“My man,” I whisper.
“Does your man know what a good slut you are for me?” he challenges, tone so low it edges on threatening.
A tremor rocks me, and I lick my lips as he snaps a photo of me.
He shows the pic to me for a moment. I barely register my blown-up pupils and the flush covering my face before he shoves the phone back in his pants. “I might send it to him afterward.”
I swallow hard. “He’ll kill you.”
“He can try.” He slaps my thighs apart. “Spread those legs wide for me.”
They fall open of their own accord, every fiber of my body set on obeying him.
“Good girl,” he praises in that deep voice of his that could make me do anything to please him.
He takes off his shirt and unzips his pants in rapid movements. With tattoos on full display and with the mask on, the image paints an unhinged monster who will take whatever he wants from me.
“Look at this pussy glistening wet. Such a good slut.”
“I’m a good girl.”
He thrusts two fingers inside of me, curling them and coaxing so much pleasure and wetness, I am losing my mind by the second.
“Good girls make the best sluts.”
He brings them to his lips and sucks my arousal off his digits, groaning low. His pupils dilate, swallowing the gray before he guides his cock to my pussy. He spears through me, fucking the breath from my lungs and the soul out of my body.
I can’t do anything but take him.
So, I surrender.
Wrapping one hand around my throat, he digs into my thigh with the other as if wanting to leave his prints.
He fucks me like the savage he is, taking everything in me apart and rearranging my insides to his desire.
I cry out so hard my throat dries as he pounds into me with no mercy. It wouldn’t surprise me if we’d break the bed.
“Stay right there.”
Panting and shaking in the wake of his hard fucking, I nod. I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to.
I hear him rummaging in the closet before he returns.
Satin strips hang from his hands. My mind is blank, floating in a cloud of endorphins, not caring what he’ll do next. He fucked me into pure submission.
He wraps them around my ankles and wrists, tying them together. Open. Bound. His to do what he pleases.
Taking a step back, a groan vibrates in his throat. “Fuck, you look spectacular. I thought of adding a blindfold, but I want to see your every expression.”
He rips the mask off. The game ended. No masked man will take my other hole. Only him.
Dropping a bag on the bed, I see my jeweled plug and lube fall onto the bed. I know what will come, and my body constricts in anticipation.
He squats at the foot of the bed, focusing on my exposed core with rapt interest.
Licking around my puckered hole, it offers me so much pleasure I forget what he’s preparing me for.
A thumb quickly replaces his tongue as he rubs along my slit, bottom to top, and circles my clit.
