Eleven
Scarlett
T he dimly lit room pulses with an ethereal glow. Shadows dance against the walls, bathed in the flickering light of a purple illuminated mask poised enticingly before me. Every flicker mimics a heartbeat, casting vibrant hues that drape the space in violet shadows.
I blink, my gaze fixating on the mask, feeling a blend of fear and curiosity coil tightly in my chest. This isn’t just a scene from my favorite fantasy novel; this is reality, washed in mystique. The contours of memory flicker through my mind like an old film reel—an alluring masked man moving past, his intentions obscured, while the heroine’s heart races with intrigue and trepidation.
I have too many moments like this contained within the pages of my well-loved books, but this is different; it’s real, pressing in on me with a tangible weight. I discovered this morning that Whit had sifted through my treasured collection, positioning my novels into perfect chaos. And now, standing here enveloped in the scent of sandalwood and something distinctly him, I realize that those stories have come to life.
In the darkness, I find myself face-to-face with Whit, who wears a mask eerily reminiscent of one in my favorite book. A surge of excitement ignites within me, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration—a concoction that renders me breathless.
I try to push past him but he’s too strong, his grip on my wrists unyielding. He’s like a predator, his eyes locked on mine, his breath hot on my neck. I can feel his desire, his need for me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I’m trapped, his presence overwhelming me, filling the space between us. He’s a force of nature, a storm I can’t escape. And as he leans in, the mask brushing against my ear, I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. I know that whatever happens next, I’ll be consumed by him, completely and utterly lost in his world.
“What are you doing here?” I breathe, my voice barely audible.
“I couldn’t stay away,” Whit whispers, his voice muffled by the mask. His eyes, glowing through the mask’s slits, are intense and unwavering.
“I want you to fight me, little flame,” he barks, his voice low and gravelly. “I want to hear you scream, beg for mercy, and then I want you to surrender to me completely.”
“Never,” I lie, knowing he can see the truth written across my face. I’ve already surrendered to him, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be easy prey.
“Oh, Scarlett,” he tsks softly, his gloved hand brushing gently across my cheek. The contact sends a delicate shudder of adrenaline coursing through me.
“Don’t you know that little liars get punished?” His voice is smooth, yet carries an undercurrent of authority that makes my heart pound frantically in my chest. I feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, and I can’t help leaning into his touch, surrendering to the pull he has over me.
I struggle against his grip, desperately trying to break free but he is in complete control, a man possessed by his desire for me. It sends thrill after thrill radiating through my body as I gaze into the deep purple eyes of the mask—intense and otherworldly, like the masked man of my dreams brought to life.
With a sudden movement, he releases me, and I find myself barreling toward the living room. But before I can get too far, he grabs me from behind.
“Oh, little flame, I’m going to make you beg for it now,” he growls, making me tremble. He pulls me up and presses me against the wall, pinning my wrists above my head. I struggle against him, but it’s half-hearted, a token resistance. I want this, want him, and he knows it. “You’re mine, and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it and you know it, don’t you?”
His solid grip moves around my waist as I’m thrust over my kitchen table, breathless with shock and anticipation. His body is hard and unyielding, and his hands are rough as they roam over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I can feel his arousal pressing against me, his desire hot and urgent.
“Tell me how much you want this,” he demands, his breath hot on my skin. “Tell me how much you want me .”
I bite my lip, refusing to give in. He groans, frustrated, and presses his body harder against mine. His hand snakes down between us, making me gasp as his fingers find my clit, circling it slowly, teasingly.
“Scarlett,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as he flips my dress up to my waist, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My body ignites with a mix of fear and excitement, the kind that feels illicit and utterly intoxicating.
“Say it,” he demands. I shake my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He presses his fingers inside me, curling them towards that pleasure filled spot, and I moan. He’s relentless, his fingers working me expertly, building me up to a peak I desperately want to reach.
“Say it,” he demands again, his fingers thrusting harder, deeper. I want to continue to refuse but I’m climbing higher, needing the pleasure only he can illicit. He presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, and I can feel my body start to betray me.
“You’re mine, little flame,” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly. “And you’re going to give in to me, one way or another.” He kicks my legs apart and stands behind me. He spanks my ass, causing the loud smack to fill the kitchen. Then he rubs my pussy through my soaked panties.
Another sharp spank lands on my ass, making me gasp. “Such a naughty little liar. What am I going to do with you, baby?” His tone is playful yet laced with something more primal, as if he’s savoring my helplessness.
“Maybe I should fuck you somewhere anyone could watch,” he muses, his words hanging thick in the air, like a heavy perfume. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me up, forcing me to take in the view of the street below from the window. I can see people passing by, oblivious to what’s unfolding in the safety of my home.
“I could fuck you right in front of the window and show them what a naughty little liar you are,” he threatens. A pant escapes my lips, and I flush with both shame and undeniable arousal. The heat gathering in my core is evident, and it only intensifies as I feel his cock pressing against me, thick and hard.
He shoves me back down onto the table, his palm striking my ass once more, the sound echoing throughout the room.
“Another time, perhaps.” He leans in close, whispering against my ear. “But tonight, you’re all mine. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” He snakes his fingers into my pussy again, letting me hear the loud squelching noise.
“So wet for me, baby. Do you like being chased? Do you like me taking you? Making you mine,” Whit asks, his voice a low groan. Before I can catch a breath, he rips my panties off, sending the tattered lace to the floor.
“Answer me,” he snaps.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, my voice barely audible.
“Then tell me you’re mine,” he demands. I shake my head, refusing to give in. I can feel the heat of his handprint on my skin, the sting of his touch lingering.
“Say it, little flame,” he growls, his fingers delving back into my slick folds. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours,” I relent breathlessly.
“That’s my fucking good girl. Wasn’t so hard was it? Telling your man who owns this perfect body.” His praise goes straight to my core.
I hear the sound of shuffling and the unmistakable zip of a bag. My curiosity swells, making me struggle to look over my shoulder. But it’s futile; his strong arm keeps me anchored in place.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to ask, unable to contain my intrigue. Suddenly, something runs along my thighs— rope? My heart races as the realization hits me. Did he see the note in my book?
Before I can voice my thoughts, his hand comes down hard on my ass again, setting a fiery sting across my skin.
"That’s for speaking without permission," he warns, and I swallow hard, each word he speaks dripping with authority as he ties the ropes tightly around my legs, spreading them wide apart. The tension bites into my skin, heightening my senses to the thrilling danger of the moment.
A shiver of excitement runs through me as he secures my wrists behind my back, leaving me completely exposed, every inch of me on display. His satisfaction is palpable as he runs his fingers along the ropes—my helplessness a source of delight for him.
"There," he states softly. "That’s much better. Now, let’s have some fun." His fingers glide up my thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"You look so hot like this, baby. Bound and ready for me." The glimmer of mischief dances in his deep amber eyes as he slips a finger inside me slowly, stroking me with tantalizing deliberation.
"So pretty and bare," Whit murmurs, his breath igniting my senses further, making me squirm beneath him.
"Please, Whit, please," I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for. All I know is that I want him, and I want him now.
He chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. "Patience, baby. You’re going to love this, I promise." I can hear him moving around behind me, and I strain to hear what he’s doing. The anticipation is killing me.
As he steps away, I hear more rustling—what new torture is he preparing? My heart races, excitement and apprehension fueling each beat while I strain to catch a glimpse. Suddenly, I feel a cold object pressed against my pussy, making me gasp in surprise.
It’s hard and unyielding, but as it glides along my folds, a rush of pleasure ignites inside me. The vibrator hums to life, pulsing with energy.
"You like that, don’t you, little liar?" Whit purrs, his voice low and seductive.
"You like being tied up and teased. Well, get ready, because I’m going to make you scream."
He flicks the vibrator onto its highest setting and pushes it deep inside me, filling me with its relentless buzzing. My body arches involuntarily, the ropes digging into my skin as I writhe in pleasure. He fucks me with the vibrator, pushing it deeper, making me moan and whimper.
“Shh, little flame,” he murmurs. “Don’t want the neighbors to hear, do we?” My desire surges, and despite the reality of my restraints, I can’t help but feel utterly alive.
“Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Harder, Whit. Fuck me harder,” I scream out, completely lost in the pleasure. “Please, please, I’m so close,” I plead, my body trembling on the edge of release. Whit doesn’t relent; he keeps pushing me further and further, his grip on the vibrator unyielding as he drives it into me with brutal force. My orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami, and I can’t help but cry out his name repeatedly, my voice becoming hoarse and ragged. As I lay there, spent and exhausted, I can hear him chuckle, his breath hot against my ear.
“Oh, little flame. You’re not done yet,” he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. “We’re just getting started.” The sound of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the fire inside me burning even brighter. “I’m not going to stop until you’re completely ruined for anyone else.”
He moves it with exquisite precision, igniting sparks of pleasure deep within. I feel like he’s toying with my every nerve, prolonging the delicious torture as I continue to climb higher and higher. My heart races, pounding against my ribs. The relentless vibrations surge through me, pushing me further over the edge with every passing second.
“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Whit murmurs in my ear. “Or are you going to keep being a naughty little liar?”
I bite my lip, refusing to answer.
“Well, if that’s how you want to play, then I guess I’ll have to make you scream.”
He pushes the vibrator deeper inside me, the buzzing sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. My legs are trembling, and I can feel the ropes biting into my skin as I writhe in ecstasy.
He’s playing with me, using the toy to torture me with relentless pleasure. He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants and I can’t seem to care.
“Please, Whit,” I whimper. “I’ll be a good girl. Just... just let me come.”
“That’s better,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Now, tell me what you want.”
“I want to come,” I beg, my body quivering with need as my body arches off the table. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a heady concoction that has me teetering on the edge.
Whit chuckles, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ll make you a deal. You promise to be a good girl from now on, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars. But if you don’t, I’ll keep you on the edge all night.”
“Please,” I whimper. “I’ll be a good girl. Just... just let me come.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his praise washing over me like a warm wave. “Let go,” Whit urges, his voice a dark caress that fans the embers of my desire. “Let me hear you scream.”
As the vibrator continues to buzz inside me, I feel myself shatter. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can’t hold back any longer. I scream, my voice is hoarse and guttural as the second orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. Each quaking moan escapes my lips, harmonizing with the frantic beats of my heart, a symphony of longing and want.
“Whit!” I cry, the sensation overwhelming my mind and body. My release embarrassingly gushes down my thighs, making me want to hide in shame.
“Such a good little flame. You soaked me,” he purrs, his voice a low rumble. As my orgasm subsides, Whit removes the vibrator, leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more.
He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “You’re mine now, Scarlett. Every inch of you, every sound you make, every thought you have—it all belongs to me.” A shudder runs through me, a mixture of fear and excitement.
Then, without warning, he drops to his knees behind me, his presence engulfing me. I’m left panting and aching, my body pleading for him to touch me, to fuck me, to do anything other than leave me here bare before him.
He takes his sweet time, slowly tracing his fingers over the ropes, the knots, the skin in between. It’s torture, the gentle caress against the harshness of the ropes, the contrast between the rough restraints and the smooth texture of his gloves.
I’m overwhelmed by the sensations, my body reacting to his every move.
“Please, please,” I beg, desperate for more.
“What do you need, little flame?” he asks, his voice low, making me shudder.
“You,” I whimper, my body aching with need, the words spilling out as my mind flits between heaven and hell.
“That’s not good enough, little flame.” Whit growls, his voice a low rumble that makes my body tremble. “You have to be more specific.”
I can feel his fingers tracing circles on my inner thigh, inching closer to where I need him most. My body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. He leans in, dragging his tongue from my clit to my ass, so achingly slow. He pulls away, leaving me panting and desperate.
“Do you want me to lick your pretty little pussy, Scarlett?” he asks, his breath hot against my skin. “Or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers until you’re begging for my cock?”
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely a whisper. “Anything Whit, I need it.”
“What do you need, little flame?” he asks again. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“I need you to lick my pussy,” I whimper, feeling my cheeks flame with embarrassment. I hear him groan behind me, and I feel his hands grip my hips tightly.
“Oh, baby,” he purrs, his voice filled with lust. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” And then I feel him shift behind me, his mouth hovering over my dripping wet core. I gasp at the sensation, feeling his hot breath against my skin.
“What do I do?” I whimper, my body aching for him to touch me, to taste me.
“You make me insane, Scarlett,” he murmurs against my fevered skin. “I can’t get enough of you. Your taste, your scent, your everything. I’m addicted to everything inherently you.”
He buries his face in my cunt, his tongue parting my folds as he laps at my juices. I moan, the sound echoing in the kitchen as I feel his tongue swirl around my clit, teasing and tormenting me. He’s relentless, his tongue flicking and circling, driving me wild with desire. I’m so close, but he isn’t letting me come this time. He’s so skilled, so confident, and I’m unraveling under his touch.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough and gravelly. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He continues to lick and suck on my clit, his fingers digging into my thick hips tightly.
“Come for me, little flame,” he demands. “Come all over my face.” My body obeys his orders, and I come harder than I ever have, screaming his name as I do. I collapse on the table, spent and satisfied.
“That was so fucking hot,” Whit murmurs, his voice low and husky. “But we’re not done yet.” He moves up, grabbing my hair to angle my lips toward his. He drops the mask to the table, and I’m able to see his face for the first time tonight. “Let me taste that sweet little mouth.” We kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, making me moan with pleasure. My pleasure explodes from his tongue, making me desperate to feel him inside me.
When I’m a panting, begging mess, Whit stands up to unbuckle his pants. He frees his throbbing, thick cock, stroking it up and down. He’s so hard, so ready for me, and I’m aching to be filled by him. He rubs the tip of his cock along my slit, teasing me, making me beg for him to fuck me. I’m desperate, pleading with him to take me, to fuck me hard and fast.
My breathing is ragged, my pulse a drumbeat pounding against my skin as I lay bare before him, vulnerability cloaked in a veil of desire. I feel his gaze burning into me, igniting every inch of my body with a fierce heat that bordered on madness.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says, his voice low and husky, each word dripping with promise. “Tell me what you need.” I’m so close to the edge, so close to losing control.
I can feel the edge of ecstasy calling my name. My breaths come in shallow gasps, the tension building within me like a dam about to burst. "Please, fuck me," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the thumping of my heart.
Without hesitation, he responds, the hunger in his eyes matching my own. He slams into me with one powerful thrust, a raw need igniting between us. The intensity stole my breath, leaving me trembling on the edge of bliss.
“You’re so fucking stunning, taking my cock like a good little slut,” he purrs, every syllable a mixture of admiration and lust that made me feel alive. “I could watch you come all day, baby.”
He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming into my core, drawing out a symphony of gasps and moans that reverberate through the room. Every thrust pushed me closer to the precipice of ecstasy, a swirling storm of pleasure and pain that I crave more than my next breath.
It’s powerful.
Primal.
Completely addicting.
Just as I teeter on the edge, I hear the click of the vibrator as he activates it, pressing it against my clit. “You’re going to come for me again, Scarlett. And this time, I want to hear you scream.”
The dual sensations—a pulsating vibrator on my clit and the relentless thrusting of his cock—sends me over the edge, a tidal wave of bliss crashing through me.
“I can’t wait to take this ass,” he groans, his voice low and filled with need. I gasp as I feel him spit on my hole before slamming the vibrator deep inside me, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through my veins.
"Oh God!" I scream, my body shaking as he thrusts into me relentlessly.
As the waves of pleasure crash over me, I feel him swell within me, his cock throbbing with urgency. We reach that euphoric peak together, the world around us disappearing into bliss.
“Fuck, Scarlett, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect,” he praises in my ear, his voice hoarse and filled with genuine admiration. I’m spent, my body exhausted but fully satisfied. I’m floating, suspended in a sea of unfathomable bliss, each nerve ending alive with sensation.
This is more than just sex; it’s a consuming wildfire, an insatiable need that leaves me breathless. He kisses along my bare shoulders, his lips tracing a map of lust that stokes the fires still brewing within me.
“You’re mine, Scarlett,” he whispers, a vow sealed with intensity. “All mine.” And deep down, I feel it—a primal truth echoing through me. I’m his, wholly and unequivocally, and I crave every moment of it.
He pulls out of me, his cum dripping down my thighs. He scoops it back up and thrusts it back into my pussy, making me gasp.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he murmurs, untying my legs, his fingers kneading the tension from my muscles, coaxing each one to relax. Then, with a swift motion, he frees my wrists and flips me over effortlessly.
I’m still on fire, every nerve ending alive with echoes of pleasure, my body eager for more. He cradles me against him, lifting me with strength I never imagined, and begins walking through my apartment.
“Whit, put me down! I’m too heavy–”
He growls and squeezes my ass. “Don’t say that about my woman.” I bite my lip to hide the smile that spreads across my face. I know that he can carry me, but I’m not used to anyone picking me up. He drops me to the bed and watches me bounce with a twisted grin.
“I want to show you something,” he murmurs as he stands before me, his body a perfect specimen of masculinity, his muscles rippling under his taut skin. He pulls his shirt off and turns so I can see the new tattoo on his chest. It’s a trail of flames leading from his heart to his ribs, a fiery bird soaring above them. It’s a work of art, and I can’t help but marvel at its beauty.
“Do you like it?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. I nod, unable to find the words to describe how it makes me feel.
“Is this for me?” I ask finally, my voice barely a whisper. “Did you do this for me?”
“Yes, little flame,” he agrees, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “I did this for you.
“But that’s permanent. You shouldn’t have done that for me,” I murmur, my eyes wide. “I’m no one Whit, and you just met me.”
“You’re wrong about that, my sweet little flame,” he mutters, his voice a low rumble that shoots a jolt of electricity through me. “You’re everything to me. You’re my obsession, my addiction.”
“I don’t understand,” I murmur, as he leans in to kiss me. His lips are soft and gentle, a contrast to the rough and raw energy he exudes. His touch is gentle, reverent, as he trails kisses down my neck, his hands caressing every inch of my body.
“Let me show you,” he breathes, his breath hot on my skin. I nod, unable to find the words to express the emotions swirling inside me. He takes my hand and places it over his heart, letting me feel the steady beat beneath my palm. “This is all for you, little flame. Everything I am, everything I do, is for you.”
I can feel his heart racing beneath my touch, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He’s lost in the moment, consumed by his desire for me, and I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions. He’s everything I never knew I needed, and I can’t imagine ever letting him go.
“You are my obsession, Scarlett. And I won’t stop until you see that you’re meant to be with me.”