I wonder how much of the fear gets her wet.
Stepping close to her, I turn the knife and point it down, holding it against the nape of her neck.
“Are you scared?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Good.” Grabbing the top of her sweater, I use the knife to slice the material open. Exposing her bare tits and watching her nipples harden as the cold air hits them. Leaning down, I look up at her with my mask as I tear her pants apart.
“Damn it. Was that really necessary?”
Yanking the ripped pants and sweater, I toss them aside, standing inches from her. Allowing my eyes to rake over her bare skin, loving the way she begins to squirm under my concealed gaze.
She can’t see me but I can see all of her.
I love hiding behind a mask; it makes me feel so powerful, a type of thrill I can’t even put into words. With this mask on, I can become anything she wants me to be—the kind of monster she’s only seen in her dreams. A dark, secret indulgence shared only between the two of us.
And I guess Aaron and Tristan, if they were here, but I’m a little relieved Aaron isn’t around to see this side of me.
Slowly, I drag the edge of the knife up her body, tracing it with care until it reaches her chin. Selene’s eyes widen, and her breathing quickens, unsure of what kind of animal she’s foolishly trusted.
“Open up,” I order, expecting resistance but she licks her lips before parting them.
Placing the knife horizontally in between her teeth, she bites down, the blade so close to her lips. “Keep that in place or you’re going to cut your beautiful, dirty mouth.”
Selene readjusts her arms, trying to get comfortable.
Impatient little slut.
Scanning the room, my eyes land on a black spreader bar tucked in the corner, surrounded by an assortment of toys. I leave her suspended for a moment, her soft whimpers following me as I retrieve it. When I return, she’s shivering faintly, her body trembling against the chill in the air. I act as if I don’t notice, my movements deliberate as I kneel and secure her ankles to the bar.
The mechanism locks in increments, and each subtle shift she makes forces her legs wider apart, leaving her completely exposed. Vulnerable. I take a step back, watching her squirm, her hips instinctively shifting as if seeking relief she can’t have. The sight sends a dark thrill through me—she’s powerless, unable to give her needy pussy a little rub.
I haven’t decided what to do with her yet, but one thing’s certain: whatever fantasies she has about being taken hard and fast in this position won’t be fulfilled tonight. Not by me anyways.
I just can’t bring myself to do it.
Walking back to the shelf, my eyes skimming over the collection of toys as my hand slips into my pocket. Pulling out the pager I’d swiped earlier—the one I’d found tucked under the hotel bar when everyone was too distracted with our shiny new plaything—I allow myself a small, satisfied smile, knowing I outsmarted Tristan.
His number is already committed to memory. Paying attention and always being ten steps ahead comes in handy for times like these.
Me:Come get your pet. She’s a little tied up at the Christmas tree farm.
I hopehe gets pissed when he realizes his tight security didn’t work on me. Years of stalking and dealing with my addiction taught me a thing or two. I grab a few items before heading back to my little prisoner. I’m sure the anticipation is driving her crazy.
I start with the rope, tying it beneath one knee, looping it around her neck, and securing it behind the other knee. I make sure to avoid triggering the ankle bar.
“Beautiful, if I do say so myself.”
She moans, biting down on the knife to hold it in place. She could just drop it but she hasn’t. Drool glistens down her chin and her neck. I lift my mask and rest it on top of my head, taking a step toward her.
Selene’s body shakes as I slowly lick the spit off her skin.
I can smell them on her.
She starts yanking on the ropes and restraints, the ankle bar clicks into second place. I slap her hard, leaving a print on her bare ass. She shuts her eyes, breathing through the pain. But her nipples harden instantly, her body telling me just how much she’s enjoying all of this.
A bead of blood glides down her chin, and the little vibrator I secured to her buzzes to life as I slide the knife from her mouth. Grabbing her chin, I tilt her face to the side and drag the tip of my tongue along the trail of blood, sucking hard when I reach her lip where the blade split her open.
