19. Mallory
CHAPTER 19
Mallory
H e pulls his pants up, fastening them, before scooping me in his arms and carrying me to my bedroom like I weigh nothing.
Right before he steps into my bedroom, I grab his mask. He dodges my hand, tossing me onto my bed.
A deep laugh rumbles from his chest. “You think you’re clever, trying to see my face. Tsk, tsk.” He stalks closer, waggling his finger before climbing on top of me. “There’s no escape from me.”
I shiver, staring at his masked face. I swear I feel him smirk before he sits back.
My shoes go flying. My pants and panties follow, leaving me naked from the waist down. I squirm against his hands, but he’s much stronger than me.
He moves so his face is above mine, sinking my body deeper into the mattress. Obsession burns in his irises. “Every piece of you belongs to me.”
His words should spark fear and anger. I feel a slight twinge of it, but I’m too overcome by lust and desire.
The masked man tugs my shirt overhead, then yanks my bra off. His eyes are on mine as he tosses them onto the floor, his hands cupping my breasts, pushing them together before teasing my nipples with his thumbs.
A moan slips out as I arch my back, wanting more.
He emits a low growl. “Such a needy girl.”
Lowering his head, he rubs his masked face over my pebbled nipples. I gasp from the sensation, my hands trying to grip his head. But he grabs them, shoving them overhead. “Impatient as hell.”
He gets off me, and I protest until he comes back with the belt from my robe. He ties my wrists together while I squirm on the mattress, fear coursing through me.
“Don’t worry, little prey. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
He roughly pinches my nipple before rubbing it. I gasp and then moan. His dark chuckle washes over me. “Thought you said I wasn’t gonna see how wet you are?” He spreads my legs wide, revealing my dripping pussy. “Look how fucking soaked you are.”
I moan as his fingers glide through my folds, two of them sinking inside me. He pulls them out, holding up his wet fingers. “Looks like you were wrong, little prey.”
I grumble, trying to kick at him, but he catches my leg. He makes tsking noises. “You can’t fool me.” He slides his fingers back inside me before curling them. “This pussy is fucking tight. We’re gonna have to stretch her for my cock.”
God, why does that turn me on so fucking much?
His thumb slowly begins circling my clit while fingering me faster and deeper.
“Oh, God.” My back arches from the bed, my wrists straining against the fabric of the belt tied around them. “So damn good,” I rasp.
My body begins to quiver, overloaded by the sensations coursing through me. His masked face staring at me is icing on the cake, making me lose control .
“Mmm. I can’t wait to use my tongue on you.”
I moan again. “Oh, yes. Please.”
I see the smug satisfaction shining from his eyes. “Right now?”
“Y-Yes…” Beads of sweat glide down my skin.
“I need to blindfold you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of black, silky material. “Lift your head, little prey.”
I comply, the world darkening as he ties the fabric over my eyes.
The sound of him removing the mask hits my ears. He hovers close to my face, causing goosebumps to cover my skin. His warm breaths heat my lips before they descend over mine.
“Mmmm,” he whispers. “You taste like my salvation, little prey.”
He kisses me, slow and deep, before it changes, becoming more passionate. It’s all-consuming. I wish my hands weren’t bound so I could touch him.
His lips leave mine, and I whimper, wanting more. He chuckles, his fingertips grazing my chin. “You’re the only heaven I’ll ever know, Mallory.”
His fingers roam over my body, featherlight touches that tease and drive me insane. My body jerks when he bites my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
“God, yes. That’s so fucking amazing.”
Fingertips trail over my stomach, his tongue and lips following. “I love seeing you like this. Bound, helpless, and so fucking turned on. Primed for my touch…” He takes a long lick through my pussy from slit to clit. My muscles tense before relaxing, the pleasure making me vibrate from need.
“Goddamn it, masked man. Please eat me.”
His chuckle is deep, filled with a type of darkness that comes from a man completely in control. “Since you asked so nicely. ”
Then he dives in, a flurry of tongue, fingers, and teeth, licking, sucking, and nibbling. The sensations he’s drawing from me are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, making me squirm, beg, and curse.
“Oh, God. It’s too much,” I whimper when he edges me, then moves away, lips trailing along my inner thigh.
“You can handle it, little prey.”
I shake my head vigorously, my breathing labored. “Please, make me come. I’ve never had a man capable of— oh, fuck .”
He adds three fingers inside me while his tongue assaults my clit. My body shakes, sweat pouring down me in rivulets. His tongue seduces me over the edge, and I’m falling, suspended in the air, my orgasm barreling over me.
My hips lift from the bed, and the masked man shoves his hands beneath my ass, staying with me as he continues working me through every tremble and shake. My ears ring, stars exploding behind my eyes until I collapse, spent and unmoving.
“Mmmm.” He presses a kiss against my pussy before working his way up. “I could eat you every damn day of my life.”
I shiver from his words, but then the fear wins out.
“You’re not going to leave and never return, right?” I instantly regret the words, hating myself for sounding so needy.
He chuckles. “Oh, little prey. Wild fucking horses couldn’t drag me away.” He presses his lips against mine, and I taste myself on him. “I’m never leaving you, Mallory. You’re mine. Forever.”