I text her from my real phone.
Jonesy:Sorry, just getting in my car now. Another five minutes. Help yourself to anything.
Katie:I’ll help myself to your kitchen knife if that’s not you in the bedroom.
Jonesy:What are you talking about?
Three little dots appear and quickly disappear. I don’t want her to actually get the kitchen knife, but it does give me an idea. Nothing like a little danger-foreplay until someone gets a bit stabby.
I use the opportunity to set the record straight. I pull down my mask. I got one that glows, Xs over the eyes, lips sewn shut—it’s terrifying in the dark. I’ve got my boots on too, and I take my sweet ass time as I thud down the long hallway. Her little breaths become more and more erratic the closer I get. I can just about see her, the red glow of the mask working surprisingly well to light up the otherwise pitch-black room.
I have a dark hoodie on with no T-shirt underneath. I pull the hood up over my head; my leather gloves and black sweats are on. I look the part. I did some sleuthing on a certain app over the weekend, eager to bring to life the fantasy for Katie. Masked men are a real kink, and I am leaning into it hard. I practiced my moves in the mirror, not that I’ll admit that to her. As of now, I’m standing in the middle of my living room, creepily tilting my head to one side.
Her scream pierces my ears as she jumps up from behind the couch, launching a couch cushion at my head with scary precision. The woman could have been a dart thrower in another life, as it causes the metal zipper to cut into my chest.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
She runs at me, bravely or stupidly, and pummels my chest until I grab her wrists in one hand, holding them high above her head. The movement causes her shirt to rise and her tits to stick out into my chest. As I lean down, my masked nose to her nose, I say, “That wasn’t very nice now, was it?”
The lavender of her perfume invades my senses, making me feel delirious as it mixes with the scent of salt, fear, and adrenaline pumping out her fight-or-flight receptors. She whimpers, pupils dilating into hungry black pools of pure lust. A sheen of sweat coats her forehead. The fear is real, but her arousal is too. I shove her down onto the couch before climbing on top of her so I'm straddling her. Pulling the tape out of my back pocket, I grab her wrists again, pulling them roughly up.
A small whimper escapes her, and a hint of doubt sneaks in. She knows her colors; she knows it’s me. She hasn’t even tried to stop me.
I wrap the duct tape around her wrists a few times.
“You get off on this?” she spits. “Pathetic.”
With my free hand, I pinch her cheeks. “Shut the fuck up, or I’ll give you something better to do with your mouth.”
“I’ll bite it off.”
“You’ll be begging to suck me off by the time this is all over, princess.”
I can’t help but use her nickname. A small reassurance that it's me, despite the voice modifier I’m using.
An unsteady breath escapes her, and her shoulders visibly relax. Enough of that.
I jump off her, then pull her off the couch by her wrists so her ass smacks hard on the floor. My neighbors are gonna be bitching and moaning, but honestly, I couldn’t care less right now.
I drag her across the room as she kicks and screams. Once she’s in the middle of the room, I straddle her, crouching down as I push my hand into her sternum.
She quietens immediately.
“Are you gonna be quiet? Or am I going to have to tape your mouth too?”
Her lips part, her brows scrunching. I run my palm up the valley of her breasts and up to her throat. I squeeze the sides, pulling her head up. “Answer, or I’ll make the decision for you.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
“Tape it is.”
“Orange!”
I pause...shit. She stills, her eyes pleading. The thumping in my chest feels so loud I’m surprised she can’t hear it. I need this to be good for her, but this is the first time we’ve stepped over into something she doesn’t want. Pride fills my chest that she’s using her safe word.
“Change of plans, princess. I want to hear you moaning when I eventually fuck you. Can’t dothat if you’re taped shut now, can I?”
She shakes her head, letting out a low breath.
