The sight elicits a squeak from me that I can’t contain. I’m almost skipping as I slip down a darkened hall behind the curtains, pace quickening along with the anxiety threading through me.
I’m holding my breath, expecting her to catch up, so much so that I don’t realize I’m running—
A hand grabs my arm as I reach the end of the hall.
She whips me backward and slams me into the wall. All I get is a glimpse of her mask before her body presses flush to mine, trapping me against the makeshift divider. She presses my wrists together above my head, knee between my thighs, other hand grasping so tightly around my throat that my mouth sags.
“Did you think that was cute?” she asks, and a whimper leaves me at the sound of the voice changer. “Walking around this place on your own?”
Everything within me seems to melt. My knees give.
I stick my tongue out and launch forward. “I knew you’d find me,” I breathe, licking the plastic.
Her fingers squeeze at the soft space under my jaw, thigh pressing against my pulsing cunt. I lift my leg and rock my hips.
“Oh, you’re so fucking desperate,” she rasps. “Look at yourself, rockstar.”
I’m spinning as her hand bruises my wrists.
“Touch me,” I breathe, stars pricking behind my eyes.
She releases my throat. Relief cracks over me, a cold chill pouring down my arms. I don’t stop grinding on her thigh as her hand snakes down my chest, palm flattening. She brushes her thumb over the IOU scarred into my chest, and my head hits the wall.
“Hurt me,” I whisper.
She finds my throat again, and this time, she doesn’t let up.
My motions are erratic. Tears prick my eyes as I struggle against the blinding darkness. My legs squeeze around her thighs. I whimper and try to move my head, gasping as those same stars enclose on me. My jaw drops. My eyes roll.
Oh god,yes.
I can feel the blackout coming just as it did the other week. My instinct is to fight it, the small shred of self-preservation coming to the surface, and yet, I welcome it.
Take me.
Finishme.
She doesn’t speak. My climax rises…
She releases my throat. Blood rushes back to my head. Lights dance gloriously in my vision as I slump and try to steady my breathing. Hellyes—
“God, I fucking love you,” I say through clenched teeth. “Do that again.”
I lean forward to lick her mask once more, and as I do, I lose my balance.
Gemma releases me as if I just erupted into flames, her outstretched arm the only thing catching me from landing flat on my face. I stagger as she releases me and whips off her masks. Both the full head covering and the voice changer hit the ground. And as she stares at me with wide eyes, I realize the words that just left my lips.
“Oh shit,” I say, brows raised. “That wasn’t very romantic, was it?”
Because I had wanted to tell her as we laid together spent, on a soft morning before her run, under the stars at Joshua Tree, or something at least a little more personal than after getting choked in the back hallway of a concert stage.
Except, our relationship has never been conventional, and maybe that’s why this moment doesn’t seem so ridiculous.
I can’t even be bothered to get the smile off my lips.
She swallows, her shoulders slumping. “Don’t smile at me right now,” she says like she isn’t sure how to process this.
My lips curve higher. I chuckle at the purely surprised look on her face. “You can’t seriously be surprised,” I say.
