Page 47 of Breaking Sanity
“H-home,” I stutter.
“Stay,” He whispers in my ear.
“Is that a question or an order?”
“I’ll let you decide.” He uses our clasped hands to spin me around so that we are face to face.
It’s the shadow from the corner with the blue mask. Though he is actually not a shadow at all. He is a tall athletic built man in a black on black suit. His sapphire blue phantom of the opera mask is more detailed up close. The corner of the enclosed eye is only wrapped in blue making the brushed silver cut out pop especially being outlined in aged gold. The upper part of the mask that rests above the exposed eye has a swished fat wave that I am assuming is supposed to mimic a very thick eyebrow. It’s similar to the other brushed silver portion. If you look closely at the sapphire blue that encases them it is marbled with subtle hints of black.
“I-I… should probably go,” I breathe, staring at his eyes enhanced by the mask. They are a bright intense light blue with flakes of golden brown throughout the iris.
“Follow me,” he gives no room to argue as he leads me through the crowd and up the stairs to the private room floor. Now yes, I could easily say no and leave but there is something about him that’s familiar.
“Beg” by Ayria plays through the halls as we move towards the last room, though it doesn’t hide the commotion going on in the room next to the one we stop at. It almost sounds like fighting mixed with seduction but I cannot tell.
When the door eerily opens, it grabs my attention from what may be happening in the room next door. The mystery man gestures for me to enter, and like a lamb to the slaughter, I do .
“Um, I am not sure about this.” I start to step back slowly while taking the room in.
It’s showered in seductive red lighting. The four post canopy bed has a black comforter and by the shine on the pillowcases I would say silk sheets. There is a black leather couch off to the side, as if put there for any observers. On the far wall, is everything you could imagine being in a BDSM room. There is a cane, flogger, whips of all kinds, leg spreader, various blind folds, various hand cuffs- from leather to cold hard metal and different sorts of gags.
“You’re safe,” he calmly says, wrapping one hand around my waist.
“I don’t think I can trust that.” My breathing starts to pick up as he pulls my back to his front.
“You are,” he reassures.
“I am not into exhibitionism,” I say, pointing to the couch.
“Not my kink either,” he chuckles, and I sigh in relief.
“Tell me, what is it that you want?” Both hands graze up the side of my legs until they meet the hem of my dress and I feel my mind short circuit.
“I-I want to forget who I am.”
“Then,” he gently runs his fingers underneath my dress, moving from mid-thigh to my inner thigh. “Let me do that for you.”
“I-”
My words die on my tongue when I turn around to see he is staring down at me with a beautiful almost boyish smile on his face.
“Shh.” His index finger touches my lips as he takes a remote out of his pocket and presses a button. “Cravin’” by Stileto & Kendyle Paige fills the room.
He spins me around and pins me to the door. He has my wrists restrained above my head in one of his hands, while the other glides down the curve of my face to the side of my neck.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips. The soft almost inaudible click lets me know he locked the door so indeed it would just be us. “Stop me now if you don’t want this.”
My only response is to stare into his eyes, biting my lower lip, and nodding for him to continue.
“Good,” he whispers before he slams his lips onto mine. He releases my wrists and both hands land under my ass and hoists me up as if I was weightless, which is not the case.
My legs wrap around his thick waist, and my arms drape around his neck. He licks the seam of my lips, coaxing them open. Our tongues tangle and begin a fight for dominance. He wins out as he lowers himself onto the bed. His hand moves from ass to the base of my head, his fingers weaving in my hair and gently pulling. My head tilts back and he deepens the kiss. The amount of passion behind it, causes my body to shiver and heat at the same time. Making my pussy start to throb with need.
The heat becomes too much, and I break our kiss just to lay open mouth kisses across his jawline and right below his ear. Once I place a kiss on the soft spot behind his ear, my intrusive thoughts takeover and I bite down. He grunts and groans before switching our positions, with me on my back and him hovering over me. We both are panting at this point.
“Take off the dress, Little Monster ,” he demands. Before I can let my insecurities invade my psyche, I strip the dress over my head to reveal a front lace up bustier and matching lace cheeky underwear.
“Fuck,” he breathes biting his lip, taking me in. “So fucking gorgeous. Better than I imagined.”
