Page 81 of Silent Stalker
I pause in the doorway, taking in the scene before me. Silas has built up the fire, and morning light streams through the windows, catching the silver ornaments on the tree. He’s waitingfor me, and for once in my life, I don’t have to pretend to be anyone but exactly who I am.
I approach Silas by the tree, his blue eyes glinting with that familiar calculated intensity. My heart races at his predatory stillness, the way he tracks my every movement. I notice the neatly wrapped presents beneath the tree, some large, some small, all meticulously wrapped.
“Open them,” he commands softly.
My fingers tremble as I reach for the first box. It’s a beautiful leather-bound journal with my initials embossed in silver. The pages are thick, high-quality paper perfect for case notes and psychological profiles.
“For your observations,” he explains. “I know how much you love analyzing behavior.”
The next gift is a vintage psychology textbook—a first-edition Freud that makes my academic heart skip. Each present shows how deeply he understands me; how carefully he studies my interests and desires.
A larger box contains what appears to be some kind of costume. I recognize the mask immediately—it’s Ghost from Call of Duty. The tactical gear looks authentic, and my pulse quickens as I realize his intentions.
“For our special games,” he says with a knowing smile that makes me shiver.
The pile of ripped wrapping paper grows at my feet. Silas watches, his eyes full of heat. Earlier, he mentioned something about “special games.” Now, his vision unfolds, gift by gift.
I lift the next box, heavy in my hands. The paper comes off to reveal a selection of erotically-shaped items. My breath hitches at the sight of anal beads, gags, vibrators, lube, and dildos of various shapes and sizes. Silas’s eyes sparkle with mischief and hunger, making my core clench.
“So, what do you think?” His voice is a deep rumble.
I run my fingers over the cold metal gag and the soft silicone of the dildos. “I think you’re planning to keep me very busy,” I say.
I can feel Silas’s eyes on me like a physical touch as I take in the array of toys laid on the soft rug before us. A surge of heat washes over my body. The man knows me too well. “Definitely. I think you’ll enjoy everything I plan on doing to you, baby.”
I let my gaze linger on the paddle with the soft, padded center. The truth is, I’m aching to explore this side of myself with him. All those years spent lurking in the shadows of my desires, and now I can finally step into the light, without fear of being judged.
Silas groans and rubs his dick, which is straining in a pair of gray sweatpants he changed into.
I wet my lips, feeling my desire pool between my thighs. “Am I really?”
He stands and walks closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “You have no idea, baby.”
My pulse quickens at his words. I know he’s planning to corrupt me, to push the boundaries of my sanity, and damn if that isn’t the most thrilling prospect I’ve ever faced. The thought of exploring my darkest fantasies with him, of surrendering control and seeing where he takes me, it makes my head spin.
I gasp as Silas lifts me over his shoulder, his firm grip secure around my legs. The blood rushes to my head as he bends to collect the box of presents with his free hand. My hair cascades down, swaying with his purposeful strides toward the staircase.
“Time to unwrap my Christmas gift,” he says, his voice deep with anticipation.
The wooden steps creak beneath his feet, and I grasp his shirt for balance, feeling the powerful muscles shift beneath. The scent of his skin fills my senses—cedar and something uniquely him.
“I can walk, you know,” I protest half-heartedly, though my heart races.
“And risk you running away?” His hand squeezes my thigh playfully. “Not a chance, Dr. Hart.”
The formal title sends a shiver through me. He knows exactly what that does to me, how it reminds me of my carefully constructed former life, now gleefully abandoned.
We reach the bedroom, sunlight still streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Snow continues to fall outside, creating a white cocoon separating us from the rest of the world. Up here in our mountain sanctuary, we exist in our own universe.
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SILAS
Clara's beauty captivates me as I carry her to our master suite. Her willingness to please me is intoxicating. The weight of her body feels perfect in my arms, soft and womanly. I'm desperate to claim her but want to savor this moment. I want to own every inch of her mind and body.
I place her on her knees in our bedroom, facing the bed. Her chest presses against the soft comforter, body bent at the hip offering herself to me. Her willingness excites me. The idea of testing her limits, then pushing her boundaries to give her something she has never experienced before makes my skin vibrate with anticipation.
I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a silky black rope. I move behind her, my body close enough that she can feel my heat. Slowly, deliberately, I begin to bind her.