Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
GRACE
I step into my apartment, wrapping my arms around my torso as a cool chill runs through me.
For the first time in a while, my home feels indescribably lonely, and I know before I check that Seven isn’t here.
I should be grateful, but instead, I’m hit with a pang of disappointment so powerful, it takes the breath out of me.
I should have stayed a few more hours today to work on the product data Mr. Graves needs, but I couldn’t focus on my work anyway. I’ll have to stay late into the night tomorrow to make up for it, but it’s better than driving myself insane when I’m so close to snapping.
Wanting desperately to relax, I make myself a cup of my favorite green tea.
I take a sip, but the liquid goes sour on my tongue.
I much prefer the tea Archer Graves made me, but no matter what I try, I can’t replicate that exotic taste.
I make myself drink half before I can’t stand it anymore and pour the rest down the sink.
Sighing, I move into the bathroom, stripping my clothes and hopping into the shower, not caring that the water is still ice cold. I take an extra long time washing, and exfoliating, and moisturizing, letting the monotonous tasks lull me into a peaceful numbness.
My fingertips are pruned by the time I get out, and the steam is so thick, it’s difficult to breathe. I dry myself and pull a robe around my body, desperate to crawl into bed despite the sun still being high in the sky.
“What a day,” I murmur, climbing into bed on top of the covers. I lie back with a heavy sigh, staring blankly at the textured ceiling. Now that there’s nothing to distract me, I can’t help my mind from wandering to the events of last night.
Though I don’t want to admit it, I’m attracted to the masked killer. It’s immoral and wrong, but I crave his touch, the way only he can make me feel. I know I’m playing a dangerous game with Seven, but I don’t know if I have the power to stop it. The more time I spend with him, the less I want to.
With each passing day, it’s becoming easier to convince myself to give in to his dark desires. I shudder, remembering the feel of his heated fingers as he pushed his release inside me. Instead of repulsion, desire floods my veins, warming my core and filling my head with a muted buzzing sound.
I close my eyes as heat coils low in my belly, unable to stop the memories from pushing to the forefront of my mind. As the scene plays out, Seven’s faceless red mask morphs into Archer Grave’s familiar features. My lips part in a soft gasp, but I have no desire to stop the fantasy.
I imagine my boss hovering over me, whispering the same depraved things in my ear that Seven did.
A shiver runs the length of my spine, and I rub my thighs together, desperate to relieve some of the ache pulsing from my center.
Biting my lip, I slide my palm down my body, fingertips reaching past the slit in my robe to brush the slick, heated skin between my thighs.
As I circle my clit, I picture Archer’s hand where mine is now, making me come the way Seven did.
In my mind, he leans in, kissing up the side of my neck.
Slowly, he pushes a finger past my entrance, filling me in all the right ways.
He teases my walls, his breath hot on my neck as he whispers dirty things into my ear—things only Seven would know.
My lips part in a soft moan as my pleasure crests, muscles clenching as I barrel closer to the edge.
“God, I love that sound.”
With a jolt, my eyes spring open, landing square on the red mask from my fantasy. My heart thunders, threatening to beat its way out of my chest, but I don’t remove my hand from my pussy. It’s dirty and wrong, but I really, really want to come—and I was so damn close.
“Don’t stop.” Seven steps past the doorframe into my bedroom, breathing hard. “I want to see the look on your face when you come undone.”
I shift on my mattress, all too aware of his heated stare. Hesitant, I allow my thighs to part, baring my dripping center to him. Brushing the pad of my finger against my clit, I bite my lip to suppress a moan, which only becomes harder when I notice the effect my arousal is having on Seven.
“Fuck yes.” His words come out as a tortured groan. “Just like that.”
A wave of bravery overcomes me, and I stare directly into the spot his eyes would be as I shamelessly pleasure myself, loving the power I have at this moment.
My lips part in a moan, and the sound nearly brings him to his knees. Seven braces himself against the mattress for support, and my lips quirk in a heady grin as I catch sight of the sizable bulge in his tactical pants.
I continue working my clit as Seven crawls onto the bed, his breath labored. Gloved hands curl around my ankles, and he uses his surprising strength to pry them apart, allowing space for him to settle between my thighs.
“So perfect,” he whispers, taking a deep breath. “So mine.”
I whimper as his face inches closer, desperate for the heat of his mouth, the spark of his touch. His gloved hand slides up my thigh, stopping at the apex to brush his fingertips against my dripping center.
“So wet for me.” He pushes the tip of his finger against my entrance, teasing me. “Does my perfect girl want to come?”
I gasp, arching my back as he presses inside me, loving the stretch. My eyes shutter, and I let out a deep moan as he teases my walls just like in my fantasy.
But it’s still not enough.
“More,” I gasp, losing my mind as desire floods my senses. “Please. I need more.”
A low chuckle fills the air, and a second finger is added to the first, stretching me gloriously. He curls his fingers, pressing relentlessly against a particularly sensitive spot, and a garbled scream is pulled from my throat.
I lose myself in the sensation, so close to the edge, but unable to cross over. Far away, I think I hear the distinct squirt of a lube bottle, but I can’t pay any attention to it. I’m so, so close…
Something cold and hard presses against my ass, yanking me out of my pleasure-filled stupor. I gasp, my fingers freezing where they are as my release fades to the back of my mind.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Seven growls, easing the tip of the hard thing farther into my ass. “You’re so tight. Too tight.”
“Wait.” I attempt to see what he’s trying to put inside me. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, Grace.” He pulls the thing away from my entrance, and it’s replaced a moment later by his warm fingers, though they’re covered in a thick layer of lube.
“Wait…”
“Keep touching that little clit,” he orders, pressing a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle.
I gasp, unable to do what he asks, too overcome with the sensation. He pushes deeper inside me, and my muscles clench around him, trying to stop the intrusion.
Seven lets out a dark laugh as he presses deeper, stretching me out and preparing me for what’s to come.
Eventually, I give in to the foreign sensation, and pleasure blossoms low in my belly, traveling up my spine and filling my head with a loud whooshing sound.
On their own accord, my fingers swirl my clit, heightening the pleasure burning through my veins.
But then, all at once, Seven pulls out of me, leaving me alone and empty. I only have to worry for a moment, because next, he’s holding a small bright-yellow object in front of my face. I have to blink several times to focus on it, and when I do, panic cuts straight through the fog of my pleasure.
My present. The plug he left me this morning.
Seven twirls it between his deft fingers, coating the head in my arousal glistening from the dark leather.
“This will only hurt for a moment,” he rasps, moving his hand between my thighs.
The tip of the plug nudges against my entrance, and I gasp, my eyes pleading. “Wait! It’s too big!”
“Nonsense.” He swirls the head teasingly. “This is going to get you ready to take my cock, sweet girl. You want to take daddy’s cock in all your holes, right?”
My eyes widen in alarm as he applies force, easing the head of the plug inside me.
“No! Not there!”
But he’s not listening. My hole stretches painfully as he works it inside me, and tears well in my eyes at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Relax,” he coaxes. “It hurts more because you’re fighting.”
I don’t relax. I can’t. It’s too much, too fast. I can’t even breathe, and it’s not even halfway inside.
Seven sighs, disappointed. “Fine. Suit yourself.”
He shoves the plug the rest of the way inside me.
Sharp, blinding pain blossoms from the area, stealing my breath. All my muscles contract as a tear leaks out of the corner of my eye, tracking down my cheek to the pillow below.
“Breathe.” He rubs a gloved hand gently over my cheek. “It’ll feel better in a second. Just breathe with me.”
After a few seconds, I’m able to do what he asks.
Seven chuckles darkly, reaching down to toy with my pussy once more. “Good girl. That feels better, doesn’t it?”
I whimper, and Seven slides his hand lower, flicking the jeweled base of the plug. It shifts inside me, and I squirm, heat blossoming across my cheeks as my core pulses.
“Does my sweet girl want to come?” he asks, dipping the tip of his gloved finger inside me. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”
Against my better judgment, I nod, too desperate for release to think of the consequences.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
A pleased hum echoes in his chest as he continues working his fingers in me while he reaches up to the mask with the other, pressing a button.
There’s a hiss, and the bottom half slides up, revealing his lower face.
Before I can get a good look at his features, he dives down, knocking my hand out of the way to get to my clit.
He groans as his tongue lashes out, tasting my arousal. My eyes roll to the back of my skull as he works my clit with his tongue. Now that my body has adjusted, the added fullness of his fingers and the plug is euphoric, and I can’t get enough.
“Yes,” I moan, losing myself to the desire coursing through my veins. “Yes!”
It’s all too much, too good, and I come with a shattered scream. The room spins, the corners of my vision tunneling as Seven keeps licking me, his tongue relentlessly thrashing against my sensitive clit.
An animalistic groan echoes in his chest as he pushes his face flush against me, covering his mouth and chin in my release.
“P–please,” I beg. “It’s too much!”
Reluctantly, Seven moves away from my pussy, and I let out a relieved sigh.
When the room comes back into focus, I raise my head, unable to help but notice the large wet spot on Seven’s crotch that wasn't there a moment before. Did he just cum in his pants? From tasting me?
Before I realize what’s happening, he reaches down, pinching my clit hard between his thumb and forefinger. I scream, the sensation far too much for me to handle, and for a moment, I worry I’m going to black out. He releases me with a choked groan, his body shuddering hard enough to shake the bed.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “I need more.”
Seven lunges forward, lifting my hips off the mattress to the level of his mouth, situating one leg on each of his shoulders to give him better access. Without warning, he leans in, dragging his tongue up my center.
My muscles clench as a pleasurable shiver runs the length of my spine.
His tongue dips inside me briefly, swirling and teasing my walls before sliding up to circle my slit.
A choked sound pushes past my lips, my eyes rolling to the back of my skull as he drags me to the edge once more.
But just when I’m about to come, Seven pulls away, leaving me breathless, cold, and wanting.
“What are you—”
There’s a metallic click, and I gaze down in alarm to see Seven has locked something around my waist. It fits like underwear, perfectly molded to my skin and cut so that all my holes are covered.
A plush inner lining around the edges keeps the metal from rubbing too much against my sensitive skin, but it’s still pretty damn uncomfortable.
“What the hell?” I demand, the fog of my orgasm fading fast. I’m not sure when he got it or where he was keeping it all this time, but it’s real. “Is this a fucking chastity belt?”
“It is.” He nods, seemingly pleased with himself. Seven wiggles the key in front of my face, then places it deep in his pocket.
“Don’t do that! Take this thing off me right now!”
He laughs, the sound low and eerily mechanical due to the voice mod in his mask. “Since I can’t trust you to wear your fucking plug, you’ll be wearing this until you learn to behave.” He leans down to my ear, whispering, “And maybe after, too.”
He licks up my throat, kissing me hard and leaving me breathless.
And then he’s gone.