I jerk back, but he’s holding me tight. He raises his head, and I see he’s wearing some sort of dark mask over his face and strapped to his head.
What?
His breath comes heavy through the mask he’s wearing. It looks like a gas mask, which means none of the candle smoke got through.
What happens now?
He tugs, and I fall to the rug. He rises up, towering over me. A monster in a black mask. He looks a little like a bug. An alien bug—a sexy one I want to fuck.
Great, now I have a new kink.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, breathless. He totally has the upper hand.
It’s so fucking hot.
“I’m going to make you pay.” He reaches for me. I freak out. I scuttle back away from him, breathing hard. My robe gapes open, flashing him. It gets caught under me, but it makes him pause, looking down on me.
I flip over to all fours and start crawling. He likes it when I crawl. I like it too, but now I’m doing it to distract him. I can feel the robe billowing out behind me.
I’m almost to the door when I scramble to my feet.
“Stop,” he orders in his sexy Darth Vader Bug voice. I feel him grab for me, but all he gets is a handful of fabric. I slip out of the robe and run naked out of the room.
* * *
Kaiser
* * *
My bride runs from me, into the dark house. Her pale skin flashes ahead of me in the gloom.
She wants me to chase her. I’ll always give her what she wants.
“Come out, come out, little one.” My voice is distorted because of the mask. The straps hold it tight to my face, but at least I don’t have another headache from the fucking candles.
I spent a week getting her to let her guard down. I needed to outwit her. It’s the only way she’ll respect me.
“I can smell you, little bride.”
There’s an excited whimper from around the corner by the stairs.
Bingo.
I stomp forward, letting her know I’m coming. Drawing it out. I’m the monster in her story, right? She loves this game we play. She also likes it to feel real. I can do that for her.
Happy wife, happy life.
I shove a table with a vase on it out of my way. The vase falls, and I catch it before it hits the floor. If it breaks, it might shatter, and she could step on it with her bare feet. Can’t have that.
“I’m going to make you sorry, baby girl. But you’ll like it. You always do.” I pause and listen closely. I hear her breathing quicken.
I let my feet fall heavy on the floorboards, turning into the lumbering oaf she thinks I am. I need all the surprises I can get with this girl. But it’ll only work once. She’s too quick and catches on too easily. I see her eyes shining in the corner. She thinks that I can’t see her, but the moonlight is falling in such a way, it’s like she’s lit up. Excitement ripples through her. She loves this.
She loves the challenge. The thrill of facing a worthy opponent.
I’m going to prove to her that I am husband material. Make her obsessed with me like I’m obsessed with her.
I’m her first, and I’ll be her last. Her only.
