Stalking the Dancer || 18+

Part Nineteen - Lesson

She sucks in a sharp breath as I drive into her, but my hearing bottoms out after that. Warmth spreads across my skin at the feeling of our connection, and I'm hyperaware of every detail. Her body tightens around me, and my hips move on their own, setting a slow pace until her begs fade in to fill the space around us and I lose control all over again.

Her tits bounce in time with my punishing pace, and Dorothy's hands tear at my back like a wild animal unleashed from her confines. The sound of our bodies connecting with each thrust just about drives me insane, but as I watch myself fuck her a moment of clarity washes over me.

I reach out and wrap my fingers around her neck, squeezing the sides just enough for her eyes to pop open and find mine. I force my hips to slow enough for us to focus on each other fully, and let my hand slide down the center of her body. I stop just below her belly button, "Hand here." She listens eagerly, her palm resting on the top of my hand. Sliding my hand out from under hers, I position her fingers in a V shape before guiding her hand downward until she can feel our bond.

When she realizes what I've done she moans in approval. My little demon likes to feel what she does to me. The thought sends my hand back to her throat and sets my thrusts at a speed that may break the bedframe. I've never needed someone as badly as I need her, and I've never been so sure of that than I am in this moment.

Her eyes roll at the sensation, and I feel her fingers trembling around my cock with each movement. Moans become cries quicker than they did before, desperately needy for the only person who can satisfy the ache in her core.

Releasing her throat, I rest my palms on the mattress and fuck her like the monster I am. I want to memorize this moment, but maybe only after I push her a little further. Her mouth falls open, though no sound comes out, so I know she must be close.

"Come for me, Doe. Show me how bad you can be."

I feel her body convulsing around me, squeezing my dick like a vise, before her release crashes over her like a tidal wave. Unfortunately for her, it only makes me harder. I fuck her through her orgasm, only pulling out when I'm sure she's finished. I look her over and take in as many details as my brain can catalog. Messy auburn hair tousled around her flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling rapidly; she's a picture of perfection. She's mine.

"Did you learn your lesson?" My voice commands her attention, making my cock jump. The look on her face is pure confusion, her face slowly releasing tension as she puts a few of the pieces together. "You told me downstairs that you were going to teach me something." I nod and a small seed of pride blooms in my chest at the knowledge that she listens to me like I do her.

"What did I say to you after that?"

Her eyebrows scrunch in thought for a moment before relaxing.

"You told me to run." Her pupils are dilated, like she's reliving the memory in her mind.

I nod, "And I meant it. When you ran from me on the mountain–when you came here–you did the right thing." The change in her breath isn't just noticeable, it's distinct. I can only imagine how hard her heart must be pounding. She doesn't need to be riding an emotional rollercoaster today, but I need to tell her this. It's more important than my next breath. "You took care of yourself, did what made you feel safest." It takes me a few moments to gather my thoughts, and she sits up slowly as I continue. "You feel unsafe, you run. Get to someone you can trust." For a few seconds we stare at each other, the silence getting louder with every breath.

Tears spring to her eyes and she tries to blink them away. I should let her process, give her time, but thats not me. I hear myself before I realize I'm speaking. "And if you can't run, find a pipe." Her laugh is infectious, and I chuckle at the memory of our first impressions on one another. They were lasting, to say the least.