Everyone I’ve ever had the courage to ask to do something like this has turned me down. Called me crazy or broken up with me on the spot. Granted, there haven’t been many people to ask, seeing as I struggle with going out, but the internet has always been my saving grace. Connecting me to people when I’ve needed human interaction from the safety of my home.
But Ace gets me.
He meets my needs and gives in to my desires, elevating them to a place I didn’t even know was possible.
My nipples ache deliciously from being grated against the rough lace fabric of my bra. The chill from the room around us scatters over my flesh, but Ace’s body warmth is a balm to my discomfort.
“You’re so close. I can feel you squeezing my cock, so ready for my cum.” He says, pumping into me from behind.
I can’t do anything but take it.
His body slams into mine and a grunt springs from my throat, getting muffled by the gag.
Being his victim, so vulnerable and at his every whim heals a part of me that has been desperate to be seen for such a long time. I’m safe here with him. Secure to act out things that have haunted my brain in a controlled environment.
Ace grabs my restraints around my wrists and pulls back, pressing his cock even further into me. Spots dance from behind my eyes as my orgasm licks down my spine, erupting around his pulsating dick.
“Fuck!” He cries out and a warm jolt fills me. His cum leaks down my ass as he pistons his hips until he’s fully sated. He slows his movements down, shivering before he rolls off me.
I can hear him shuffling around and the telltale sound of keys clacking. “You did so good baby. The amount we raised together should be enough to cover your hospital bill and then some.”
His feet pad over to me, and he reaches down, gently removing the gag and blindfold, before going to untie my hands.
He rubs my arms as I stare up at him, completely dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations still rolling through me. He’s still wearing the skull mask and it reminds me of how he broke into my life. Literally.
I spent years being afraid to feel. Running from anything that felt like too much. Dulling the emotions with alcohol and pills. And then came Ace with his taunting texts, and specially crafted dares, pulling me out of a shell I’d placed myself in.
“You okay?” He asks, pulling off the mask. His hair sticks up on end and sweat clings to his temples.
“Yeah, that was… amazing. I don’t even feel like I’m in my body anymore. I’m just floating in the clouds.”
He smiles gripping my neck and pulling me towards him in a heated kiss.
A loud crash comes from above and he places his forehead on mine. “That fucking raccoon.”
“You leave Croissant alone. He can’t help but need some snacky snacks.”
Groaning, he stands. “Have I told you how unbearably cute you can be sometimes?”
I fake offense with a pearl clutching motion, “Only sometimes?”
I go to stand, legs feeling slightly unsteady beneath me from being fucked into oblivion, but when I finally get up the door to the room bursts open with a handful of men dressed in all black, guns drawn.
The last person to walk into the room sends my stomach plummeting into my feet.
“Well, well, well, sorry to bust up this party, but we’ve got a schedule to keep.” Kyle says, scar gleaming in the dim light. “Take her to the van, I need a word with my brother.”
Rough hands find their way to my half naked body. All the training falls out of my head as panic seizes my chest.
There’s nowhere for me to go and no way to fight as I’m hauled out of the room, leaving Ace behind.
CHAPTER 37
ACE
27 YEARS OLD
“I should thank you.We’ve been searching for you for weeks, and nothing. But then, you go ahead and put out this broadcast like a beacon. It led us right to you.”
