Page 73 of The Player
I couldn’t say anything else yet. I was still hypnotised by what I saw in front of me.
He only had his black boxer shorts on. The muscles on his stomach and chest shone in the glow of the subtle bedside lighting. Will had the kind of body you only ever saw in the movies or in a magazine. He was ripped perfection, with that perfect V and dark dusting of hair, the happy trail that hinted at what he had for me beneath those boxers. His skin was lightly tanned, and I couldn’t stop myself from scanning his body, drinking him in. From his toned legs and muscular thighs, up to his tight abs and pecs, and then I stopped, staring at the black and white mask—the image that’d held me hostage since it’d appeared on that screen in the basement.
“Don’t speak,” I told him. “Not yet.”
He nodded and stayed where he was, letting me lead. Giving me full control.
I glared at the mask, the silicone face that brought me so much anger and hurt. The mask that’d destroyed my life. One of manyhe’dused, but the one that stuck in my brain. My breathing became steadier as I studied every inch of it. From the sloping eyes, hollow and kind of sad when you looked closer. The nose, an empty space, a hole of nothingness. And then there was the mouth, that elongated scream, but when I stared at it, I imagined that it was screaming in pain, crying out.
Knowing it was Will beneath that mask helped make it less harrowing, but facing it today also made me see it in a different light. It was a mask, a cover, nothing else. And after tonight, that’s all I wanted it to be. Not a nightmare, just an image.
“You look…” I went to speak, and Will butted in.
“Scary?”
“No.” I watched his chest rise and fall as he stood there, waiting for me to go on. “You look… hot.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” he replied, scanning my body from head to toe. Then, in a softer voice, he added, “I’m letting you lead, by the way. I won’t move, or speak, I won’t lay a finger on you unless you tell me I can.”
“You can speak,” I replied. “But only when spoken to.”
I heard him give a low, barely audible growl at my command, and I took a step closer to him, his manly scent filling the air around me, making my head spin. Once I was standing close enough, his chest almost touching mine, I scraped my fingers down his pecs, trailed them over his abs, and then lightly, I ran my fingertips across the waistband of his boxers, fighting the urge to plunge my hand inside and touch him, grip him tightly, stroke his cock until he was begging for release.
“Do you like wearing this mask?” I asked, my voice husky with need.
“I like trying new things with you.” He peered down at me but kept his hands by his sides. “I’ve always been adventurous, but I’ve never found anyone who feels the same. I like this. I like that we can be this way with each other.”
I bit my lip, my eyes dropping to the clear bulge at the front of his boxers.
“What do you want me to do?” I brushed my hand over him, stroking the outline of his cock and then venturing lower to cup his balls. “Do you want me to play with you? Do you like it hard and fast, or soft and slow?”
“I want you to play with every inch of me. The harder the better. Suck me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.”
I grinned.
“Oh, I intend to do that.” I gave his balls a light squeeze then rubbed over his cock again, feeling it grow and pulse beneath my fingers, making me hungry to taste him, do things to him that’d make him moan like he’d never moaned before.
I glanced to the side at the table of toys, and he asked, “Are those for you or me?”
“Both.” I peered up at the mask, my need to dominate it overriding everything else.
“I guess I might need a safe word then,” he joked. “How about meatloaf?”
“Meatloaf?” I gazed up at him, giving him a questioning look.
“Yeah. You know, I’d do anything for love, but fuck me, I won’t do that.”
I snorted.
“I know you, Will Stokes.” I let my hand wander a little further, gripping and stroking his length through the black fabric, squeezing his hardness in my palm. “Something tells me you won’t need a safe word.” I leaned into him, my heart rate spiking as my face brushed the side of the mask to whisper, “I know you like it filthy, and I’m about to blow your fucking mind.”
He let out a long, low groan.
“Bring it on.”
I leaned back, the feeling of power and dominance washed over me, spurring me on to do and say things that’d push me out of my comfort zone. I wanted to fall over the edge and take him with me. I didn’t want any barriers, no walls between us. Nothing was off the table.
I ran my fingertips under the elastic of his waistband and slid my hands underneath, pushing his boxers over his ass and down his thighs. His cock was long, thick, and heavy, slapping onto my stomach as I freed him, leaving a wet droplet of precum on my skin. I slid my finger across the drop and then slipped my finger into my mouth, humming my appreciation as I tasted him. He growled in response, but he didn’t speak. He was sticking to my rules, showing me what a good boy he could be.
