Bounty Hunter

Reed

I watched my screen with enthusiasm, battling the smile on my lips and the blood that rushed to my groin. My little flower lay naked on the bed, her legs spread apart, one hand held the beautiful toy I bought for her to her pussy and the other held her phone.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

I was having a hard time deciding where to focus my attention. On the pop-up tab that showed what she was watching on her phone or the screen of the security camera I placed in her room. In either case, both images were enough to suffocate my cock in my pants.

“Would you look at that,” I murmured to no one in particular with a smile on my face.

What had caused my little flower to pick up her phone and begin searching for these things? One minute she is asleep and the next she’s searching about breath play, consensual Non Consent, degradation and Date Rape Drugs.

Was it suddenly something she was into? Regardless, I was more than willing to make those dark fantasies of hers come to life.

When she least expects it, I will corner her and fuck the brains out of her.

For now, all I could do was watch with thirst how she fucked herself.

Unable to contain myself, I unzipped my pants and freed my dick. Precum had already settled on the tip of my cock. One stroke and my seed will be dripping down.

I leaned back on my seat and closed my eyes, the image of my dick in my little flower’s mouth was enough to send me over the edge.

I open my eyes, my breathing stilled. I used my left hand and pulled open my drawer, taking out some wipes. I cleaned myself and shoved my dick back into my pants.

I sat forward, now focusing my attention back on my screen. My little flower paced back and forth. She was still naked and every step she took made her titties bounce. That single movement alone alerted my cock.

“Dammit! I need to fuck her little cunt already and fill her with my spunk, only that will ease the ache in my dick” I murmured, although I know fucking my little flower will only turn me into a ravenous beast, always coming for more.

I watch my little flower pause in her steps and I tilted my head to the side, anticipating her next move. She brings her hand to her hair where she uses the scruchy to put her thick brown hair in a messy bun.

I debated against sending her a message. I don’t want to let her in on the fact that I know about her little fantasy. Not yet anyway.

I check the time on my watch. It’s ten in the morning. Now is not a good time to pay a visit to my little flower.

I can’t wait for dark. Today is her day off. Tomorrow might as well be.

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It was eleven on the dot when I decided to a break from watching my little flower and leave my office for the basement. Arthur, the asshole who laid his hands on my little flower was locked in a cage.

He was barely recognisable due to the torture he’d endured. His eyes were swollen, blood mixed with saliva dripping out of his mouth.

His hands chained to the bars above the cage are missing some fingers. I had to force myself to stop, or else the asshole would have kicked the bucket without me carrying out the plans I had for him.

This was a befitting treatment for an animal like him. I was going to cut off his hands for having the bile to lay hands on what belongs to me, and his eyes, for looking at my little flower.

“Wake up!” My combat boots kicked against the cage, startling the son of a bitch because his head shot upwards.

I watch terror appear on his face as the realisation that whatever peace he thought he had is now gone.

“Miss me?” I stooped, my hands settling at my centre.

“Please, no more. No more please.” He begged in a strained and tired voice.

I smiled. I liked it when they begged. It is almost as life changing as I imagine cumming into my little flower would feel.

“Oh, but I am only getting started,” I whispered. The coldness and promise in my voice almost made me shiver.

I walked away from him toward my torture tools. I picked up my electro shock and smiled as I walked back. I jabbed it to his side, instantly knocking him out.

He was weak, but I was not about to take chances and have his blood stain me.

I dragged his tired body across the floor. I chained him to a pillar and walked back to my tools.

My knife slicing against his arm woke him up from his slumber. His screams echoed through my basement. More snort spilt from his nostrils.

I stopped, giving him some time to take in the pain. He needed it for my grand finale. Hermine would be shocked to clean up once I am done with him.

“Please, I beg of you. Stop. I’m sorry I laid my hands on her. I had no idea she was yours man,”

I mentally rolled my eyes. “And if she wasn’t mine?”

My question shut him up. Assholes like him always beg for mercy, when in reality, they’re not remorseful for their actions. I didn’t carry out a background search on him, but if I did, I know for a fact I would find some nasty shit.

“Look, I’m sorry man. Just let me go and I promise I’ll never look at any woman again,”

I resisted the urge to laugh. “So, you’d turn gay?”

“Yes! Whatever it takes. Please, just no more torture again. Let me go, is all I ask,”

I nodded at his words. I took out the keys of the shackles from my back pocket and freed him. Then, I rose to my feet.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we? Run. If I find you, I’ll kill you.”

The man was barely able to stand, but the look of hope on his face made my little game worth it. He can’t escape. This place is nothing short of a fortress in the middle of the woods.

Suppose he makes it to the frontier – which I doubt he will – my fence is electric. There’s no surviving that. But, I hope to catch him before he makes it that far.

A sinister smile formed on my face. My eyes darkened.

“Run, Arthur. Run!”

On cue, he took off and I laughed harder.

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