Chapter 11
Logan
It’s two a.m. She’s finally asleep, and I stand in her room, still fighting a battle I’ve already lost the moment she said she’d fall in love with me.
Fuck. I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t help myself. Before turning off the lights, Emma stared right through her window, as if she could see me watching her in the dark, and sent me a text.
Emma: I really hope you do what you said. I’m not scared.
She goaded me, and so I’m here, a love-sick fool who will do anything she asks for. On that note, I fish the mask out of my back pocket and put it on. A shiver goes down my spine, my nerves tingling until my very fingertips when the fabric presses to my mouth, hiding it. Disguising it.
My body tightens then relaxes with powerful, dizzying relief. I’m hidden now. I’m just a shadow in the dark, and I can stop watching my every move and judging my every thought and gesture. It’s okay. Nothing bad will happen. I’m free.
Free to do everything I want.
I hone in on the woman lying in bed in front of me. Her comforter only covers her up to her waist. She’s wearing a thin, lacy top, and I see her dark nipples through the fabric. Her chest rises with slow, easy breaths.
So innocent. So completely unaware of what she brought on herself.
I clear my throat. I have so much to tell her.
“Emma.”
I almost groan from the taste of her name on my tongue. It’s the first time I said it. My voice is hoarse and barely louder than a whisper, and she doesn’t even stir, her breathing slow and even.
She’s so beautiful. So completely in my control. My cock fills rapidly, and I palm the aching length through my jeans. I want too many things at once, and so I stand, undecided, while she sleeps on.
Will I climb in bed with her and push inside her sweet body without waking her first? Will I blindfold her, so she can’t see anything even after I wake her up? Or will I wait until she sees me, a masked shadow standing above her bed? Will I make her scream from fear first, from pleasure second?
Do I even care why she screams, as long as I am the reason?
Emma sighs softly, and I jerk. Time for thinking is up. I take cable ties out of my pocket and come closer, gently lifting her arm up until it’s right by the bedframe. I tie her wrist to it and circle the bed, doing the same with her other arm. The restraints are tight enough to keep her in place without hurting her.
She huffs, smacking her lips once, and stirs a bit, as if feeling uncomfortable. I climb on top of her. The mattress dips, and I hover above her, my weight resting on my arms and knees that straddle her form.
She sighs, trying to shift again. I make sure my face is right above hers so I am the first thing she sees after opening her eyes.
“Wake up for me, pet.”
She gasps, her eyes flying open. Her breathing goes from calm to frantic, and she opens her mouth. I put my gloved hand on top of it just as she releases the first scream. It soaks into the black leather.
“Shh. You don’t want your neighbors to hear.”
Her eyes widen, and she chokes on another scream. I press down with my palm, not enough to hurt her, but enough to put pressure on her mouth.
“That’s enough. Be quiet and listen to the rules.”
She looses a shaky, whimpering breath, her wide eyes staring into mine. When she blinks, her throat bobbing, her face suddenly softens. She recognizes me.
I pull my hand back.
“Logan,” she whispers, her voice shaky with her rapid breaths.
“The rules, darling. Just one, really: it’s my turn to talk. You’re not allowed to speak. You can moan, whimper, even scream into my hand or my cock, but you’re not to say a word. Understand?”
God, my voice is gritty. It’s not just that I haven’t used it in so long. The reality of her lying under me, tied up and defenseless, makes my entire body tighten with sick anticipation, my vocal cords included.
Emma releases a trembling breath and gives me a single nod. Her lips part, as if to say something, and she purses them instantly.
I break into a wide grin behind the mask.
“You’ll be good for me, won’t you, baby?” I ask, testing her resolve. Will she answer the question and break my rules?
With a hoarse sound, she nods again, her eyes glazing over. I exhale, my breath hot inside the mask, and reward her with a caress. My gloved knuckle trails down her plump cheek, down her throat, and the valley between her breasts as I sit back and unzip to take out my aching cock.
Her eyes grow hooded when she sees it, my heavy erection fitting perfectly in my big fist. She makes another sound deep in her throat, and I stroke myself once, spreading the precum that’s beaded on my tip down my shaft.
“You have no idea how many times I came thinking about doing this. It was a mistake asking me for it, but it’s too late. Open wide.”
I straddle her upper body, holding on to the bedframe she’s tied to. She seems so small and fragile, her torso bracketed by my muscular thighs. When she obeys me and opens her mouth, her eyes looking up with complete surrender, I can’t wait any longer.
“That’s it. Such a good pet,” I groan, pushing my cock into her hot, welcoming mouth. “Was this how you imagined it? That I’d sneak in while you slept, tie you up, and use you for my pleasure?”
She makes a muffled, helpless sound, and I squeeze the bedframe tightly to control myself.
“Damn, baby. Open wider. It barely fits.”
She struggles to take me in. I know I’m girthy, and as she tries to accommodate me, her teeth scrape my taut skin. I hiss and pull back, giving her a moment to breathe. She works her jaw and opens again, her joints clicking from the effort.
I pull slightly back, lifting the mask away just long enough to spit in her mouth.
She gasps, her entire body jerking when my spit lands on her tongue. I cover her mouth with my palm.
“Swallow, pet.”
Her delicate throat works as she does. I uncover her mouth and stare into her face, waiting for her to tell me this was too much. To ask me to stop.
But she doesn’t. Instead, she opens her mouth again, as wide as she can, her glittering eyes staring up at me.
“Fuck, darling. You really want it? Such a beautiful pet. You look so good with your mouth wide open for me.”
I push inside that gorgeous mouth, grunting from how good it feels. This woman is all warmth and softness, all generosity, and I feed her my cock inch by inch until it taps the back of her throat, and she gags. I pull back slowly, letting her breathe, and thrust back in.
And even though I fill her mouth to the brim, I don’t fit all in.
“Is my cock too big for you?” I ask, wiping a tear off her cheek as she gags on me again. “I’ll tell you a secret: it will be too big everywhere. But we’ll make it fit, won’t we, baby?”
She tries to nod. I pull out, wiping her drool from the corner of her mouth. I’m all wet with her spit and harder than ever.
“Do you regret it yet?” I ask, shifting to the side to pull the comforter off her completely.
My baby shakes her head with a soft, pleading moan. I pause, watching her glistening eyes, her cheeks and throat dark with a flush, nipples hardened into taut peaks.
“No way,” I breathe, tugging her sleeping shorts off with one violent move. “No way this makes you wet. Show me.”
She curls her toes, her breath shuddering out of her. After a moment of hesitation, she spreads her legs open. I don’t wait. The mask still on, I press my face right into her, breathing in. God. This is her scent, my fucking catnip, only so much better, because she’s fucking wet for me.
“This gets you off?” I ask, pressing my nose into her while she squeaks, the fabric of my mask probably chafing on her soft parts. My voice is muffled against her hot, sweet pussy. “Are you fucking wet for me, pet? You like what I’m doing? You want me to keep going?”
“Yes!”
I smile, taking in a deep breath. Her arousal covers my mask, and I’ll be breathing her scent as long as I keep it on. This is beyond perfect.
“Naughty baby. I told you not to speak. I should fuck you hard as punishment. Give you all of my cock at once until it hurts. Do you want that?”
I raise my head just in time to see her nodding frantically, as if I just offered her salvation. I laugh, the beauty and joy of this moment giving me a fucking rush.
“Wrong answer, pet. It’s a punishment, remember? You aren’t supposed to like it.”