“Green.”
“Good girl. I knew you’d be so easy to take. Too bad your little boyfriend isn’t around to watch. Do you think he’d like to watch you get fucked?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she snaps.
And that’s when I lose it. Not her boyfriend? Sure, okay. I only know her deepest, darkest fantasies that she couldn’t tell anyone else, but yeah, being her boyfriend is what’s un-fucking-realistic in this scenario.
She senses the shift in my mood as I lift off from her.
“Wait . . . I didn—ahhh.”
I drag her again by her wrists along the hallway and into my bedroom.
I’d installed a neon light to use for nights like this, the red glow seeping an indecent light onto the silk bedsheets I’d ordered. They looked almost liquid. So when I lift her up and throw her onto the bed, she practically slides up toward the pillows.
Her legs kick as she tries to scramble out of reach, but the best thing about silk sheets is that there's no traction. I grab an ankle and slide her back to me like butter spreads across toast. Like she was made for it.
I grab her boots, pulling them off and throwing them over my shoulder one by one. I crawl ontop of her next, clipping the handcuff around the tape between her wrists. It won’t leave marks on her, not this time, but she’s mine for the taking now.
Her breathing is heavy, and as I slide down the zipper to her jeans, she gives a halfhearted attempt to stop me.
“Please don’t do this,” she whimpers.
I ignore her, pulling down her jeans, revealing her black lace thong. Goddamn perfect. I hold her legs down, spread wide, dipping my masked face between her legs, taking a long smell of her soaked cunt. Jesus, I can smell her fear, her arousal. Everything she wants and has been too afraid to ask for.
“I told you you’ll beg for me by the end of this.”
I jump off her, heading to the kitchen to get what I didn’t have on hand last time.
“You can’t fucking leave me here like this, you little shit!” she cries out, the clink of the handcuffs rattling against my headboard.
When I return to the room, I lean against the doorframe, playing with the knife, the pointy end balancing against the pad of my finger as I tilt my head.
“Oh shit,” she murmurs, her eyes dropping to the knife and back up to my mask.
She knows her colors. She just used it for the tape. But she says nothing. She wants to see how far I can take her.
“Yeah, princess. You’re going to have to be very, very still for this.” I take the blunt edge of the knife, scraping it between her breasts and down her stomach. She’s still clothed for now. Her shirt was inching up after I threw her onto the bed. I place the knife next to her, just out of reach. I slide my gloved hands up her torso, settling between her breasts where the fabric stretches taut. Slipping my fingers between the buttons, I tilt my head one more time.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she warns.
She can’t see my grin, but I wish she could. I rip the fabric apart, buttons flying in all directions, and for a split second, her mouth parts in disbelief before she starts spewing utterly vile words from that pretty little mouth of hers. I push the fabric away, admiring the plush, pillowy breasts laid out before me. She’s a vision. A vile, demonic vision that I can’t get enough of.
I lift my mask a few inches so I can lap my tongue over the swell of her tits before biting down hard. Her onslaught of insults pauses for a moment as she lifts her cunt up toward my cock. I can feel her. God knows I can feel her. My cock wants in, and he’s doing everything he can to make this situation as painful as possible until I finally slide home.
“Better. You’re so pretty when you’re quiet.”
“I will scream this place down so loud you’ll have to move, you piece of shit.”
I hold my gloved hand against her mouth,lifting a finger to my masked lips before picking up the knife. I trail the glinting blade blunt side down between the valley of her breasts. Her chest heaves, and she whimpers against my hand.
“Are you going to be quiet, princess?”
She nods aggressively against my hand.
I ease up my grip on her face, and her lips part, sucking in a deep breath. As she agreed, she stays quiet for now.
“Please don’t do this,” she whispers. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
