Chapter 22 #3
I look up at his concealed face. The tinted goggles hold only my reflection. I’m disheveled, needy, unhinged... silently I obey, opening my legs for him. I’m exposed. With torn tights, only a thin layer of fabric covers my throbbing pussy.
His head falls forward. I hold my breath. He inhales deeply.
I wonder if he can pick up on how hard my heart is working, because I’ve never had a partner do that to me before.
A gasp escapes me as his thick finger hooks the side of my panties, exposing me to the cool air.
Was I going into cardiac arrest, because the pounding in my chest was beginning to hurt.
All at once, his solid tongue presses against my wet heat.
He must have lifted the lower part of his mask, just enough to perform the task.
All without revealing an inch of his face.
Only I was on display, regarded, and vulnerable.
The second stroke of his tongue travels from my ass to my clit with the perfect amount of pressure before he pulls away.
I strain to watch as the masked stranger grips the handle of the sleek, plastic detector and places it just in front of my entrance.
He pauses. I can’t see his eyes, but he seems to be looking back at me, poised just above my opening…
waiting. Is he asking for consent? I temporarily forget how to breathe, let alone think.
Finally, I take a shaky breath and speak, “Don’t stop.”
Without hesitation, he pushes the thick device into me, to the hilt.
I can feel the top of his fist on the handle, pressing against my lips. I swallow. When my lips part, a moan tumbles from me in response to the full, intense invasion.
He pulls it from me painfully slow, before shoving it back in. Heavy breaths fill the space. It was solid. The mask stranger, unyielding. But I want… no, I need more! I didn’t want to think, only feel in this moment.
“Please,” I beg between fervent moans. I flourish in a realm between pain and pleasure.
Brodi only ever chased his own release despite my earnest pleas for a spanking, here or there, he never did more for me. He was the very definition of vanilla.
Women’s bodies are a force to be reckoned with, as I quickly become adjusted to the size of the foreign object, I crave more.
Abruptly he withdraws the makeshift dildo, before pushing back in with a slight upward angle, as to kiss my cervix. Apparently, he can read me like a book. He keeps it there, deep within me, pushing gently against that sensational spot. Then I hear the small click. The machine buzzes to life.
My body reacts. Unable to keep still, it’s too much and not enough all at once.
Without missing a beat, he picks up the pace. The shaft of the sleek molded object drives into me, causing reluctant whimpers of pleasure to fall from my lips. Just when I thought I hit my limit, he adds the pad of his thumb to my clit, forming small circles that grow in speed.
It was all too much. Too sensitive. Too overwhelming. My mind awash with pleasure but also a healthy dose of fear, since I literally can’t identify the man on his knees before me. I was getting in my head again, causing the ecstasy I desperately sought to be entrapped within my own thoughts.
As if he could sense my struggle, he takes the same hand that is teasing my bundle of nerves and positions his palm above my pelvic bone, putting pressure on my bladder.
How does he know…before I could think more on the matter, his enormous hand spans my mound, reaching my piercing with his finger.
He commences flicking it back and forth, while he continues to fuck me with the metal detector, all while maintaining compression on my lower belly.
With three more totters of my piercing, I explode.
My cry was the first thing to rip from me, followed by a rush as my walls clamp down on the foreign device.
I am floating, unable to hold back the force that surges through.
I unravel right there, unashamed, and without reservation.
My throat burns and my vision hazy, nevertheless, I could make out the dark stranger before me. His goggles dripping with my release.
“Oh fuck.” I sit up taking in everything that just transpired. “I’m… oh god. I swear that’s never happened with anyone before.”
I put my forearm across my face, embarrassment radiating through me.
I’m apologizing to a masked man that just handcuffed me to a stinky couch and played me like a fiddle, until I squirted all over him!
I was weird… this was strange. These types of desires were only shared within the pages of my journal.
To my surprise, when I lift my arm, the man was unmoved. Still positioned before me, wet and traumatized? Wordless, he reaches for his phone and clicks the screen a couple times, making the little earbud play a melody.
A drum beat along with a xylophone plays before the words come through, “Never met a girl like you before.” Edwyn Collins – “A girl like you” fills the awkward silence. Automatically, I shield my smile beneath my arm, stealing glimpses of the man as I listen.
When the song finishes, he stands going to the metal desk; he opens a drawer fetching a key for the cuff around my wrist. After removing the clasp, he places the key and cuffs in his cargo pocket before passing me a tissue box from the desktop.
“Thanks.”
We manage to clean ourselves in the most uncouth manner. I was confident I would perish from awkwardness alone. Finally able to stand, I adjust my tights and begin to collect my belongings.
The chair squeaks softly, as the covert man faintly rocks, watching me pack. He acts as if nothing had transpired between us. I wish he’d say something, anything, but I, myself, didn’t know what to say either.
“Ummm… will I see you soon?”
He nods once, crossing his arms over his chest.
Pulling my bag over my shoulder, I go to the door. Turning the metal lock, I pull the door inside, and step through. We are in some kind of back-office area, still at the zoo. No one in sight, I back out... closing the door gradually, transfixed on the stalker who speaks to me through music.