Page 59 of X Marks the Stalker (The Hemlock Society #1)

Oakley

“ T he tables have turned,” I whisper to myself as I slide the key from the lock.

Click.

The hunter becomes the hunted.

I trail my fingers along the wall as I move through Xander’s apartment, my body still humming from last night. From what he did to me in the darkness. From what I’m about to do to him.

The living room is dimly lit as I settle on his leather couch, opening my laptop. The screen flickers to life, displaying a perfect high-definition feed of his bedroom.

There he is—sprawled across his bed, gloriously naked save for a sheet barely clinging to his hips. His muscled arm stretches across the space where I should be, seeking my warmth even in sleep.

For months, Xander has observed me. Tracked me. Watched my most intimate moments.

Now I control the camera.

I unwrap a cherry lollipop and slide it between my lips. The sweet-tart flavor floods my mouth as I study his sleeping form. The scar across his shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest. The vulnerable exposure of his throat.

I press the intercom button.

“Good morning, Xander,” I purr, my voice sliding through the darkness of his room like a caress. “The door is locked. The key is gone. And I’m watching your every move.”

He jolts upright, alert. His eyes scan the room, stopping when they find the camera mounted in the corner. A slow smile spreads across his face when he spots the blinking red light.

“Oakley,” he says, voice rough with sleep. “What are you doing?”

I spin the lollipop between my lips before answering. “Learning from the master. You’ve been stalking me for weeks. Now it’s my turn.”

He sits up, sheets pooling around his waist. My breath catches at the sight of his bare chest, the defined muscles, the scars with stories I now know.

“I’m locked in, aren’t I?”

“Completely at my mercy,” I confirm, hearing my voice broadcast through the bedroom speaker. “I thought we could play a little game.”

His eyes darken. “What kind of game?”

“The kind where you do what I tell you.” I adjust the camera angle, zooming in. “And I watch.”

He leans back against the headboard, a dangerous smile playing at his lips. “And if I refuse? ”

“Then I walk out your front door, and you can pick that lock yourself.”

He laughs. “What do you want me to do, my love?”

I take my time answering, enjoying the power. “Take off the sheets.”

He pushes the bedding aside, revealing himself. I suck in a breath.

“Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Slowly. I want to see what you do when you think about me.”

His hand drifts down his stomach, wrapping around his already hardening cock. His eyes never leave the camera as he strokes himself with agonizing slowness.

“Like this?” he asks, his voice dropping to that register that makes my skin tingle.

“Exactly like that.” I shift on the couch, pressing my thighs together. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You,” he says, his rhythm steady and controlled. “Watching me like this. Getting wet while you do.”

I slip my hand between my legs, confirming his suspicion. “Keep going.”

“I’m thinking about that sound you make when I push inside you,” he continues, his breathing growing heavier. “That little gasp like you’ve forgotten how to breathe.”

I moan, unable to help myself. His eyes flash at the sound coming through the speaker.

“Take off your clothes,” he commands. “If I’m putting on a show, you should, too.”

“I give the orders here,” I remind him, but I’m already pulling my shirt over my head. The cool air hits my bare skin as I strip .

“Touch yourself,” he says, voice strained as his hand moves faster.

I reach into my bag beside the couch and pull out a small box. “I brought something special,” I tell him, holding up a sleek black plug. “Something I thought you might enjoy later. If you behave.”

I twirl the plug between my fingers, enjoying his blindness to my actions. The smooth silicone catches the light as I examine it.

Xander’s eyes widen, his rhythm faltering slightly. “What is it?” he asks, voice hoarse with desire.

A laugh bubbles up from my chest, light and teasing.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I twirl it between my fingers, enjoying the power of withholding. “It’s a surprise.”

His gaze intensifies.

“You’re enjoying this,” he says, his hand still moving.

“Immensely,” I admit, popping the lollipop back into my mouth with my free hand. “How does it feel, being on the other side of the camera?”

“Oakley...”

I coat the plug with lube. “Keep touching yourself,” I instruct. “Don’t stop.”

He resumes stroking as I slowly work the plug into my ass, the stretch burning. When it’s fully seated, I rock against it, moaning at the fullness.

“Fuck,” Xander groans, his hand moving faster. “Those sounds. I need to see.”

“Does this turn you on?” I ask, running my fingers between my legs. “Knowing I’m watching you while you can’t see me? ”

“God, yes,” he pants. “I want to taste you. Feel you around me.”

I stand up, moving toward the bedroom with the laptop still streaming his image. “Are you close?”

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t come yet,” I warn, balancing the laptop in one hand. “Not until I say.”

I unlock the bedroom door and step inside. Xander’s eyes flash from the camera to me, real and present now. I set the laptop aside, the feed still running—a mirror of our actions.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him, dropping to my knees beside the bed. His hand works his cock and I’m mesmerized by the rhythm.

“I’m so close,” he warns, his voice tight.

“I know,” I whisper, leaning forward. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

I replace his hand with my lips, taking him deep into my throat. He groans, hands tangling in my hair.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Take all of me.”

His words ignite something primal inside me. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper until I’m out of air.

“Fuck, Oakley,” he pants. “You’re so perfect like this, on your knees with your mouth full of my cock.”

The filthy praise sends heat spiraling. I moan around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.

“I’m going to come,” he warns, his grip tightening in my hair. “And you’re going to swallow every drop.”

I hollow my cheeks again, sucking harder, loving how his hips buck. His breathing fractures .

I grip his thighs, taking him deeper, looking up to meet his eyes. The surrender in his gaze pushes him over the edge. He comes with a shout, pulsing down my throat as I swallow around him.

Before I can catch my breath, he’s moving. In one fluid motion, he flips me onto the bed, pressing me into the mattress.

Xander’s eyes darken as he studies my body, his gaze stopping when he catches the base of the plug between my cheeks.

“Is this my surprise?” His voice drops to that dangerous register that makes my nerve endings spark.

I nod, unable to form words as his fingers trace the edge of the smooth silicone base.

“You wore this while watching me?” His voice holds a note of awe.

“I wanted to try it,” I whisper, feeling exposed under his scrutiny. The fullness inside me intensifies as I clench around it. “I thought you might like it.”

“I do.” Xander’s lips curl into a predatory smile. “Turn over,” he commands.

I roll onto my stomach, face pressed into his sheets. They smell like him. The mattress dips as he positions himself behind me.

“Up,” he says, tapping my hips. I rise to my knees, ass in the air.

His palm connects with my ass in a sharp slap, against the plug. The impact drives it deeper, sending a shock wave through my entire body. I moan, loud and uninhibited, as the sensation radiates outward .

“Do you like that?” he asks, his breath hot against my back.

“Yes,” I gasp, pushing back toward him. “Again.”

His hand comes down a second time, harder than before. The plug shifts inside me, pressing against sensitive nerves I didn’t know existed. Another moan tears from my throat as my fingers clutch at the sheets.

“My turn,” he growls, reaching for his desk drawer. He pulls out a handful of black data cables, the kind used for computer equipment. “On your back. Hands above your head.”

I comply, heat flooding through me as he binds my wrists to the headboard. The nylon cords are smooth against my skin as he secures them with perfect tension—tight enough to hold, loose enough not to hurt.

“Look at you,” he says, eyes raking over my body as he spreads my legs wide. “Bound and plugged and wet for me.”

His fingers trace up my inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where I need him most. I arch against the restraints, desperate for contact.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” He leans down.

“Take me.”

His smile is predatory as he settles between my thighs. “With pleasure.”

The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out, pleasure shooting through me like lightning.

He devours me with methodical precision, circling my clit before dipping lower, then repeating the pattern with maddening control.

All the while, his fingers play with the plug, twisting it gently, sending dual sensations spiraling through my body .

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against me, the vibration of his words adding another layer of sensation.

I pull against the cables, finding them effective as restraints. The more I struggle, the more he intensifies his assault, using his tongue and fingers to push me higher.

“Xander,” I gasp, the pressure building.

“I know,” he says, sliding two fingers inside me while his tongue continues its relentless attention to my clit. “I can feel how close you are.”

The dual stimulation of his fingers inside me and the plug stretching me open is overwhelming. I’m racing toward the edge, unable to escape the sensations.

Xander’s fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot that makes my vision blur. The pressure builds, his touch relentless as he works me higher. My hips buck against his hand.

“Come for me, my love,” he commands, his voice vibrating against my clit.