I drop to my knees, the shift making her inhale deep. Her hands twitch toward my mask, she’s going to tear it away, but I catch her wrists midair and press them down to her sides. My grip is firm, bruising, making sure she knows I decide when I’m uncovered.
“Not yet,” I growl. “First, you let me taste you, then you get to see me.”
“I can’t do this,” she pants, words tumbling out fast. “I don’t even know you—this is fucking insane—”
I silence her with the slow drag of my finger over her clit through the soaked lace of her panties. Her words cut off in a strangled gasp, her head falling back.
“Your body already knows me,” I say, rubbing lazy circles, creating the lightest tease of pressure. “Your cunt’s already dripping, and I haven’t even put my mouth on it yet.”
She moans, hips jerking toward my hand, and I take my time sliding the lace down her thighs, exposing her inch by inch until the cool air meets her heat.
“Stay still, hellcat,” I warn. “Let me learn you.”
I lean in and pull the mask up just enough to free my lips.
The scent of her hits me, sweet, and intoxicating, and I bury my face between her legs. It's been years since I’ve had a taste of anything worth remembering. My tongue makes a slow path from her entrance up to her clit, collecting every drop.
She chokes on a moan, hands fisting my hoodie despite herself. Her thighs tremble, the muscles flexing under my palms.
“Oh, fuck—”
“You taste like fire,” I murmur, my mouth still working her. My tongue flicking, teasing, flattening over her clit as I hum low in my chest. The sound makes her gasp, her hips lifting into me.
She’s already shaking.
I suck harder, feel her pulse against my lips and pull back just far enough to look up at her through the mask.
“You gonna come for me already?” I ask, my voice a gravel rasp. “We’ve barely started.”
I press a firm hand to her hip, pushing her back onto the mattress. She falls into it. Her hair a dark spill against the pillow. She is a vision her cheeks flushed, lips parted, as her chest rises and falls fast.
I stand, pull the mask down, towering over her, my shadow cutting across her skin.
“Touch yourself,” I order.
Her breath catches, confusion flashing in her eyes. “What?”
“I said—touch yourself. Show me how you fuck yourself.”
She hesitates, hands twitching as if she might cover herself instead. “I—this is insane—”
I chuckle darkly. “And yet here you are. You kill men and sew their balls into their eye sockets, hellcat. Don’t pretend this is insane.”
That makes her smirk. “You know what? I might go to jail tomorrow, so…” She leans back, spreading her legs, fingers sliding between them.
My cock throbs instantly.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, dragging a chair forward and sitting with my legs spread. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
She hesitates for half a second, then I see it, that little glint of defiance in her eyes that warns me she’s about to break my rule.
Her fingers move faster, circling her clit, dipping lower to fuck herself with quick thrusts.
“Good girl,” I murmur, voice thick.
“How many more on your list?” My voice is low, eyes locked on her hand. I’m watching every circle her fingers make against her clit, every flicker in her expression.
She freezes.
