I looked down at her, flushed and trembling across my lap, her ass glowing red from my hand, and felt something in me surrender to the need I’d been trying to resist ever since last night.
“You took that so well, baby,” I rasped. “Now you get your reward.”
I lifted her gently, turned her in my arms, and laid her back against the pillows, and peeled off her bra and panties. No knife tonight, just my trembling hands. I didn’t want anything sharp between us tonight. I moved slow and reverent as I peeled away the bra first, then her panties and tossed them aside, kissing every inch of skin I’d exposed.
I kissed the slope of her shoulder, the curve of her breast, the soft skin just above her navel, the inside of her thigh. It felt like worship… like I was finally allowed to touch something sacred.
When she was bare beneath me, I eased her legs apart and settled between them. I started with my mouth, the way I had last night, but went slower this time. I was deliberate, almost devotional as I ate her out in long, deep strokes of my tongue, circling her clit until she was writhing beneath me, her hands fisted in the duvet cover. I whispered against her slick skin, my voice muffled and wrecked.
“You’re perfect, little doll… so fucking perfect. Seeing that ring on your finger while I taste you? It looks right. It belongs there.”
“Please, sir?—”
She started begging, soft at first, then desperate pleas spilling out like an unhinged prayer. Only then did I rise, shedding my clothes fast, my cock heavy and aching for her. I positioned myself between her thighs again, nudging her entrance, bare and burning for her.
I sank in slow, one long, relentless push until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight cunt. We both gasped, the sound ragged in the quiet room. I stilled, dropping my forehead to hers, the silk blindfold the only thing separating us.
“You feel that, little doll?” I managed, my voice completely wrecked. “That’s me claiming what’s already mine.”
I started moving… deep, grinding strokes at first, savoring every inch of her heat wrapped around me. She clenched, moaned, and met every roll of my hips like she was fucking made for it. I built the pace, gradually going harder and more possessive, until the bed creaked beneath us and her cries of pleasure filled the room.
I flipped her onto her stomach, hand fisting in her hair to arch her back, the other pinning her left hand, the one with my ring on it, to the mattress beside her head.
“This ring on your finger while I’m inside you? Fuck, little doll, you’re killing me.”
The words tore out of me on a growl. I drove into her harder, deeper, the breeding urge I’d kept leashed since the first time I laid eyes on her four years ago finally snapping free.
“I’m gonna fill you up, little doll,” I snarled against her ear. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you and never let you leave. Ever.”
She shattered around me, coming hard, crying out into the pillow as her pussy pulsed and spasmed around me. The feel ofher coming undone dragged me over the edge with her. I saw stars as I pushed in as deep as I could get, thick ropes of cum spilling inside her, my hips jerking helplessly as I collapsed over her back, spent and shaking, but still careful to keep any scarred part of my upper body away from her.
I stayed inside her longer than I should have, longer than was safe for what little control I had left to my name. I kissed the nape of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, traced the silver band and green stone with my thumb like I could brand the moment into both of us.
I almost told her everything… that I was both Jacob and Ben, how I’d watched her for four years now, the way she’d owned me since the day she bandaged my hand and looked me in the eye without flinching at my scars.
Instead, I forced myself to pull out, the loss of her heat a physical ache. I cleaned us both minimally with a towel from her bathroom and dressed in silence, my every movement mechanical.
At her bedside, I leaned down, my voice steady again, but just barely.
“Count to one hundred,” I said. “Do not remove the blindfold until then.”
She nodded and I walked to the door, hand on the knob, and paused.
I looked back at her, sprawled across the duvet, marked by my mouth and my hand, wearing my mother’s ring, her thighs still dripping with my seed. Dripping with me.
I was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
The Game was supposed to bind her to me safely, inescapably, and give me a way to keep her without risking the truth until it was impossible for her to walk away regardless, but she was binding me instead, with that ring, and her moans, and her honesty every time I interrogated her.
When the truth comes out, will she still say yes to me, or will she run as far and fast as she can?
I opened the door, stepped into the hidden passage, and pulled the domino mask free. The cool air hit my scarred face like a slap. I whispered into the dark, so low she couldn’t possibly hear me.
“It’s always been you for me, Chrissy, ever since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
I closed the passage door behind me and stood there in the narrow corridor, the mask dangling from my fingers, staring at my shaking hands.
The countdown to Christmas Eve wasn’t the only deadline for me anymore.
