Chapter 2 #2
With a strength I find God-knows-where I shove him away and get out from under him, half-lurching and half-falling off the bed. My pulse is roaring as I scramble up from the ground, not even caring that I’m topless with my leggings at my knees as I bolt for the door as fast as I can.
I’m not fast enough.
I cry out when he grabs my hair tight in his fist and yanks me back so hard I almost lose my balance. He spins me around and roughly slams me against the wall. The breath is knocked out of me, and when his fingers wrap around my throat again, I choke and gasp.
Dark heat pools inside me as the mask leers down into my face, the blade waving between us. I can’t see his eyes, but I can feel them sliding over my nudity, turning my skin pink as a mix of fear, shame, excitement and black desire bleeds through my body.
“That wasn’t very nice,” he hisses as he brings the knife down to my breasts.
“Please stop—”
The metallic tip dances across my bare nipple, and I bite my lip in horror when it pebbles and tightens to a needy point.
“You’re just lucky I like my prey with a few claws,” he whispers darkly, dancing the blade over my nipple again as my legs shake and my core knots.
His other hand slides between us and his fingers splay across my bare stomach before the whole hand begins to slide lower.
The poisonous, toxic need inside me throbs and coils. Whimpers and yearns.
Aches.
No. No. No…
What was the safe word? What the FUCK was that safe word?!?
Before I can even jolt my brain into remembering, his fingers are slipping under the lacy waist of my panties.
My whole world tenses, holding its breath as his fingers tease lower, pushing between skin and lace.
My face caves. My jaw drops. My breath catches.
And a fucking whimper tumbles from my lips.
The man chuckles darkly.
Blade against stone.
Dark fantasy bleeding like venom into my reality.
Suddenly, his fingers find what we both know they were looking for. And when they sink between the mortifyingly wet lips of my pussy, not even my teeth biting my lip so hard it almost bleeds can stop the small whimper that bubbles up my throat.
“Theeeere’s my good little prey,” he growls, rolling two fingers over my clit.
God help me, I moan.
I didn’t ask for this.
It's so wrong, so fucked up.
It's assault.
So why the fuck am I so wet? Why are my hips rolling eagerly against his fingers? And why the fuck can’t I remember that safe word?!
His fingers push lower. Suddenly, I’m choking on a moan as he pushes two thick fingers deep inside me.
The breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh from how big his fingers feel stretching me to my limit. He strokes them out and then rams them right back in, curling them against my front wall. Wet, squelching sounds reach my ears, and I cringe when my face darkens in shame and desire.
“What a messy pussy I’ve found,” he murmurs. “And so fucking tight. We’re going to have to work to stretch this cunt out to fit my cock, aren’t we, baby?”
No-no-no-no…
Yes-yes-yes-yes…
A war of morals versus desire rampages through my system as I try to push him away, even as my pussy is dripping my arousal all over his fingers.
“Please stop…” I whisper in a choked tone.
“You don’t really mean that,” he growls back, flicking the tip of his knife over my nipple again. I cry out in unabashed pleasure, my back snapping straight and my thighs shaking as he starts to finger me harder.
Deeper.
Consuming me with his darkness.
“I’m not who…”
My words fall away, my face caves, and my body slumps against the wall as the man in the mask holds the edge of his blade to my throat and all at once starts to fuck me hard with his two thick fingers.
His palm grinds against my throbbing clit as he rams his fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy over and over.
The sensation of the cold edge of the knife against my jugular sends me reeling.
But it’s looking up into that menacing, leering Scream mask that truly has me shaking and clenching as I realize what’s about to happen.
Please, no.
Not like this.
I can’t be THAT fucked up…
And then suddenly, as my walls clench his fingers and my core turns to liquid, it hits me.
Thunder.
The safe word is thunder, and it’ll stop this whole thing. It’ll put an end to the insanity before it goes any further.
The man leans down, my breath catching as his—minty and slightly woodsy—teases across my neck and up to my ear through his mask.
“Are you going to be a good girl and fucking come for me? Or do I have to fuck you with my knife before this pretty pussy will give me its cum?”
The word is thunder.
The door out of this nightmare is right there in front of me.
I can taste the word on my lips.
But my mouth stays shut.
My palms on his chest tighten, grabbing at the fabric of his hoodie and feeling the thick, hard muscles beneath it as he cages me against the wall and rams his fingers into my clenching, drooling pussy.
The knife dances over the delicate skin of my throat, and my eyes roll back as a haze falls over me.
I know the word and yet I throw it away, giving into the madness as my toes curl, my thighs quiver, and my whole reality blurs to a mist of red and black.
“Come for me, little prey.”
Oh God.
The orgasm that hits me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
More violent.
More consuming.
More everything.
My head falls back against the wall, and my fists tighten so hard on his hoodie that my fingers hurt. A sound I don’t even recognize rattles from my throat as my hips buck and my orgasm floods his hand.
He groans and slams me harder against the wall, fingering me faster and deeper, dragging the orgasm into a second, even more powerful one that steals the strength from my legs.
I go limp against him, shuddering and shaking as his fingers keep plunging into me, until my vision literally darkens at the edges.
It’s only then that he lets me catch my breath. I’m still shaking as he slowly slips his fingers from inside me and slides his hand out of my panties. He keeps his knife against my throat and uses the flat side to lift my chin.
I watch in dazed silence as his glistening hand slips under the mask.
…And the wet sound of a mouth licking fingers clean cuts through the silence, turning my already heated face crimson.
“Little prey,” he growls quietly, “I think you just became my new favorite fucking meal.”
The knife leaves my chin as he steps back. My legs are still shaking, and it takes everything I have not to slump to the ground like a marionette whose strings have been cut.
Silence and an eerie stillness after the mad lust and violence settles over the bedroom. The man reaches out, and my breath catches as he cups my jaw and runs his thumb over my bottom lip as he slowly draws me close again and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Good girl.”
My mind goes blank and my mouth falls open as his hand drops from my jaw. Without another word, he slips the knife into the belt of his jeans, turns, and walks out of the room, casually closing the door behind him.
My legs finally give out, and I slide to the floor with my heart racing, my insides melting, and reality as I know it completely shattered.