Page 10 of He Who Sleeps

Chapter 3

Cleaned up, Petra smoothedher dress down her body and then zipped it up and stepped back into her heels. She wasn’t sure who was coming up to her next, but she wanted to be presentable at least.

Her body was still tingling, and her clit, her poor clit was going to be throbbing and not in a good way for the rest of the night. But this was all a means to an end. She had succeeded already once, though it didn’t have the desired effect she wanted, but it was Snake, the most reluctant of her seven. He wasn’t really interested, normally, so her actions were met with his normal amount of anger. Though his words, they hurt. She knew she’d started out as nothing but a fuck toy for them, but now...surely she wasn’t the only one feeling this?

Brushing her hair, she shook it out and then left the bathroom, walking through to the room beyond to see Stitches standing in the doorway.

"Hey, gorgeous." It was impossible to see his mouth behind the mask, but somehow she just knew he was smirking.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. Stitch, for all his quirks, had never hidden his want of her. “So I get to play with you now?” His tastes ran toward some pretty hardcore stuff, but he didn’t look like he was in the mood for his normal fare.

"Uh, no.Iget to play withyou," he corrected, his teeth flashing a grin in the shadows of his mask. "Come." He grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the door, no doubt heading for his own room, and they stepped out into the hallway. They'd barely taken three steps before he groaned and muttered something that sounded like 'fuck this,' and before she even knew what was happening, she was crushed up face front to the wall, her dress dragged up above her hips and his cock shoving between her thighs.

"Gonna fuck you right here where anyone can see you," he whispered, a rough hand covering her mouth as she whimpered. "Spread your legs so that anyone who walks by can see what a little slut you are."

Now this...this was what she expected. And, wonder of wonders, with the heels on she was the perfect height for him to just take her. She did as he asked, and popped her ass up, giving him even more room to work with. Stitch’s cock was a work of art, and she couldn’t wait for a reintroduction.

She was swollen, and sore, but she needed something real, she needed the feel of this man.

"So fucking wet," he groaned. "I love fucking you after Snake, because I know it's all you. You're just this fucking filthy and desperate for us." His cock drove home inside her, the ridges and bumps of all the piercings making it a sensory experience impossible to recreate. And gods help her, she'd tried.

Even those monster dildos with all the ridges and suckers didn't come close to the sensation of cold, hard metal ramming into her in one velvety slide. "Tomorrow I'm going to play with you, but tonight I just need this," he told her. "So just fucking take it like a good girl."

She nodded. Moaning into his hand, she nipped his finger, licking it with her tongue after. Fuck, that was perfect, just fucking perfect. No one, not one of them felt like her Stitches did, and she craved it constantly. She whimpered, the slide and glide of his perfect cock inside her as he took her hard, causing her to clench around him. Orgasms were never in short order with him.

"You're a little exhibitionist, aren't you?" he growled, the hand holding her hips in place tightening to the point of pain. "You fucking love the idea of one of the others walking up the stairs and seeing you spread open and taking it up against a wall like a common whore." He shifted his hand so his fingers were in her mouth, making her gasp as she fought to suck them, desperate for the sensation anywhere other than in her cunt and the flat press of the wall against her front.

"You were so good with the needles last year," he whispered. "I've planned something extra-special for you this year. I'm going to get you naked and make you a skin corset. It's going to be fucking stunning. And then I'm going to fuck you while you're too scared to move."

“Ah... Please...” she moaned as she came for him, her sheath flooding, soaking him. The needles were...different, but the man knew what he was doing and while she had been scared the first couple of times, this time she was intrigued, having done her research on his kink to understand it better.

"That's it, come on my cock," he growled, his hand sliding down to her throat and squeezing. "You can do better than that. Give me another one."

“Oh...” Her gasp was punctuated with her sheath clamping down again, one of his piercings hitting the exact right spot. “Stitches!” she cried out, shuddering with the force of the orgasm. With this, she was undone, and past needing with this insane man, but he played her so well. They all did.

She reached back, gripped his side through his shirt, and squeezed, pulling as if to tell him to go harder, though she knew if he was going to go super hard, he would have to turn her to face him. If he did, she was going to take that mask off and set eyes on the face of the man that had opened her eyes to some things about herself she never thought to explore.

"That's it," he crooned, satisfaction in every tone. "You've earned a rest." Pulling out in a way that made her feel suddenly and shockingly empty, he spun her on her wobbly legs and pressed the cold, dead skin of his mask to her mouth in a horrifying facsimile of a kiss. She was still reeling from that when he bent down and scooped her up, startling a squeak from her as she left the floor altogether, her knees hooked over his elbows as his muscles bunched and flexed. He pressed his hands against the wall, spreading her wide open and helpless in front of him, like a butterfly pinned to a specimen board, and then pushed back into her, devastatingly slowly.

“Oh god...” she moaned and arched as much as was possible in their position. “Stitch...”

"That's right...such a hungry little cunt," he chuckled. "You take it so well. All that fucking hardware and you don't even flinch."

“I love it,” she moaned, her head tilting back against the wall. “So fucking good. Harder. Please, Stitch...”

"So demanding," he teased, stopping his forward slide. "More, Stitch. Harder, Stitch," he mocked her in a high-pitched tone. "You think you have another orgasm in you?"

“For you I can fly,” she moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Fuuuck...” Her body tensed as she felt him pound into her harder, his attention on what he was doing. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and arched to give him more room, and to hold on. He seemed intent on the sight of his cock driving into her, watching the wet slide between them, so she gripped the side of his mask and pulled as she came, screaming his name as his face was revealed to her.

He came too with a heavy grunt, pounding it into her as their skin slapped together. It was almost like he hadn't noticed that the mask was gone, but then he kissed her, soft-hard lips demanding and plundering.

She took it, kissing him back, moaning into their fused mouths, her sheath fluttering for him as he pumped into her, his motions now lazy and perfect. Her brain put two and two together. She had seen his beautiful face before...daily actually. Stitches ran in the same park she did each morning, always smiling and nodding hello. Fuck. The hot runner. Stitches was in her life, too. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, her body satisfied and replete.

"You play a dangerous game," he murmured eventually when his movements had stilled and the kiss had been broken. "I mean, I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy the fuck out of being able to take your mouth and pussy at the same time, but if the others catch us, you're dead." As though the reminder disturbed him, he looked up and down the hallway and then bundled her quickly through the door into his room.

"You can't go pulling this kind of shit with the others," he told her seriously. "I mean, I don't care. I know you won't tell anyone who I am, but the rules are the rules and I don't want you getting yourself killed because you're an impulsive little bitch. You hear me?"

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