“Let go, siren. Dream of all the dirty, filthy things you want me to do to you and let go.”
I want to tie her wrists and ankles to the posts, so she’s spread eagle for me. At my mercy. To do my filthiest worst.
But I also want her free to fall into this depravity with me all on her own.
And I also need her so goddamn much that it feels like I’ll die if it doesn’t happen in the next thirty seconds.
Her orgasm hits sudden and hard, just like an earthquake has cracked open her soul, and her cries fill the room. I watch in rapt fascination as her pussy clenches and squeezes the toy.
Jesus Christ, I want that to be my dick.
Ineedthat to be my dick.
Once her orgasm starts to fade, with her heavy-lidded eyes on me, I lift the vibrator to my mouth and suck it clean.
Her taste is like heroin dumping into my veins, and I feel a euphoric fog fall over me. With my PTSD, I’ve always stayed away from using drugs to numb pain and quiet my ghosts, and I only ever allow myself two drinks; however, I know she’s just become an addiction that will be hard to shake.
I don’t know her name or what she even looks like. This has never happened to me with another partner. Ever.
But there’s no way in hell that I’m going to question it right now or deny myself this.
Her breathing is shaky as she’s still coming down from her release, and I gather her in my arms, carrying her over to the swing. Gently, I lay her on the pad that supports her body. I have her feet arranged into the stirrups before she’s more coherent. She twists her head, realizing she’s no longer on the bed, and studies the swing before looking back at me.
“You came so beautifully for me, siren.” I shrug out of my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Then I undo my belt and zipper, freeing my throbbing dick.
Her eyes are riveted to it, and she swallows. “That’s…that’s one really big penis.”
I chuckle and fist it.
“I want to see you,” she whispers, lifting her eyes to mine. “All of you. If that’s okay?”
She’s lying completely naked, exposed with her feet in the straps, with her wet pussy open and laid bare.
“Anything for you, siren.”
I’m not opposed to taking off my clothes; it’s just not something I often think of doing. It’s not like I crave skin-to-skin contact or closeness with my partners. And on Masked Night, I never undress, so my tattoos remain hidden and I can keep the anonymity game going.
But with her, I meant those words:anything for you.
Her eyes are locked on my body as I undress. Once I’m naked, I stand still, letting her study me.
Her gaze lingers on the tattoo of a lotus blooming over my heart, but she doesn’t ask any questions about it or my choice of safe word. Nor does she ask anything of the Recon Jack tattoo Ihave on my right bicep from my Marine days, or of the eagle with its wings spread that covers my pec and up onto my shoulder.
I have other tattoos on my neck, hidden by my mask, as well as the logo for our MC on my back, but I keep facing her, so she only sees my chest as her eyes lift back up to mine.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, then bites her lip. “In a very masculine, alpha way.”
“You’re the beautiful one, siren.” I step between her spread legs, heady at the thought of being inside her. “I’m privileged to see such a beauty as you, uncovered and unhidden. And I’m going to mark all your beautiful skin with my cum.”
I press the head of my engorged cock to her pussy. She sits up like I electrocuted her, her hands flying up to ward me off.
I’m alarmed by her reaction until she chokes out, “Condom.”
How thefuckhad I forgotten a condom? I’veneverhad unprotected sex—I even glove up for blow jobs.
But I find I don’t want to put a condom on; I don’t want any sort of barrier between us. Which is stupid and a complete mindfuck. Along with how I suddenly want to rip off my mask. Not because it’s hot as hell, but because I want her to know who’s sinking into her tight pussy. Who’s fucking her.Claimingher.
Mentally shaking my head at myself, I reach over to the bowl that sits on top of the chest of drawers and grab a condom. Instead of putting it on myself, though, I hand it to her.
