The second text brought me back to earth.
Me: No. I just... I'm nervous. In a good way.
Moth: How can I make it less scary?
I bit my lip and replied before I lost the nerve.
Me: Wear the mask?
It took almost five full minutes before my phone lit up again.
Moth: Kinky. You got it. Open the door when I knock.
Me: When are you coming?
I sat in bed for forty minutes before I heard a knock and hurried to the door. I looked out the peephole and my jaw dropped. He was wearing the mask.I opened the door an inch and suddenly it was being shoved open and a hand was on my throat. My masked man squeezed firmly, but not enough to cause pain. I gasped as he pushed me toward my bed and tossed me onto it.
I felt just how trapped I was in here with him.But I wasn't scared. Nervous, yes. But ready.
"I thought you weren't going to come," I said when he pulled his hand from my neck, allowing me to breathe.
Michael, Moth, whoever he was, shook his head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the long black scarf from the night before, and then another. He watched mecarefully, and I didn't understand until he snatched my wrist and roughly tugged me upward on the bed, quickly tying me to the post. I was too shocked to fight as he did the other one just as fast and soon I was bound and at the mercy of Michael Myers.
I pulled on the restraints but it bit into my skin and nothing else. I wasn't going anywhere.
Michael lifted my legs into the air like I was a rag doll and tugged on my panties. This wasn't at all how I expected my first time to be, but I wasn't mad. My core ached with desire. I needed to be touched. My legs fell open after he pulled my panties off and brought them to his mask. He inhaled deeply and I shuddered at how... invasive that felt. He stuffed my panties into his pocket and moved over me.
His hands went to my breasts, fondling me over the nightgown, eventually tugging on it until it ripped, making my breasts spill out. He tweaked them with one hand, while the other went to the wetness between my legs and began to massage me. I groaned as he toyed with my body, bringing me close to the edge and then stopping, only to do it all over again.
"More," I gasped. "I can't do this anymore. I need more," I begged. Michael cocked his head and nodded. It felt so grim, so dark, so... sexy. The idea that he couldn't speak, and had to communicate with just his hands and body turned me on immensely.
Michael stood on his knees and began tugging on his belt. He slid his clothes down, and my eyes zeroed in on the tattoo of my name, right at the top of the V in his hips. He did that for me. Why? Had I made him feel so strongly? He had branded himself for me. What did that mean? The tattoo had me so enraptured, I didn't even notice the eight-inch, thick and stiff cock pointing directly at me.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked.Michael shook hishead."I have them. In my suitcase." I nodded to the closet. He reached for my thighs, positioning himself between them and shook his head again. I laughed nervously. "Do you want me to get pregnant?"
He nodded, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I laughed, but when he didn't, I realized he was serious. We really weren't using a condom.He reached for his cock, stroking it as he positioned it against my folds.
"Don't hurt me," I whimpered, suddenly scared of how big his cock was. Michael thrust his hips, ignoring me completely. I cried out as he entered me. It felt like a weird bubble bursting and then pain. I was being stretched and it hurt! He waited a moment before pulling out some and then did it again. Tears slid down my cheeks as he ignored my cries and fucked me. And the crazy part was, I was happy. These tears weren't just ones of pain, but of pleasure too. It felt good to not be treated like a princess. To be treated like a toy that was meant for him.
He lifted my ass and pushed deeper into me, hitting something that felt… interesting. The pain of my first time soon disappeared as Michael used his hands to roam my body, pinching my nipples and teasing my clit. A different kind of pleasure took the place of pain, and I found myself gasping and moaning and then... exploding.
I'd heard stories and been told not to expect an orgasm my first time, but he'd done it. My masked lover had figured it out. He watched me unravel under him, and once I'd stopped shaking, he gripped my hips and thrust harder into me. I cried out, as he stretched me and fucked me into abandon, making me sob and beg to be let free, but he didn't listen. He continued to thrust until suddenly his body stiffened, shuddered, and his cock pulsed inside me. It took me a moment, between my own feelings, to realize he'd orgasmed.
He pulled out quickly, slid his pants back up, and thenleaned over, putting his hand around my throat.As I stared up at the masked man, a flash of something passed through my mind.Something I'd been told to forget. My brain squeezed in pain, and I gasped as I tried to remember. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on breathing, and then, it came to me.
The mask and what had happened to Marco Brandis.
Rule 27 - Delaney
Don’t trust anyone in Shelley Vale.
Three years ago.
"Delaney, are you there?" Fingers snapped in front of my face, and I blinked out of my catatonic state. I looked up at the doctor. He'd made another house call.
"Yes. I'm here."
"It doesn't seem so," he said. "What's wrong this time?"
