Page 34 of Your Masked Haunting

She winces. “And don’t make me beg again, okay? I think I hate that.”

“I’m sure you do.” I chuckle softly. “I won’t ask you for permission before I do something. I’ll bend you, shape you however I see fit. I’m not stopping until you can’t stand, until your words are delirious and slurred.” My fingers trail down her to her collarbone, tracing the horizontal line until I slip my fingers under the straps of her bra and top, pushing them off her shoulder, and then the other.

Her body drifts toward mine, the same hunger burning in her as the one in me. She nods as her eyelids fall to half-mast. “Yes.”

“Give me a safe word,” I demand, trying not to focus on how perfect her throat feels in my hand. “Use it, and I freeze immediately. Do you understand?”

“So, do I tell you my safe word now or say that I understand?” She bats her eyes, a devilish smirk on her lips.

“Okay, now you’re just asking for it.” I tighten my grasp around her neck, and excitement glistens in her stare, her arms twisting beneath my grip above her head.

“Is Ghostface too on the nose?” She squints, glancing toward the floor where her mask is lying. “Or maybe Barney since he looks like he could be your long-lost brother.”

The darkest laugh vibrates through my chest, and I lower my head, my voice husky and menacing. “I’m going to destroy you.”

“If you can,” she whispers, and my dick pulses hard, begging to slide down her throat and shut that smart mouth up. “I’ve decided. My safe word is Ghostface.”

“Got it.” Dropping my touch from her body, I step back until I’m leaning against the big desk a few feet back. “Now take your clothes off, piece by piece.”

She pouts. “You don’t want to?”

I scoff. “If you want those clothes to be wearable after we’re done, I better keep my hands over here.”

She swallows hard, and her blush deepens. She hesitates, her eyes still glued to mine, and I give her all the time she needs to regain her confidence. A few breaths later, she tucks her hands behind her back, undoing the zipper of her skirt.

She shimmies it down her hips and legs, until the pleather’s in a crumpled pile on top of her mask. Her skin glows in the candlelight as she sheds her tank top next, standing before me in just her panties, bra, and stockings.

I run my hand over my length, adjusting the uncomfortable tightness. “Do you see what you do to me?”

Disobeying my orders already, she takes a step toward me. “Let me get a closer look.”

For the sheer selfishness of wanting to see her in this outfit for a little while longer, I oblige, gesturing to the space in front of me. “Be my guest.”

The hardwood isn’t nice to kneel on long-term, but for a couple of minutes, she’ll choose to make me feel good over the ache against her skin. Then I’ll make it all worthwhile and reward her.

Dropping to the floor, she reaches up and grabs my joggers, pulling them and my boxers down in a smooth motion. My erection springs free, bobbing in the air between us.

She watches it bounce with hooded eyes and parted lips, staring at it like it’s the Mona fucking Lisa. Our expressions are the same because I swear to God, she’s a literal work of art and I’ll never stop admiring her.

“Lock your hands behind your back and open your mouth,” I order her, reaching down and running my hand over her hair as she does as told, without a snarky remark this time. “You think I’ll fit in there? Wider.”

A flash of rebellion narrows her eyes before she listens, opening her mouth as wide as she can.

“There you go.” I reach under her chin and tip her head back more. “Stick your tongue out.”

She does, nearly salivating to taste me. So that’s exactly what I’m going to give her–something to taste.

Tipping my mask up, just enough to expose my mouth, I bend down and spit onto her tongue, clapping her rosy cheek with my fingers. “There you go, baby. Swallow.” I pull my mask back into place.

With a blush trickling down her body, she presses her lips together and gulps, the dirtiest smile taking over.

I know I can’t enjoy her mouth too much tonight. Even the thought of what’s to come is bringing me too close to the edge. But next time she’s kneeling before me, she’s going to have to beg me for every breath because my cock’s going to be jammed down her throat as I fuck her mouth like my own personal toy.

Leaning forward, she tries to take me between her lips, but I shift my hips out of the way. She crashes forward, her hands flying out and flattening against my thighs.

“Oops,” I murmur, turning back and making my dick bounce off the side of her cheek. “You want it?”

She nods, her eyes big and bright.