“I’m not a sadist,” he whispers. His breath is hot on my ear, and it sends goosebumps skittering over my skin. He licks from my bare shoulder toward my neck, finding a spot that makes my knees weak. “I don’t take pleasure in punishing you. But I’ll always give you what you need. If you need some pain to learn that I’m in this for real, then so be it.”
He pushes me forward so I’m bent over the table, my face pressed against the cool surface. I’m exposed and delirious with need when he plunges two fingers into my pussy without warning, causing me to let out a gasp that turns into a moan. He fucksme lazily—almost carelessly—with his fingers, building my excitement but never giving me enough to come. And then his hands are gone, and I hear the unmistakable clink of his belt opening.
He removes the plug, trickles cool lube over me, then replaces the plug with his cock. He wastes no time building me up this time and starts thrusting in at a consistently punishing pace.
“You’re mine,” he growls.
“Yes, Sir,” I cry out. “Yours. All yours.”
My asshole feels like it’s on fire, and tears prick my eyes, but I don’t want to safe word. I want to feel everything he gives me.
“Are you going to doubt me again?”
“No, Sir. Please! I promise. I promise.” I’m rambling, incoherent as the pain morphs to pleasure again, and the need tightening in my core feels like a powder keg ready to blow. “I can’t… I can’t hold back,” I yell, not caring about the others in the room with us as I will my body not to erupt. The fear of disappointing him fights against the unbearable pleasure.
He grabs my leg, pushing my knee onto the table, and with the added room, he strums my clit. My vision goes black as I try to breathe through the need. “Please, I can’t take it. I can’t hold back.”
But he only rubs my clit faster, fucks my ass harder, and brings me to the brink repeatedly while I cling to the edge, trying to stop myself from falling off the cliff with willpower alone.
“Please, Sir!” I beg as alarm slams into me that I won’t be able to stop myself. That I’ll disappoint him.
“I never said you couldn’t come this time,” he growls in my ear, and I detonate with a scream.
Pleasure surges through me unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. That voice I push down roars at me to accept our bond, whatever the hell that means. My teeth grow longer, and my mouth floods with some kind of liquid I’ve never experienced before.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This cannot be happening. I cover my mouth with my hand to hide the teeth that are so large I can’t close my lips.
The man behind me lets out a groan before his movements cease. He pulls out of my ass, spits on my hole, then slides the plug back in place. All the while I am box breathing, trying to ground myself in the scents and sights of the room we are in. But his scent is all I can smell, his touch is all I can feel, and I’m too afraid to open my eyes.
I keep breathing, though, and finally, my teeth shrink back to normal. He lowers my leg back to the floor, then pulls my dress down to cover my ass again. I wobble in my high-heeled boots, and my mystery man picks me up, cradling me against his chest and kissing my forehead.
He sits down with me in his lap, and a few moments later, he holds a bottle of water to my lips and urges me to drink.
“I’m bringing you home, Kitten,” he whispers as I close my eyes and drift off.
Chapter Nineteen
Maya
The smell of coffee permeates my slumber, rousing me from the most delicious dream. I bury my face in my pillow before arching my back and stretching. Then a gasp escapes me, and my hands fly to my ass where a butt plug remains nestled snugly inside me.
Oh my gawd, he brought me home. How the hell did we get back here without me remembering a thing? How did he even know where to take me? Did he undress me and take my mask off? Why are the dogs not howling to be let out? It’s past 9 a.m., they never let me sleep this long. My heart pounds as sounds from downstairs come into focus. I strain my ears and hear him singing something in Spanish.
I pull on my robe before sucking in a deep breath.
Breathe in for four seconds.
Hold for four seconds.
Out for four seconds.
Hold for four seconds.
I can do this.I am in control.
I descend the stairs, feeling wholly unprepared for what I’m walking into despite being in my own home. Still wearing his maskand black suit pants from last night, my yet-to-be-named mystery man stands with his bare back to me.
