Everything about him is intimidating.
His size.
His confidence.
His body.
And heknowsit.
But the mask is a whole other thing.
Before him, I didn’t know I had a mask kink, but there is something so alluring about the fact that I let this man do whatever he wants to me and I don’t even know what he looks like.
I trust him more than I ever trusted my exes, and I literally don’t even know his name. He earned my trust, against all odds.
The red hearts glow in the dark room, but as I muster enough courage to look up, I can still see his eyes ever so slightly through the dark mesh.
They’re watching me hungrily, like a starving animal.
A chord of familiarity strikes me, but I can’t place it, and I don’t bother stewing on it for a second longer.
“Are you going to get on your knees, or do I need to put you on them?” He cocks his head to the side, studying me, challenging me.
Wetting my bottom lip, I slide my hands up his torso, taking full advantage of the proximity to greedily feel his abs and chest—things I haven’t explored properly.
“Having fun?” His voice is serious and rigid, but even beneath his facade, I can hear the sincerity in his tone.
Leaning up on my tiptoes, I slide my hands up and around his neck before pressing my lips to his mask, over the thin covering on his mouth. “So much fun.”
Before I push my limits too far, I gradually bend my knees, letting my hands explore more as I lower myself.
My fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats before trailing to the impossible-to-ignore bulge staring me in the face. I rub it firmly over his pants, stroking thelength, and the most delicious growl leaves him, but he quickly forces my hands away.
“Stick your tongue out, like I said. Be a brat, get treated like a brat. Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you.” Reaching out, he runs his fingers down the edge of my face. He grips my chin, yanking it up so I look him in the eyes. “How do you want to be treated tonight?”
That question alone tells me everything I need to know about who he is, as if I ever doubted it before.
The illusion is that he’s fully in control, taking what he wants from me without my audible consent, but I know damn well if I used my safe word or told him to stop, he would without hesitation. He’s offering me two paths, both ending in me getting absolutely wrecked, and honestly, I’m not sure which one I want just yet.
I shrug with a smile before parting my lips and sticking my tongue out like a good girl.
An animalistic growl leaves him, and my pussy pulses in response.
Slipping his hand into his pants, he grabs his length and pushes his sweats down with the other.
Guiding his throbbing erection, he swipes the thick tip across my tongue. Once. Twice.
But as he goes to do it again, I retract my tongue into my mouth and smile up at him with big doe eyes, knowing damn well what path I’m choosing.
Lowering enough, he grabs my jaw with his free hand, jerking my head side to side aggressively. “A brat then, huh?”
Lightly but firmly, he slaps my cheek in quick succession. “Open your fucking mouth, Serena.”
I toy with him longer, shaking my head with a knowing smile stretched across my lips.
Suddenly, he jams two fingers into my mouth, and I suck on them greedily, even going so far as to moan, feeling the vibration reverberate against him.
He chuckles darkly before bending down, meeting my eyes. I’m snapping his restraint, slowly but surely.
