,”

Everything happened on cue. My eyes rolled to the back and my body trembled as I rode out my orgasm. Still, he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me and when I heard him growl, indicating that he was closer to the edge, another violent orgasm built.

When he spewed his junk inside of me, I came again.

He released my hair and pulled out, making me feel empty. The remainder of his seed dripped against my thighs.

“My good little slut”, he murmured.

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