I blink, trying to focus, trying to stay in the moment because I’m starting to get floaty. I glance up at the ceiling and a movement in the mirrors catches my attention.
A shadowy reflection that isn’t mine. Isn’t Adrian’s.
It’s looking at me through hollow eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors my own.
I try to suck in a breath but end up choking on my saliva. Adrian doesn’t stop either. He keeps sucking me, keeps fucking my mouth, keeps pushing me closer and closer to the edge. And as I choke, gag, and moan around him, my eyes are locked with the black ones in the mirrors.
Fear intertwines with my arousal, pushing me beyond my limits. I’m fucking screaming—screaming as Adrian sucks me, screaming as the apparition watches, screaming as the sensations overwhelm me. But it’s all muffled by the dick shoved down my throat.
I come again, shooting into Adrian’s mouth. And he comes too, his hot cum filling my mouth, his body shuddering above me.
He carefully gets up, still erect, and releases the suction, the latex loosening.
I scramble to get up, glaring at him. “What the fuck was that!”
Adrian looks at me, brow furrowed, as he helps me stand. “Breathe, Jasper. You’re okay.”
“What. The. Fuck. Was. That.” I shove him, but his body doesn’t move.
He strokes my cheek. “Come, let’s go lie down. This was a lot.”
I shake my head, slapping his hand away. “I saw something. In the mirrors.”
He tilts his head. “Jasper, you should lie down. I might have denied you oxygen accidentally.”
“What?”
“While fucking your mouth. Like a form of breath play I wasn’t paying attention to.”
I step away from him. “Are you fucking serious? Breath play. Adrian, something was in the mirrors. It had eyes.”
He looks up at the ceiling, then back to me. “There’s nothing there, Jasper. Look for yourself.”
My nostrils flare at his dismissive tone, then I tilt my head back. Nothing’s in the mirrors outside of our reflections.
Why does he have to be right? Why am Icomplaininghe’s right?
He takes my hand and attempts to lead me toward his bed. “Jasper, it’s possible you hallucinated from the lack of oxygen. It’s my fault. You should rest.”
I let out a deep breath. Maybe he’s right.
“Jasper, please come. You need rest, and I need to remove the plug from you.”
“Whatever.” As I follow him across the room, I can’t help but think how his bed, with its dark silk sheets and carved canopy, looks like a fucking altar now.
A place of sacrifice.
And I was the fucking offering.
Chapter 10
I wake up in the bed, alone, the sheets cool and heavy like a weight I can’t shake. The air around me buzzes with a strange stillness. No Adrian. No sound.
Just quiet.
Too fucking quiet.
I blink, trying to focus. It’s afternoon, or at least it should be. The heavy velvet drapes Adrian loves so much have been pulled back. The muted light outside is dim, the world out there a gray, indistinct haze that gives no real hint of what time it is.
