Page 48 of Breaking Sanity
I am about to ask what he means, when he starts to remove my mask. I grab his wrists before he can completely untie it.
“Wait, this is supposed to be anonymous. It says the masks have to stay on.” I feel my panic start to set in.
“Not yours,” he kisses the side of my mouth. “I want to see your whole face while I make you mine.”
Something about the way he says “mine” makes my insides flip and my self-doubt floats away.
You’ve been reading too much!
Fuck off!
I remove my hands, resting them on the comforter as he finishes removing my mask. Once it’s completely off my face and I am staring up at him, tears start to line my bottom eyelashes. I try to blink them away but one slips free and falls to my cheek.
“None of that,” he says, leaning down and catches it with his tongue. “Get out of your head and stay with me.”
Kissing my cheek, he lifts me to my feet. He backs away, removing his suit jacket and throwing it on the couch. His shirt clings to his muscular arms and broad shoulders. He is probably about 6’ or a tad shorter. He turns to the wall of all things that could unleash a side of me that has laid dormant for years. I avert my gaze to my dress bunched up on the floor than to the door. Nibbling on my inner cheek, I debate on staying or bolting.
“Don’t even try,” he warns, coming up behind me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to awkwardly laugh it off but I don’t think he buys it.
He gracefully moves to stand in front of me, breaking my view of the door. I start to unbutton his shirt revealing a small glimpse of a tattoo, almost resembling a very detailed dragon tail. Oddly familiar tattoo but I can’t place where I have seen it before.
He snatches both of my wrists stopping me from continuing. His finger taps underneath my chin indicating me to look up. I raise my head and meet his eyes. He shakes his head with that boyish smirk on his face.
Releasing my wrists, he holds up the blindfold in front of my face with a questioning look. I nod and he moves quickly, tying it around my head. I am plunged into the dark but I don’t panic. That is until he unravels my bustier and sensually pushes the straps down my arms. His hands move to kneading my breasts and my panic drains away leaving nothing but need slithering through my veins.
“Spread your legs,” he commands. Fingers hook into the sides of my panties to slowly glide down my legs. “Lift your feet one at a time.” Again I obey.
Feeling a little too exposed and starting to let the negative voices take over. I move to cover myself, when he fists my hair and yanks my head back. I gasp and moan at once.
“What the fuck did I say,” he growls.
“I-I can’t..” I start to speak but I am interrupted by a punishing slap to my pussy.
If I wasn’t already overly wet, the slap just let loose a stream. I feel my arousal start to slowly slide down my leg as I let out another loud moan.
“Stay out of your head Little Monster or else,” he warns, wrapping one finger at a time around my throat.
He squeezes just enough to make me a little light headed. His lips barely touch mine and his moniker for me is unleashed from her cage. I kiss him and once he opens his mouth I latch on to his bottom lip biting down hard. He picks me up and slams me into the post of the bed. It causes me to release his lip and groan in pleasure.
“So naughty,” He chuckles in my ear. “My turn.”
He tosses me to the bed on my stomach. Then my arms are yanked behind my back and my wrists are imprisoned in satin. Curling my fingers up, I trace the soft leather of the outside cuff. I take a deep breath to keep my heart rate under control and eliminate the blood rushing to my ears. I focus on the song playing, “Choke Me” by Braeker.
I feel his weight lift off me and I try to flip over but a sharp slap to my ass keeps me in place. Next thing I know there is something smooth being pushed inside my pussy and something covering my clit. It starts to vibrate slowly. Each end of the vibrator hit the perfect spots that have me panting.
He flips me on my back, pinning my cuffed hands between my naked body and soft fabric of the blanket. Soft rope wraps around my ankle while being guided to my thigh, Soon it’s snaked around my thigh securing them together. I try to kick out my foot to see if I have any wiggle room. There is none. He repeats the process on the other ankle. Then the bed slightly dips between my legs. I feel his hands slide up my thighs pushing them further apart.
“I will have you begging for mercy before I am done with you,” he chuckles, biting my inner thigh hard.
“Fuck,” I moan.
He just moves a centimeter up and bites again. He runs his tongue over each bite mark before moving onto the next section of flesh, working his way up my body. When he gets to my nipples, he rolls each between his index and thumb making them tight. My body temperature is skyrocketing. The sensations are becoming too much to handle when he bites down and sucks on each one. He sets the vibrator to the highest speed making my body immediately tense up. I can’t control the obscene moans that I swear people can probably hear downstairs.
“Beg Little Monster ,” he whispers in my ear, grabbing my throat.
“No,” I breathe, failing to get my body to relax.
