He is a ghost in his own right. Coming and going as he pleases, never lifting the veil between our worlds.
I know part of the allure of this entire situation is the secrecy, but at some point, that’s not going to be enough for me. The mask is going to have to come off one day.
The air shifts, the temperature at my back warming. I react too late. Run too late.
He’s already making his move, and I’m simply prey, caught in his crosshairs.
A shriek tears through me, instantly silenced by a warm palm before I even realize what’s happening, and the room slips into darkness. Rapidly, I open and close my eyes in the pitch-black, trying to figure out if there’s no light or if my vision is somehow being blocked.
Suddenly, a soft red glow casts over the room. It’s coming from behind me … from his mask.
He takes something into his hand. It brushes my lips as he lowers his grasp to my neck.
His other hand grabs my hip, keeping me in place as something cold and sharp settles against my throat.
It registers instantly.
His knife.
“Shh, shh, shh.” His deep, sultry voice invades my ear, warm breath caressing the shell. “We wouldn’t want your neighbors to call the cops on us, would we, Little Cupid?”
I can’t manage a single word. I’m barely breathing as is.
My nerves are violently erratic, my heart hammering out of my chest as I try to calm my mind, to convince it I’m not in any real danger. But it can’t understand it, still on edge, like a real intruder is in my home.
But that’s part of the rush, isn’t it? Knowing deep down that I’m safe but experiencing the adrenaline as if I weren’t. It’s a fine line but one that I love walking with him.
That’s why fantasies arefantasies. If a random man did this to me, I would fight like hell and call the cops. But I’m not truly scared, nor do I feel like my life is in danger. Kinks and fantasies are a way to explore desires, and theyshould be done with people you can trust and in a safe environment.
His blade shifts on my neck, and I’m thankful it’s not super sharp because, otherwise, I would be bleeding right now.
The unwavering grip on my hip gets tighter as he presses his front firmly to my back, the hardness of his dick grinding against the top of my ass. His left hand snakes around my waist, flattening against my stomach.
Goose bumps erupt down my body as he inhales deeply, his mask buried in my hair.
“Mmm. You smell so good.”
Reaching up, he switches the blade to his other hand, securing it on my hip, and the other slowly wraps tightly around my throat. “Your heart’s beating so fast. Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.”
Warmth pools dangerously in my core, and my breathing quickens faster with every second. My swallow fights past his grip, and he chuckles darkly, the sound soaking my panties.
“It’s a shame I don’t get to see you in that dress tomorrow.”
My eyes drift to my closet without thought, to where the garment bag hangs on the top of my closet door.
“Maybe I should break in to the event, steal you away, and have a moment alone with you. Lord knows I’m not going to be able to handle watching all those guys stare at you like you’re theirs.”
While it’s a sweet offer, there’s no way in hell he’s getting into the arena without a badge or a ticket. Thesecurity is tight as hell. No matter how good his sleuthing skills are, he’s not getting past them.
But the idea of him being there … watching me, waiting for the perfect moment to whisk me away and leave me breathless … is so fucking hot.
“I guess I’ll just have to take advantage of having you all alone tonight.” There’s a haunting pitch to his voice, and the sound shivers down my spine before turning cold and calculated. “Get on your knees. Stick out that pretty pink tongue for me.”
There is something about the way he commands me and bends me to his will that turns me on like nothing else in the world. Maybe it’s because, outside of him, I’m a control freak, but I know he wouldn’t let me get away with it if I tried to reverse the roles. He’d cuff me to the bed and spank the brat out of me, and I’d love every second of it. In these moments, he owns me, and I’m happy to be his.
I’m hoping he holds back less this time. I appreciate his respect and restraint, but honestly, I’d be okay if he threw me around like a rag doll. Pin me to the wall. Toss me on the bed. I don’t care.
He spins me around in his grasp, and his hand shifts from my hip to the side of my ass, the knife following suit. His breath quivers, and my body responds eagerly, tingles rippling through me from head to toe.
