Page 40 of Merciless Prince
I needed it.
I spent the rest of the day on tenterhooks, practically salivating at the thought of what was to come. I wondered if Mystery Man would tell me his name this time, or tell me anything at all.
Part of me hoped he did, for obvious reasons, but another part of me liked how the inscrutable secrecy of the situation left him with all the control. Without knowing his identity or how to get in touch with him, I had no say over anything. I would only see him when he wanted to see me and come when he wanted me to come.
The idea of that lack of power and control left me breathless with anticipation. It was the same level of danger and dirtiness that made me weak at the knees and ready to submit to anything on the night of the masquerade party.
At ten o’clock, I did my makeup and put the lingerie on. The bra was black with sheer panels and spliced parts at the front that left my nipples exposed, and the panties were crotchless and attached to a matching black garter belt. A pair of sheer black thigh-high stockings completed the look.
I found a pair of black high heels and slid them on. Then I went and unlocked my door, using the photo of the mask to block the locking mechanism.
My legs trembled as I headed back over to the bed and picked up the blindfold, letting the soft fabric slide over my fingertips. I arranged myself on all fours and wrapped the silk around my head, tying it tightly at the back.
My world had gone dark, but my senses were on fire. I heard everything around me, no matter how faint—the soft hum of the fan in my laptop, crickets chirping outside, laughter from the dorms around me. My skin felt extra-sensitive, too, and goosebumps were peppering every inch of me even though the room wasn’t cold.
My door opened a moment later. It closed again almost immediately, with a heavy thud that let me know it was locked this time.
He was here.
I held my breath as footsteps drew closer to my bed. When they stopped, a warm hand reached for me, taking my ponytail and gently pulling it before guiding it down to my chest. The tail end brushed one of my nipples, making it stiffen as the tickling sensation sent a shiver through my body.
“Mm… yes,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.
Mystery Man didn’t respond. He drew his hand away from my chest and slowly trailed his fingertips over my ass, sending another frisson of pleasure through me. Seconds later, his warm touch vanished from my bare skin, leaving me shivering with anticipation. I heard a soft clinking sound from somewhere, and then he reached for my hands and tapped on the underside of my wrists, gesturing for me to lift them up.
I did as he silently commanded, core flooding with warmth as a pair of handcuffs closed around my right wrist. I heard the other cuff closing around the black wrought iron at the top of my bedframe, locking me in place.
I swallowed down my nerves and gripped the bedhead with my left hand to keep myself steady. Before I could take my next breath, Mystery Man fisted my ponytail and tugged my head backward, making me gasp as his lips opened over my neck.
Pain prickled over my scalp, but it was mixed with pleasure as Mystery Man licked a slow trail from my neck to my collarbone before moving back up to my left earlobe. I caught the deliciously-woodsy scent of his cologne again, and I felt heat rolling off him, too. As his lips and tongue played with my skin, his free hand moved down to cup me between the legs. The heel of his palm pressed against my clit and rubbed in slow circles, making stars flash in my vision. Then one finger pressed through the slit in the panties and slid inside me, delving deep in the warm wetness.
My core clenched with need as liquid fire pooled inside me, and I let out a whimper. “Please… more….”
I thought he might sink another finger inside me. Instead he withdrew the one that was in me, let go of my ponytail, and positioned himself behind me, hands gripping my ass cheeks so tightly that I knew there would be crescent-shaped marks there tomorrow, even though his nails were short.
A second later, I felt his warm breath on me. Two seconds later, his tongue was sliding up and down between my legs, running all the way from my pussy up to my ass. I gasped as he spread my cheeks wider and tongued the tight pucker in quick little circles, making jolts of electricity shoot through my veins. No one had ever put their mouth in that spot before. I’d never even played with the area myself; not even when I dreamed up my filthiest fantasies.
I knew then that I would let this man do anything to me, even if I wasn’t handcuffed to the bed without a choice in the matter. I would turn myself into a sentient sex doll for him, let him fuck all three holes whenever he wanted. He could even pull out a toy and fuck my ass and pussy at the same time and I would only scream and beg for more.
The thought of being so utterly at his mercy made me flood with arousal again, dripping down my thighs. I was having trouble breathing, too. I’d never felt so empty, so needy.
I arched my back, pressing myself harder into Mystery Man’s face as he continued to play between my legs with his tongue. “Please,” I begged, grateful that he couldn’t see the pained look of desperation on my face. “Fuck me.”
He pulled his mouth and hands away, leaving me aching for more of his touch. The sound of his zipper opening made me bite my bottom lip, and then he was pressing up against me, rubbing the thick head of his stiff cock over my slick entrance.
“Wait,” I gasped. “Protection.”
For a second I was worried he would refuse and fuck me bare anyway, but he moved back, and I heard the sound of a foil packet ripping. Then he was pressing his cock up to my entrance again, teasing me with it.
“Now,” I groaned, feeling my inner walls clenching with desperate desire.
He responded by slapping his cock against my pussy, like he was punishing me for trying to dictate his next move to him. Then he lined himself up with my entrance and plunged inside, spearing me with his entire length.
He didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size. He fucked me hard, mercilessly, until I moaned and bit my lip so hard I tasted blood in my mouth. When I cried out, he gave my ass a slap and thrust even harder, filling me so roughly that my body could barely take it.
I finally grew accustomed to the brutal movements, and I let my hips and ass move, rotating them up, down, and around so that I was practically twerking on the thick cock inside me. Mystery Man groaned and moved with me, adjusting to my movements and rhythm, and then he started to rub his thumb over my asshole.
We were fucking like animals now, grunting and groaning as we took and took from each other. It was raw, visceral, wild. Pain and pleasure at the same time. Noises that I didn’t recognize escaped from my mouth every time the thumb on my asshole pressed inside me a little bit more, and soon it was all the way inside, making me whimper as I finally experienced the sensation of having two holes filled at once.
