Page 60 of The Masks We Break

Blood pools in her cheeks, and before I know what I’m doing, I kiss her nose. It’s a delicate thing to do, but it makes her smile, visibly loosening her tight shoulders.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, seriousness lining my voice so she knows.

SoIknow.

There is no going back after this.

She nods, her breath coming in pants now, but I shake my head. “I need to hear the words, puppet.”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

And that’s all I needed. I pull open the drawer in my bedside table and make quick work of sliding on a condom. When I turn back, I grab both of her wrists, thrusting them above her head.

I bring my face a few inches away, a low commanding voice in place. “After this, I need you to know, to understand, you aremine.”

The muscles in my neck tighten, waiting for her response, hoping against all hope that she agrees. That no matter how short lived this thing between us might be, she’ll agree to the ride. I plan to explore, appreciate, and dominate every inch of her body, taking her to the brink of insanity and bring her back again. I’ll do it until my last breath or until she decides she wants more, whichever comes first.

When her breath shudders and she whispers, “I’m yours.” I plunge forward, burying myself inside her in one swift thrust.

She screams out, fighting softly against my hold while I have to stop and take a calming breath. Her channel is too tight, squeezing around me, guaranteeing I won’t last long. I gaze down at her to make sure she’s okay, but then she hooks her legs around my back, forcing me in deeper.

Fuck.

I groan, my eyes rolling back. She’s so wet my dick slides out easily, and I have to push through the resistance to glide back inside. She writhes beneath me, her moans loud in my ear as I find the perfect pace. I drive into her small body, capturing one breast in my mouth, tugging at the nipple with my teeth.

“Oh my—Blaze!” she mewls, and it breaks something open in my chest.

We’ve waited for this moment since we first laid eyes on each other, and it couldn’t be anymore perfect.Shecouldn’t be any more perfect.

Her hips tilt up, meeting my thrusts, sparking a healthy bit of annoyance in my veins. I keep her hands above her with one of mine and let the other slip between her legs. Her clit is slippery, soaked in her juices, and swollen.

I want her at my mercy, begging for release, and since I’m so fucking close to exploding, I don’t hold back.

My fingers find the cool metal embedded into her skin and pull. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her jolt forward, squirming more forcefully against my hold.

“Blaze, please.”

A whisper of a smile appears across my mouth before I slow my pace, easing the slow burning build rising in my spine. Again, I flick the sensitive bud, watching her squirm. More pleas escape her, and soon her pussy flutters, promising her orgasm.

I release her hands, grabbing the pillow beside her and shove it under her lower back, tipping her body to the perfect angle. I lean back, enjoying the way her entire body is exposed in front of me, watching as my dick glides in and out.

She captures her own bouncing breasts, rolling the nipple in her fingers and it shoots a spike of arousal up my shaft, as if I needed any more. I grip her hips, picking back up the pace, my release so fucking close, it tingles through my entire body.

“Show me how you play with that pussy when you think of me, puppet.”

Her eyes peel open, but only enough to let her free hand slip between us, finding her shining pearl, any hint of shyness gone. Two fingers roll over it once. Twice. Three times. And then she combusts, her walls squeezing around me as if to suck me deeper inside. Just as before her breathing stops, her toes crack, and she comes undone on my cock.

The most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.

It throws me over the edge, fire scorching through my spine. Fireworks explode across my vision, my heart pumping dangerously fast. It takes me longer than normal to come down, and even counting to six with slow breaths does little to help.

But finally, as I regain some composure and slip out of her, my lungs expand normally. Her eyes are glazed over and just as before, I wrap her in my arms, humming and stroking her hair, coaxing her back to earth. We sit like this for a little longer, and I take the opportunity to commit every bit of it to memory. A strange knot forms in my throat, knowing that one day this will stop.

“So what made you want to…” Her sleepy voice floats in the space between us, diverting my thoughts.

She doesn’t have to explain for me to see where she’s headed. Hugging her closer, I kiss the top of her head. “My life has been controlled more than your average person, so naturally taking some of that power back in other avenues became... addictive. It morphed into my wanting to inflict the right type of dominance and euphoria on my partners.”

She stirs slightly, but only nods, tracing the veins in my forearm. “Is that why you call me puppet. You want to control me?”

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