Chapter Eighteen #2
“Phone number?” I ask, unsure I even want to hear the answer.
“Not necessary,” he replies, setting me gently on my feet. “Come on, let's get you dressed again so I can get some water into you.”
“You won’t tell me your name or phone number?
I don’t know what you look like. How am I supposed to find you again?
” Panic starts to claw through me. Was this all a love-bombing act?
Some kind of sick fantasy where he finds the most vulnerable, submissive woman and messes with me?
Or is this his way of rejecting me? Taking what he—okay, what we both—wanted and then kicking me to the curb.
“You don’t need to find me because I’m not going anywhere,” he says simply, standing up behind me and running his hands down my bare shoulders almost possessively.
“I’m going to be everywhere you look. I will show you who I am when you’re ready to commit to me.
And until that moment, I will be enjoying making you crave me like your next breath. ”
Confusion wraps around my neck like a noose, choking me and silencing me at the same time. I’ve never belonged anywhere, why would this be any different?
I move in a daze, unsure of what is happening between us as the masked man positions me like a doll.
He redresses me, then wraps the blanket around me again and lowers me back down onto the side of the bed.
The butt plug tucked inside my ass sends a small jolt through me as I sit down.
It reminds me that he punished me for my panic earlier.
He interrupted my spiral and grounded me.
He listened to what I needed and gave me exactly that.
Those are not the actions of a man who is done with me. Are they?
He crouches down in front of me and takes my hands in his. He rubs circles with his thumbs while he waits patiently for my breathing to steady again.
“I can hear the cogs in your brain turning, Kitten. I’ve told you that I’m not going anywhere. I’ve told you that you’re my forever. Are you struggling to believe me?”
“It’s just hard to reconcile when the reality is we are going to go our separate ways tonight, and I might not recognize you if you wear a different mask next time.
Everything has felt too good to be true.
You could leave and never come back, and I would have no way of knowing who you are or how to find you. ”
“I promise you that won’t happen,” he assures me. “What would help you feel more grounded without my name or number?”
“I don’t know,” I say, squeezing my thighs together as a flush carries up my chest. He doesn’t miss the way my body squirms. Of course he doesn’t.
“You said before that you needed me to quiet those thoughts. Do you need me to fuck them out of you?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” I beg breathlessly. He listened. He’s actually prepared to give me what I need. I could cry from the relief.
“Our time in this room is nearly up,” he says, checking the digital clock on the wall. “I guess I’ll be fucking you over a table after all. Come here, Kitten.”
My breath hitches, and my pussy floods at the return of his harsh tone.
I climb off the bed and walk toward him on shaky legs.
My masked man stands beside the now open door, his arms crossed in front of him as he glares at me.
The image of the all-powerful Dom is slightly thrown off by the fact he is holding my bag.
He gestures for me to walk back to the main hall, following close behind me as I move forward.
“That empty table to the left of the stage,” he murmurs into my ear, closer than I expected him to be.
My heart hammers in my chest, and my breathing comes in ragged gasps.
“Hands on the table,” he says, positioning me so I’m facing out at the dwindling crowd, seeing more people and noticing some casual glances our way.
He hoists up my dress around my waist and shoves me forward. There will be no doubt to anyone who sees me like this that it's a punishment. It’s humiliating. My face burns with a hot flush as I stare into the room, and blood pounds in my ears like a frantic drum.
“I don’t think a quick wash in a sink is sufficiently clean for my cock to go anywhere other than your ass, and I respect the limits you have laid out for me. So that’s why I’ll be fucking you here,” he says as he jostles the plug.
I’m a whimpering mess. This is going to hurt. A lot. I heal quickly, but I’m still a little raw from earlier and his cock is huge. I need it, though. I’m desperate to be grounded in pain and know that he cares enough to inflict it. I need to know he will show up for me with whatever I need.
“I’m not a sadist,” he whispers. His breath is hot on my ear, and it sends goosebumps skittering over my skin.
He licks from my bare shoulder toward my neck, finding a spot that makes my knees weak.
“I don’t take pleasure in punishing you.
But I’ll always give you what you need. If you need some pain to learn that I’m in this for real, then so be it. ”
He pushes me forward so I’m bent over the table, my face pressed against the cool surface.
I’m exposed and delirious with need when he plunges two fingers into my pussy without warning, causing me to let out a gasp that turns into a moan.
He fucks me lazily—almost carelessly—with his fingers, building my excitement but never giving me enough to come.
And then his hands are gone, and I hear the unmistakable clink of his belt opening.
He removes the plug, trickles cool lube over me, then replaces the plug with his cock. He wastes no time building me up this time and starts thrusting in at a consistently punishing pace.
“You’re mine,” he growls.
“Yes, Sir,” I cry out. “Yours. All yours.”
My asshole feels like it’s on fire, and tears prick my eyes, but I don’t want to safe word. I want to feel everything he gives me.
“Are you going to doubt me again?”
“No, Sir. Please! I promise. I promise.” I’m rambling, incoherent as the pain morphs to pleasure again, and the need tightening in my core feels like a powder keg ready to blow.
“I can’t… I can’t hold back,” I yell, not caring about the others in the room with us as I will my body not to erupt.
The fear of disappointing him fights against the unbearable pleasure.
He grabs my leg, pushing my knee onto the table, and with the added room, he strums my clit. My vision goes black as I try to breathe through the need. “Please, I can’t take it. I can’t hold back.”
But he only rubs my clit faster, fucks my ass harder, and brings me to the brink repeatedly while I cling to the edge, trying to stop myself from falling off the cliff with willpower alone.
“Please, Sir!” I beg as alarm slams into me that I won’t be able to stop myself. That I’ll disappoint him.
“I never said you couldn’t come this time,” he growls in my ear, and I detonate with a scream.
Pleasure surges through me unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. That voice I push down roars at me to accept our bond, whatever the hell that means. My teeth grow longer, and my mouth floods with some kind of liquid I’ve never experienced before.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This cannot be happening. I cover my mouth with my hand to hide the teeth that are so large I can’t close my lips.
The man behind me lets out a groan before his movements cease.
He pulls out of my ass, spits on my hole, then slides the plug back in place.
All the while I am box breathing, trying to ground myself in the scents and sights of the room we are in.
But his scent is all I can smell, his touch is all I can feel, and I’m too afraid to open my eyes.
I keep breathing, though, and finally, my teeth shrink back to normal. He lowers my leg back to the floor, then pulls my dress down to cover my ass again. I wobble in my high-heeled boots, and my mystery man picks me up, cradling me against his chest and kissing my forehead.
He sits down with me in his lap, and a few moments later, he holds a bottle of water to my lips and urges me to drink.
“I’m bringing you home, Kitten,” he whispers as I close my eyes and drift off.