After a minute of him shuffling around my kitchen, his hands glide over my satin pyjamas, then slip under the fabric of my camisole, finding my breasts as they hang heavy without a bra.
My nipples harden to bullets with his rough skin against mine.
He squeezes them in both hands, rolling them beneath his palms. “I watched you in the bath and I watched you touch your aching pussy in the bedroom. Is there no satisfying this greedy cunt of yours?”
With one hand still fondling my breast, his other slips inside my shorts at the front.
I squeeze my thighs together, preventing him from touching me there. I don’t want him to know how embarrassingly wet I am right now. My forehead rests against the oven door, grateful for the darkness hiding my flushed cheeks.
“Is that how you’re playing tonight?” He chuckles into my ear. “We can play that game. But I promise you’ll be begging for my cock soon enough.”
With both hands, he yanks down my shorts. The fabric falls down my legs, pooling at my bare feet on the cool kitchen tiles. He squeezes my arse cheeks, kneading under his palms as if he’s a baker, taking pride in his work.
I drop my head, gazing at the outline of my toes in the darkness. A slither of moonlight casts shadows on the floor. My masked shadow swallows me whole as I submit to the primal need inside of me. He works my body, moulding my muscles to his until I’m relaxed, held up only by my wrists and his warm hands on my skin.
Wetness pools between my legs, my thighs embarrassingly slick with need. Thankful for the darkness, my flushed cheeks are hidden from view. I moan as his fingers slip between my thighs from behind.
“I knew you were soaked.” He must have removed the mask, as I feel his lips against my shoulders. “Give me your mouth.” He fists my hair, tugging my head back, teeth nip at my neck before his lips crash against mine.
With one hand tugging on my hair, his other wraps around my throat as he devours my mouth.
I meld to his lips, my tongue duelling with his for dominance as I try to gain entry into his mouth. I need to run my tongue along his teeth. I need to know if I’m losing my mind or if there’s any truth to what I feel.
We’re a frenzy of tongues, teeth and lips as he ravishes my mouth. It’s predatory, rough and all-consuming. My tongue breaks the barrier, but before I can feel for his chipped tooth, he’s sucking on my tongue, then biting and nipping at my lips.
I’m gasping for breath as he kisses my jaw, then latches on to my neck. The last set of marks he left there have faded.
He nips at my ear. “You belong to me, nightingale.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, delirious with pleasure.
“I’m the only one who gets to make you come.” He growls in my ear. “As much as I love watching you touch yourself. You didn’t ask my permission.”
“I’m sorry.” My bottom clenches with a stinging slap. “Ow.”
He chuckles as he rubs the flesh on my cheek. “You remember your safe word?”
“Yes.” My muscles tense, waiting for the next smack against my bottom.
He spanks my behind again, this time much harder, causing a loud crack to ripple through the air.
I suck in a breath through my teeth at the sting, the sensation completely new to me.
Another stinging slap causes me to cry out. “Sh...” Shane’s name is on the tip of my tongue as I imagine it’s him. “Shit.” It can’t be him. Shane would never do this.
There’s a click of a switch, then everything seems brighter behind my blindfold.
“Your ass looks so pretty with my handprint.” He’s back to rubbing the stinging flesh with his palm. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you, kiss you, and mark you like this.”
“Yes, sir.” My body’s burning up. Aware of the light on, I’m hiding my face, hanging my head low between my shoulder blades, my red flamed cheeks flat against the cool glass of my oven is the only thing stopping me from combusting.
His fingers slip between my thighs, gathering the slickness pooling there and lathering it between my cheeks. “Does my girl need to come?”
I push my bottom out, needing more of his thick fingers. “Please, sir.”
He whispers against my ear, “How do you want to come, baby? My fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”
Oh fuck. This man. “Cock. I want you inside me, sir.”
