Chapter 10
LOCHLAN
“No sex.”
I have to say, given the sort of books she reads, and given that she’s spent the last four days masturbating frequently enough to give most teenaged boys a run for their money…
That is not the first thing I expected out of Galina’s mouth when she walked into the old harbormaster's office.
Behind my Ghost mask, my brow cocks.
“Excuse me?” my voice scratches from the scrambler.
“No sex,” Galina says firmly. Given that she’s just come alone to the secluded, sinister lair of a masked man she met on the internet for the express purpose of giving up control and letting him do whatever he wants to her, the confidence in her voice is…impressive.
Or foolish.
Especially if she knew my ancestry…
I shake those intrusive thoughts away and focus on girl in front of me.
So this is what happens when her worlds collide.
Galina, as Galina, tends to dress as if every day involves attending a cocktail party in the Hamptons. Nautical-inspired stripes. Jackie O skirts. Fancy yet fun heels. Sweaters draped over shoulders. Cardigans.
After stalking her personal social media relentlessly for the better part of last week, I’m honestly not sure if she’s ever been photographed wearing a t-shirt.
Velvet Villainess, however, dresses like a cross between a leather Domme, a slutty schoolgirl, and a stripper at a Berlin fetish club. Think the human embodiment of a parental advisory sticker.
When those two aesthetics come crashing together, you get what I'm looking at right now: short black skirt, knee-high black heeled boots…and an oversized, shapeless hoodie.
Honestly, though, she could have walked in wearing a burlap sack, and I’d still want to pin her to the wall with my hand around my throat while I fucked her into next Tuesday.
And when I catch sight of the leather choker around her neck?
Game. Fucking. Over.
Well, aside from her immediate declaration of “no sex”.
I cough behind my mask. “I think we may have had radically different ideas about what this meetup entailed.”
Galina blushes. “No…I mean…” Her brows knit. “No sex-sex.”
“Define sex-sex.”
Her face burns even redder.
“I mean no vaginal penetrative sex.”
Vaginal penetrative sex.
Talk dirty to me, baby…
This is the kind of bizarre conundrum with this girl that I find so oddly intriguing.
On the one hand, she’s this sultry, sexy, vampy BookTok vixen who makes content involving giant horse dildos or rolling and bouncing her hips as if she’s getting fucked by her latest book boyfriend of the month.
A girl who wears extremely kinky lingerie and gives the camera sultry looks that make me want to explode in my fucking pants.
On the other, she’s a preppy, somewhat prudish gotta-be-a-virgin who says shit like “vaginal penetrative sex”.
I take a slow breath.
“I’m confused.”
Galina looks down at her feet. “I just… That’s my line.”
“Because you’re a virgin?”
She swallows as her eyes dart to my face. “I didn’t say that.”
“But are you?”
Her top lip retreats between her teeth.
Well, that’s an obvious yes.
“You don’t want your first time to be with some masked man you—”
“I didn’t say it would be my first time,” she snaps. “Like I said, it’s my line, and I don’t want to—”
“This’ll go much easier if we’re completely honest with each other,” I growl.
She eyes me, still blushing. “Says the man with the hidden identity.”
“Says the girl who gets wet for masked men.”
She bristles, but I also see the way her teeth clamp down on her lip again, not to mention the way her thighs squeeze together.
“So… That’s a yes to honesty?” I say.
Galina looks away, like she’s weighing this whole thing out again.
“Fine,” she finally mumbles, turning back to me. “Total honesty.”
When she doesn’t continue, I loudly clear my throat. “So….”
“Yes,” she sighs. “I’m a virgin. Okay?”
“And vaginal penetrative sex…” I space the words out to make them sound even more clinical, which makes her grin, “is off the table.”
She nods. “Yeah,” she says quietly as another wave of pink stains her cheeks.
“So what is on the table,” I ask.
“Everything else.”
Jesus.
My dick immediately thickens and lengthens, growing heavy in my pants. Galina gasps, her eyes widening as I start to move toward her. She retreats until she backs into the wall behind her and I'm standing in front of her, caging her in.
“Word of warning, little villain?” I growl.
A small whimper trickles from her throat as I lean down close to her ear.
“Don’t say shit like that to a man like me.”
I relish the sound of her throat bobbing as she trembles a bit.
Fucking hell. It’s not that I want to terrify her. But when there’s that littttle note of fear rippling over her skin, making her gasp like that?
Yes please.
“Any other ground rules?” I murmur as I force myself to pull back.
Galina shakes her head as she takes a shaky breath. “No…I mean, yes.” Her brow pinches. “If I want to stop—”
“Mask.”
She frowns. “What?”
“If you ever want things to stop, that’s your safe word.”
She eyes me. “Wouldn't, like, no or stop be simpler?”
I shake my head.
She frowns. “Why not?”
“Those words might only make me harder.”
A breathy, downright eager little gasp hitches in her fucking throat.
I just said it to fuck with her and to get a reaction.
…“Turned on” isn’t the one I was expecting, though.
“Anything else?” I growl.
She shakes her head. “No.” She swallows again as her eyes drag up to my mask. “So…now what?”
A groan hums in my throat.
“So eager…”
She blushes fiercely. “I just mean—”
“Do you remember your word?”
She nods.
“Then I think we're ready to start.”
The pink stain creeps further over her face. Then, all at once, she quickly reaches up and tugs down the zipper of her hoodie, shrugs it off her shoulders, and lets it drop to the floor.
Well…fuck.
Apparently, the hoodie was her take on a trench coat.
Once it comes off, I’m staring at a very sexy, see-through black strappy top that ends halfway down to her navel.
The demi-bra or whatever the fuck you call it cups her handful-sized tits in sheer lace that shows exactly what shade of pink her nipples are.
I grit my teeth as my cock rises to full mast in my pants, dripping precum into my boxers.
Yeah.
That’ll work.
Galina gasps softly as I wrap my fingers around her wrists and raise her hands up over her head.
She lets out a small whimper as I push them against the brick behind her, keeping them there with one hand.
My other one slides down her bare arm until I reach the leather choker around her throat.
I slip my finger into the metal ring at the front and twist it just enough to squeeze a little.
Galina’s breath catches again as she trembles.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers.
“Anything I fucking want, little villain.”
My dick, of course, wants me to use my knee to shove her thighs apart, pull her panties to the side and fuck the living shit out of her against the wall.
But I suppose that falls firmly under “no vaginal penetrative sex”.
Boooo….
I know what I can do instead.
Galina moans when I roughly spin her to face the full-length mirror on the wall next to us. She whimpers when I pin her to it, her palms flat to the glass.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?”
Galina chokes out a breathless moan.
“Yes!” she whimpers.
“Are you going to be my pretty little cum slut?”
Her breath fogs the mirror as she lets out stuttering, staccato breaths and her brow caves.
“Yes,” she moans.
Another whimper lodges in her throat when I push her legs apart with my knee.
I reach for her skirt and slowly pull it up her thighs, then over her hips.
I growl inwardly when I see the lacy black of her thong splitting the tight globes of her ass.
Galina shivers when I slide a finger down the crease of her cheeks, slip it under the tiny strip of lace, then slowly begin to peel the thong off her.
It sticks to her pussy slightly as it drops down her legs, and I groan.
Fuck me, she’s soaking wet.
I stoop to slip her panties off her feet before I stand up behind her. She whines when I press my body to her back, leaning close to her ear.
“Pretty as these are, you don’t wear them around me anymore.”
She shivers as another gasp rattles in her throat.
“From now on, if we meet, and I find out you're wearing panties,” I growl, “I’ll gag you with them and fuck you no matter how many safe words you toss out.”
“Jesus,” she chokes as her eyes hood.
“Is that clear?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes.”
I stuff the panties into my pocket. Well, first I press them against my nose and inhale the scent of her pussy, obviously. But then I stuff them into my pocket.
She lets out a little mewl when I slip a finger back into the ring on her choker.
“Come here.”
I turn and lead her by the collar across the room to the bed, and she gasps when I shove her down across it. Her mouth drops open in an inviting “O” shape when I kneel next to the bed, grab her thighs, and force them wide apart.
I’m wearing a slightly different mask tonight. My usual one is rigid and a tactical military thing made of a mix of carbon fiber, Kevlar weave and epoxy resin, not all that different from a hockey goalie’s.
It doesn’t exactly lend itself to eating pussy.
So tonight, I’ve opted for a cloth balaclava, which I roll up over my mouth as I lower myself between her thighs..
There’s no painted crown on this one. But I’ve kept the lights off, and if Galina’s noticed, she hasn’t said anything.
…Not that she’s going to be noticing much of anything in three, two, one…
“Oh my God…”
Fuck.
Me.
I could hear her choke out that breathy little moan of pleasure every fucking minute of every fucking day. But a second later, it’s not the sounds she’s making that I’m focused on.
That honor goes to how fucking good she tastes.
I mean, guys always talk about how “sweet” or whatever some girl’s pussy is. But let’s be real: pussy tastes like pussy.
Galina’s pink little slit with the puffy swollen lips, the throbbing hard clit, and that neat little triangle of red hair, though?
Fucking heaven.