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EDEN

“ Y ou’re going to read to me now.” Remy breaks the silence, his voice low and commanding. “Loud and clear. No stuttering or skipping words.”

My breath catches in my throat as he picks up my journal—the one where I unleash my deepest, most perverse desires. I can only imagine the filth he’s about to force me to read. Remy’s eyes skim the pages, no doubt soaking in my explicit fantasies, each one making his mouth twitch with growing amusement.

He hands me the journal, his finger marking the page. “Read this part. Every word. Don’t you dare censor yourself for my sake.”

My heart pounds as I take the journal from him, my eyes dropping to the passage he wants to hear. This is one of my wildest fantasies. I never thought I’d be forced to share it with anyone.

I begin to read, my voice unsure at first but gaining strength as I become lost in the words.

“He was wearing a mask which hid his face but I knew it was Remy. I could see his eyes through the holes as they fixed on me. He had me tied to the bed, spread-eagle with my thighs tied to my calves and my wrists tied to the headboard, completely vulnerable.”

My breath quickens as I recall the scenario I concocted in my mind.

“I struggled against the restraints, but Remy just laughed, the sound low and menacing. He moved closer, his body towering over me. I could smell his cologne.”

I pause, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment, but Remy’s intense gaze urges me on.

“He didn’t say a word. He just looked at me, this dangerous glint in his eyes. I knew what he wanted. I begged him to stop, but deep down, I pleaded for him to give me what I needed.”

I swallow hard, my body reacting to the fantasy.

“Remy didn’t touch me at first. He just looked at me, this possession in his eyes. Then, his hand connected with my ass hard. I cried out, and he slapped me again and again, leaving my skin stinging and red.”

I take a shaky breath.

“Remy stood back, just watching the marks he’d made on my body. Then, he touched me, his fingers breaching my asshole without warning. I cried out, but he kept pushing inside me, forcing me to take it.

“I wanted to resist, but my body betrayed me. My back arched of its own accord, pushing against his hand, craving more. So, he gave it to me. He shoved another finger inside me, then a third, easing me open, preparing me for what was to come.

Remy removed his fingers, and I whimpered, needing more. Then, I watched him lube his huge cock. I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t escape it. He grabbed my hips and pushed inside my asshole in one sharp thrust. I cried out, my body stretched around him, taking him in.

Remy didn’t go easy on me. He started pounding into me, hard and rough, just like I knew he would. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound punctuating each of his brutal thrusts. I was aware of the sting of the slaps he’d given me earlier, the bite of the restraints on my wrists, but it all fueled my need.

I begged him to fuck me harder, and he obliged. Remy pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back into me, forcing a moan from my throat. Over and over, he claimed me, each thrust blurring the line between pleasure and pain. I was lost in the feeling of being utterly possessed by him.

The mask hid his expression, but I could sense the intensity in the way he held me. I whispered Remy’s name over and over, a mantra of surrender.

He leaned down, his mouth by my ear. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, and as I spoke the words, Remy thrust into me one last time, sharp and deep, burying himself within me. My body pulsed around his cock, and I cried out as I found my release, my world shattering into a million pieces.

Even as the pleasure washed over me, I knew this wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. There was so much more I wanted from him, so much more I needed to experience. I wanted to explore every twisted fantasy with Remy as my guide, my master.

And in that moment, as I lay there, spent, I knew that I would do absolutely anything to make those fantasies a reality.”

“Now it’s my turn.” Remy’s voice is impossibly deep, and my heart skips a beat at its dangerous edge. My eyes flicker around the small, closed space, hoping for an escape route, but nothing. I’m trapped here with this man, and he knows it.

He closes the distance between us, his eyes burning into mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. This is it. There’s no going back. I’m at his mercy, and something about that sends a thrill through me. I feel vulnerable, and yet, I crave this—crave him.

Remy takes his time, his eyes roaming over me as if deciding where to begin. His gaze lingers on my lips before trailing down to my breasts, where my heart is hammering so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it.

Then, his eyes land on my legs, and a dark smile plays on his lips. “Keep reading.” He gestures to my journal, still clutched in my hand. “I want to hear more.”

I swallow hard, my mouth dry as I comply, flicking through the pages to find where I left off.

“He was still inside me, feeling his cock twitch as it pulsed with his release. Remy stayed there, buried deep, his forehead resting against mine.”

I suck in a shaky breath, my eyes closing for a moment as I relive the fantasy in my mind.

“Remy’s arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, trapping me against him. I felt so deliciously caged, completely at his mercy. He nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I wanted to beg him to fuck me again, but I didn’t dare.”

I pause, the memory of the words I wrote making my cheeks flush.

“Then, he whispered in my ear, his voice like gravel. “Mine,” he said. Just that one word, but it sent a shiver down my spine. And I knew, in that moment, that I was his.”

I open my eyes to find Remy much closer. “Say it,” he commands, his voice brooking no argument.

My heart is pounding in my ears, but I force the word past my lips. “Yours.”

Something flickers in his eyes—a spark of satisfaction, perhaps? Whatever it is, it makes my core clench with need.

He grabs my chin and angles my face up, staring into my eyes intently. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and forces them against each arm of the chair I’m sitting in.

“Stay still,” he warns, and I find myself obeying, my heart hammering in my chest as he secures my wrists tightly to the chair with rough rope. I pull at the restraints, testing their strength, but it’s useless.

Remy steps back, his eyes roaming over me like a predator about to feast. “Such a beautiful little stalker,” he murmurs. “And all mine.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I watch him approach me. He reaches out, his fingers trailing along my neck, down my chest, until they reach the hem of my panties. With a sharp tug, he rips them from me. I can feel the cool air on my pussy, and my breath quickens.

I’m exposed, bare, and a part of me wants to cover myself, to hide from his intense gaze. Another part of me wants him to look and see exactly what he does to me.

His fingers trail along my inner thigh, inching closer to my core, and my breath catches in my throat. “Please,” I whisper, unsure what I’m begging for. Release? Mercy? Or for him to continue?

Remy chuckles. “Please, what, Eden? Tell me what you want.” His fingers inch closer, and I feel his breath on my exposed skin.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. How can I possibly voice the filthy things I want him to do to me? My silence seems to amuse him, and he leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell me, and I might just make it happen.”

“I...” My voice fails me, and I bite my lip.

“You what?” His fingers ghost over my core, teasing but not touching where I need him.

“I... want you.” The words are barely a whisper, but they hang in the air between us.

There’s a flicker of triumph in his eyes, a spark of satisfaction, and I know he will make me say it. “What do you want me to do to you?”

His fingers are still hovering over my core, his breath warm against my skin. I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs. My body is aching for release. I take a shaky breath, steeling myself. “I want you to...” I hesitate, my voice trailing off.

Remy arches an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my struggle. “Yes, little stalker?”

“I want...” My cheeks flame with embarrassment. “I want you to take me against my will.” The words hang between us, thick with desire and forbidden longings.

His eyes widen momentarily at my daring, and I see a flicker of surprise on his face. “That’s a very specific fantasy.” His voice is low. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

I shake my head, feeling so vulnerable, but there’s no going back now.

He considers me, and then a slow, dangerous smile spreads. “And here I thought you were just some obsessed podcaster. Guess there’s more to you than meets the eye, huh?”

I can’t speak, but I nod, my heart pounding. I’ve crossed a line and revealed a part of myself that no one else knows. And now, I’m at his mercy.

“Well, if we’re going to do this, we need a safe word.” His tone is serious, reminding me that this is not a game. “Anything can happen once we start. So, we need a way for you to tell me if you’ve changed your mind and really want to stop.”

I feel a surge of relief at his words. He understands the potential dangers.

“Okay.” My voice is hoarse, my throat dry. “A safe word. Yes.”

His eyes light up with amusement. “How about carnival ? It’s fitting, given the circumstances.”

My heart skips a beat as I consider the word. It’s perfect, a word I would never use normally, but one that will get his attention if things go too far. “Yes. Carnival. That’s... that’s good.”

Remy nods. “All right, we have a deal, but I’m in control once we start. Understand?”

“Yes.” My voice is steady now, and my resolve is strong. I want this—need this—more than anything. “I understand.”

“Good.” He steps closer, towering over me.

A slow smile spreads across his face. He knows exactly what his proximity is doing to my body, and he’s enjoying every second of my torture. “For now, we have other things to take care of, don’t we?”

My mouth turns dry as his fingers trail along my inner thigh, higher and higher, closer to the place that aches for his touch. “What... what things?” My voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.

Remy chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Your journal here is very illuminating. You’ve been imagining all sorts of things you want me to do to you. And I do aim to please.”

He pauses, his fingers hovering above my pussy. “So, why don’t we start with something nice and simple?” He brushes his fingers over my clit, and my hips jerk at the contact. “How does that sound?”

I bite my lip, feeling a rush of anticipation mixed with embarrassment. “I... yes, that sounds...” I trail off.

“Good.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Then, I think it’s time to give you what you’ve been craving.”

And then, without warning, he dives in, his mouth finding my cunt, his tongue tasting me, teasing me, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I moan, my hips bucking off the chair, but the restraints keep me in place. His hands grasp my thighs, holding me down as he devours me, feasting on my arousal, driving me wild.

It’s too much and not enough. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation, my body trembling with need as he continues his assault, his tongue working me to a frenzy. My release is building, coiling tightly within me, ready to explode.

The moment I’m teetering on the edge, he stops. He lifts his head, a dark smile on his face, and I whimper. “Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m pleading for.

Mercy or completion?

Remy laughs. “You’re a sight, little stalker. All desperate and wanting.” He leans in close. “But I think we need to stop for now.”

I shake my head, unable to form words as I plead with my eyes, silently begging him to finish what he started.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t over.” His fingers ghost over my pussy, sending shocks of pleasure through me. “I promise you’ll get what you need, but it’ll be on my terms and when you least expect it.”

He stands, and I’m left breathless and tied to the chair, desperate for release. “I want you to sit here and think about what just happened. Think about what’s to come. Anticipation is such a delicious feeling, don’t you think?”

I nod, unable to speak, my body still thrumming with need.

He smirks. “Good. I’ll be back for you. And trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.” He turns and walks away, leaving me tied to the chair, aching for release, my body still reverberating with the pleasure he gave me.

I close my eyes, my mind reeling, trying to process what happened. Remy played me like a violin, pushing me to the edge and stopping, leaving me desperate for more.

I’m torn between frustration and anticipation. Part of me wants to rip free of these restraints and go after him, demanding that he finish what he started. However, there’s another part of me—a more deviant part, that thrives at the thought of waiting, of being completely at his mercy.

And as I sit here, bound and wanting, I realize this is exactly what I wanted. We’re playing this dangerous, thrilling game without rules, and the lines between predator and prey have blurred.