Page 122 of Unmasked

I reared back, using a force so strong it caused my cock to harden. Skin peeled apart, and her knees locked just before she collapsed in the cuffs. Her sobs were loud as I still held to her hair. I dropped the cane, letting my fingers glide over the blood that began to race down the new opening.

I could fuck this woman. She was close enough to Penelope. I wanted to fuck her. But not as much as I wanted the real thing.

My eyes traveled over both of our nude bodies, and I made an aggravated sound. I dropped her hair, reaching up and unclasping the cuffs.

“Leave.”

There was no point in saying anything else. The woman collapsed, crawling and scrambling for her clothes, not even bothering to put them on as she raced for the door. I walked over, grabbing my phone and crawling into my bed. Just staring at Penelope’s name had pre-cum beginning to pool on my stomach. I reached down, wrapping my fist around the thick length, holding still as I hit the button. I stroked down, closing my eyes as ringing began to echo through.

“Your Majesty.”

Tighter I squeezed, trying to keep my voice sounding normal as I slowly began to stroke.

“You’re not at Rosemoor.”

She paused. “Not sleeping there, no. I did swing by for a few hours this morning. Have you had a chance to look over the email Jarrod and I sent you?”

“No.” I bit my lip, clinging to her words. To the tone. “I’d rather you tell me.”

“And bore you with work at such a late hour? You do realize it is almost ten.”

“You’re awake. I’m awake.”

A pause.

I swallowed hard, opening my eyes. “You said… even death.”

Hesitation, and then a deep laugh. Not happy. Dark. My lips parted, and I nearly moaned.

“So, death is on your mind. Or… perhaps you’re wondering about death so easily being on my mind.”

I swallowed down the sounds that wanted to come. “It was the way you said it. You’re not afraid of death.”

Time past as I soaked in her breaths. “No?”

“Mmm-mmm.”

The word came out more as a rumbling moan.

“I’m not saying I’m not afraid, Your Majesty. Maybe I am. But what if I wasn’t? What would you think about that?”

Faster, I stroked, tightening my jaw as I clutched to my phone.

“I think… I think I’d want you to prove it. I think…” Flashes of blood, of Penelope holding my cane overtook me. She was in my spot, marking the woman. Making her cry as she split skin. Going further. Taking her down and straddling her. Choking… and suffocating her. “I think I’d want to see it.”

“Is that right?”

The seductive purr left my toes pointing. My legs trembled through the orgasm I tried too hard to prolong. It was right there. So close.

“Could I… see something like that? Watch you…” I swallowed hard, trying so hard to control my voice. “Maybe you could come here. Somewhere safe. I could… provide…”

“You want to watch me kill someone?”

No judgment.

No alarm.

Smooth.