Yup. There it is. We’re sexting. Will he know if I don’t? I kind of want to. I kind of don’t. I’m not sure I have enough hands for this since I’m unfamiliar with sexting protocol.
Like do you hold the phone or put it down? Do I take pictures with the flash, or do I keep it in selfie mode? I just have so many questions. That in itself is kinda killing the mood here.
My Lord
Are you my good girl?
Big dick energy, I tell myself. It’s go time.
Lieshe
Yes
My Lord
Liar. Bad girls get punished. Is that what you really want? For me to punish you… turn that ass red, edge you until you beg for me? Oh, ma Reine Rouge, comme je veux que tu me supplies.
Lieshe
Can’t I be both?
I give a fist pump. Damn, I’m clever. Maybe I can handle this sexting thing after all. I stare at the screen, waiting for his reply, and start walking back toward my bed to get cozy for the rest of this chat when my head snaps up.
Before I can react to the looming presence, the intruder grabs me from behind, wrapping an arm around my abdomen and capturing me against his body, muffling my scream with the other hand. My phone and the charging cable go flying.
“Abso-fucking-lutely you can. But not tonight. You lied to me. And I told you not to leave that key in your porch light,ma petite fille coquine. Or is that what you wanted, hm? Some stranger to sneak into your room, maybe while you are sleeping?”
My heart pounds furiously, my lungs burn as I desperately try to move enough air in and out of my nose. Luke’s cinnamon smell and familiar voice growling in my ear just barely cuts through my panic.
Although I’m so thankful this is Luke, I don't know if I’ll ever recover from this shock. I sure as shit will never hide a key again.
Luke spins me around and pushes my shoulders, causing me to fall backwards onto the chaise. I stare up at him, still breathing like a racehorse. The moonlight streaming through the stained-glass windows highlights his raven mask, while his swirling black cloak blends his body into the darkness.
“Damn, Luke, you scared the shit out of me!” My voice is high pitched and breathy with fear. I clutch my chest as my breaths are still coming shallow and my heart races.
He kneels in front of the chaise, pushing himself between my knees and forcing my legs apart. Tearing off his cloak, he throws it to the side.
He leans over me and wraps his hands around my exposed throat, whispering, “Do you have any idea how dangerous that could be?”
His words sneak into the deep recesses of my mind, worming their way to secret, dark fantasies securely kept locked away. Until now. Until him.
I know in my heart this is Luke, but his raven mask adds another level of dangerous exhilaration. The silver moonlight highlights his yellow-green eyes. For a moment, I’m transported back to my dream, drowning in the nearly identical eyes of the serpent. I blink and find Luke staring back at me intently.
“Luke,” I exhale.
“Oh,non ma belle coquine,” he whispers darkly. “Who am I?”
My heart pounds erratically as I inhale through my mouth, trying to draw enough oxygen into my starving lungs. Luke stares back into my eyes through his mask, tracing a finger down my forehead and over my nose, probing at my lips.
I automatically open my mouth and suck on it, swirling my tongue. He tastes so much darker than cinnamon tonight. He hums deep in his throat, pushing his finger further and further in, never breaking eye contact.
“Très bien.There’s my good girl.” He pulls it out just before I gag hard and, bringing it to his own mouth, sucks it with a moan that ignites my desire. “Your fear and innocence are exquisite. I could fucking drown in it.Mais quelle belle façon de mourir.”
He stares down at me and at this angle, the mask shadows his eyes, making them appear black, and hides the bottom of his face. He looks so strange and eerie.
Luke reaches up to the collar of his black t-shirt and rips it down the center, tossing the ruined scraps to the side. The sound of the ripping fabric has my skin rippling into goosebumps.
I should be afraid of this masked man who snuck into my room. I know that is the logical reaction. But secretly I am thrilled he ripped his shirt off and left the mask on. The very air pulses with dark mystery and the promise of fulfilled dark desires.
