2. Karolina
KAROLINA
My phone vibrates a few minutes later, and I blow out a long sigh of relief.
I answer the video call, and Bones’ demonic red skull mask fills my screen. Even his eyes are obscured by the macabre design, but I know he can see me clearly. A black hood frames the mask, completely obscuring his features so that he’s little more than a leering skull shrouded in inky shadows.
Sometimes, I wish I could see his face, but it’s better this way.
Safer.
He’s just a man on a screen. There’s nothing dangerous about him.
The nightmare clings to me, memories of that terrible night all too close to the surface. Resolutely, I will it to dissipate. Focusing on my carnal connection with my online masked man will soothe me like nothing else. There’s no room in my brain for anything but pleasure when we’re on a call.
“Took you long enough,” I pout, not at all frightened by his appearance.
The little thrill of fear he elicits when we’re indulging in our dark game is erotic, not terrifying.
“That mouth,” he admonishes in a deep, gravelly voice that’s almost inhuman. “What am I going to do with you, kitten?”
I tip my chin back, impertinent—the exact attitude that provokes him most. “You’re going to give me an orgasm.”
His low rumble of consideration slides down my spine like a caress.
“I don’t think you’ve earned an orgasm,” he drawls, tapping his chin. Even his fingers are sheathed in leather gloves, giving him complete anonymity.
He’s seen my face and body countless times over the last four years, but I keep the most important parts of myself hidden from him, too. He only knows my real first name, where I’m studying for my MA, and my sexual predilections. Nothing more. Nothing truly intimate.
Our arrangement suits my needs perfectly.
I reach for my vibrator, waving it in front of the screen. “And what are you going to do to stop me?”
He growls in earnest this time. “You know the consequences. I’ll end the call and leave you wanting.”
I shoot him a sly grin. “I’ll just finish myself off anyway.”
“You could,” he allows. “But we both know it’d be nothing compared to what I can give you. Your thighs don’t shake when I’m not here, do they? Your eyes don’t roll back while you moan my name and beg for mercy.”
“Fine,” I huff, doing my best to conceal how aroused I am at only a few dirty words spoken in his rough voice. “I’ll be good.”
“You’ll work for this one,” he warns. “You think I’ve edged you before? I won’t give you permission to come until you cry for me this time.”
My lips part on an indignant gasp, but my core pulses at the threat.
I want to cry for him. I want to give him everything he demands of me, until I’m so lost in him that I don’t have room to think about anything else. I won’t have to feel anything but transcendent pleasure.
This is the release I only find with him.
“I won’t cry for you.” I defy him, sinking into our power play.
“You will. You’ll do whatever I say, because you want to please me. Don’t you?”
I lick my lips. “Maybe.”
“Always this game,” he chides. “We both know what you really want. I should turn you over my knee and paint your ass red with my hand.”
“You’d have to catch me first,” I taunt breathily.
“As if you could outrun me,” he sneers. “You’re such a little thing, so fragile. I could break you so easily. I would hunt you down and fuck you in the dirt. And you would come all over my cock. You can’t escape me. You don’t want to.”
I turn on my vibrator.
“No,” he barks. “Hands only. That vibrator can’t handle you the way I can.”
I turn it off and set it aside, but I don’t wait for his command to touch myself. Boldly, I cup my breast, teasing my nipple through my pink silk nightgown that I know he likes.
“You feel that?” he purrs. “That’s my hand on you. I’m giving you this pleasure. You’re just my instrument, my pretty little toy. Your body is mine. Your will is mine. Are you ready to obey me, Karolina?”
“That depends on what you order me to do.”
I’m clinging to my defiance by a thread. The temptation to surrender to his control makes my fingers tremble with the force of my desire. My entire body feels alive in a way I only experience with him.
But it will be so much sweeter if I make him work for it. He can’t physically overpower me, so I lean into our battle of wills.
Our game is familiar, but I never get bored. Ever since we connected in the chat room of my favorite erotica site when I was a freshman at UNC, he’s been my only source of carnal release.
“You love when I force you to surrender.”
He knows me so well that it should scare me. Even virtually, our connection has always been potent enough to satisfy my needs.
“If I chased you through the woods, how long do you think you would pretend to evade me?”
“Who’s pretending?” I breathe, teasing my nipple with my thumb. I won’t dare to stimulate myself more without his direction.
Already, I'm slipping under his control.
“I’m very fast,” I assert. “Try to keep up.”
His low chuckle is pure, predatory satisfaction. “But I’m stronger. Once I catch you, you’ll regret defying me. I’ll make you apologize with your mouth while I grip your hair in my fist. Then you won’t be capable of sassing me.”
I suppress a whimper at the phantom feel of his shaft sliding along my tongue. I’ve never experienced anything like that in real life.
“Put your fingers in your mouth,” he commands. “Show me how you’ll suck my cock.”
I resist complete obedience; I ease the tip of one finger between my lips, teasing him. I flick my tongue over it and keep my eyes locked on the black pools where his are hidden by the mask.
“You can do better than that,” he says. “I want those fingers touching the back of your throat so you can hardly breathe unless I allow it. You’ll be such a good girl taking my cock nice and deep.”
I slide two fingers along my tongue, moaning at the decadent sensation as I imagine it’s his thick shaft filling my mouth. When I push deeper, I suppress my gag reflex—just like he taught me.
“Hold them there,” he orders.
I still my fingers, but the rest of my body writhes in my sheets. My clit pulses madly. I can barely breathe, but I don’t dare withdraw my fingers. I don’t want to.
He waits until I’m dizzy with need before he relents. “Good girl. Now lick them. Show me how you’ll worship my cock.”
I comply, caressing my fingers with long, hungry strokes of my tongue. I wonder what his precum would taste like. Just the thought makes my eyes roll back on a low groan.
“Eyes on me.”
My gaze snaps to the shadowy sockets of his skull mask, and I fall into the inky darkness, allowing it to swallow me whole.
“There’s my sweet kitten,” he praises. “Don’t stop. Pinch your tight little nipple with your other hand.”
I prop up my phone on my nightstand so I can comply, freeing up both hands to play with myself. He’ll get a full view of my body, just as he likes.
Pain flares when I pinch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, sending answering sparks of pleasure dancing straight to my core. My inner muscles contract, aching to be filled.
But I don’t reach for my vibrator again. Bones is thoroughly in control now, and I revel in the release.
“Harder,” he insists. “Make it hurt. You’re my good little pain slut, aren’t you?”
I increase the pressure, tugging and twisting in the way that I like best. My eyes almost roll back again, but I resolutely keep my stare locked on him.
His low rumble of approval in response to my desperate whimper sends me flying higher, as though the primal sound vibrates though me with far greater intensity than my sex toy.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Torture yourself for me. Take those wet fingers out of your mouth and reach for your clit.”
My free hand glides down my abdomen, and I can almost feel the buttery caress of his leather glove rather than my own bare fingers against my silky nightgown.
When my touch dips lower, he says, “Stop. Wait for me.”
I freeze, and a whine eases up my throat at his denial.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
“Yes,” I sigh breathily. “The pink ones you like. With the white lace.”
“Show me.”
I arch my back, tempted to ease my touch lower and alleviate the throbbing pulse in my clit.
Instead, I pick up my phone and prop it up between my spread knees. I lean back on my pillows so that he can see my face and my most intimate areas from this new angle.
“Beautiful,” he approves. “Did you wear those just for me?”
“Of course,” I purr. “Anything for you.”
“Anything?” he drawls. “You might regret saying that, kitten. I intend to make you suffer.”
I lick my lips, torn between desire to please him and trepidation at the slow torment that’s to come.
“Are you scared, Karolina?”
“A little,” I admit on a whisper.
“Does that make you wet for me?”
“You know it does.”
“Is that how you answer me?”
“I’m wet for you. I’m aching. Please, I need you.”
“Let me see. Tease those pussy lips and show me how you’re glistening for me.”
The first brush of my fingertips against the silken wetness that coats my inner thighs makes my legs quiver. I dip them beneath my panties and swirl them through my desire, touching my aching labia without stimulating my needy clit.
I grit my teeth against the impulse to alleviate the insistent ache. Instead, I sink into his control—because I have none of my own. Without his firm commands, I wouldn’t be able to help myself, but the prolonged denial only heightens my pleasure.
“That’s enough,” he says roughly.
I shiver and withdraw, lifting my fingers closer to the phone so he can see how much I want him.
“Lick them clean, dirty girl. And I didn’t give you permission to stop playing with your nipples. Don’t make me tell you again.”
My belly flips in response to the subtle threat, and I pinch my tight buds harder, showing him how sorry I am for forgetting to obey. I suck my arousal from my other hand, moaning at the taste of my desire for him.
“You want my mouth on you.” He sees me so clearly, understanding all of my darkest fantasies before I give voice to my secret longings. “Tell me how much you want me to taste your cunt.”