22. Chapter 22 #3
When he rose to his feet, he shoved the gun back into a holster at his hip. Then he turned his attention towards me again and I held my breath.
Fuck!
Suddenly, I couldn’t not move anymore. I spun on the spot and bolted away from the dark, imposing figure, away from whatever the fuck was happening here.
I needed to get out of here. This couldn’t be happening.
I made it all of two fucking steps before tripping over one of the boxes and landing face first on the couch, my face smushed into the cushions.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as a low, dark chuckle rang out behind me. With a grunt, I tried to push myself out of the cushions threatening to swallow me up but too late.
A big, gloved hand grasped the back of my neck, holding me down.
“Ah, Little Devil. Don’t hurt yourself now.”
Holy fucking shit.
An unbidden rush of heat shot through my body, my thoughts suddenly no longer whirling through my mind like a tornado but instead slowing down, transforming into something thick and molten, like warm honey.
“Sasha?”
It was a stupid question, given the nickname he’d already used, but it was the only word willing to come out of my mouth.
The couch dipped as he placed a knee between my legs, bending down to whisper in my ear.
“Such a smart girl.”
A zap of electricity ran straight down my spine and to my core at the sound of his rasping voice and the heat of his body seeping through my clothes.
“Did you already guess I’d be coming for you?”
I huffed, trying to muster up some kind of bravado, however false it might be. “Did I guess a convicted murderer was going to break out of prison and come find me? You fucking tell me.”
I bucked up, trying to wind myself out of his grip, but it was unrelenting. A deep groan rumbled through his chest.
“You just had to go and tempt me.”
He pressed down further, pinning me more firmly to the soft surface with his bulk, and I felt the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock against my ass.
Liquid heat pooled deep within me, spreading rapidly. This had no right to feel this good.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He ground his erection against me, and I whimpered.
In fear, obviously, not because the hard length nestled between my ass cheeks felt sinfully good. A deep groan rumbled through his chest, sending a cascade of vibrations rippling through my core.
My pussy clenched down on nothing, aching and desperate, and I fought the urge to squeeze my thighs together and create some friction. I had to fucking resist.
This was wrong, so incredibly wrong.
Right?
“I was gonna wait but shit, you’re just too fucking perfect.”
Wait? Wait for what exactly?
His weight disappeared from my back for a moment before he effortlessly flipped me around, his gloved hand moving fluidly from the back of my neck to my throat.
I couldn’t deny the rush of heat spreading through my body like a wildfire at this imposing, masked figure towering over me, betraying no emotion, controlling me effortlessly with just one hand.
My chest rose and fell rapidly and I stared up at him, wide-eyed. Instead of fear, I was seized by pure, utter exhilaration. I’d never had fantasies involving a masked man before, but I knew I’d be thinking of little else from this moment onward.
Logically, I knew this had to be Sasha, even though I’d never heard his voice before. And yet, the anonymity provided by the mask triggered an unexpected and intense flood of arousal deep in my core.
“And I think it’s important to teach our friend here an important lesson.”
My gaze darted back to the figure of Eric on the ground, writhing and moaning. I’d forgotten he was even there.
“What lesson?” I asked breathlessly.
“To not try to touch what doesn’t fucking belong to him. We don’t have a lot of time, so you gotta be a good girl for me. Think you can do that?”
I could do nothing but stare up at him, lips parted but no sound coming out.
He tsked and tightened his hold around my throat, which caused a dizzying rush. “Can you do that, baby?”
I swallowed hard and finally jerked my head in a nod.
“Good.” His thumb rubbed tenderly at the side of my neck, the smooth, cool leather of his glove feeling exquisite against my skin. “Knew you’d behave for me.”
The creepy mask continued to grin down at me. I should have been horrified, scared, probably screamed for help. Instead I was under his fucking spell, mesmerized not only by the forbidden nature of this situation but also by him.
I was prey, caught and pinned down by a dangerous predator … and I was exactly where I wanted to be. I’d never felt this way before, not even remotely, and deep down, I knew I never would again.
Sasha wasn’t just impressive; he was every fantasy I’d ever had, brought to life. And I hadn’t even actually seen his damn face yet. Just his presence and that body were enough.
Lord fucking help me.
He pulled me up with one hand, briefly cutting off my breath, which turned me on even more. We’d barely moved but I was panting as I stared up at him.
“Take my cock out, Little Devil.” My breath hitched and he cocked his head to the side. “Now.”
It was as if my body instinctively obeyed his command; as if his voice were the strings of a puppet master. My hands lifted and reached for the zipper of his black jumpsuit at his sternum, slowly pulling it down.
It was so similar to the one he’d worn in prison, only this one was black, and the material was much higher quality, making it seem far more expensive than anything they would have issued him with. The zipper came down just far enough to reveal the bulge in his boxers.
I swallowed hard, drawing a deep chuckle out from behind his mask. My fingers shook ever so slightly as I hooked them into the waistband of his underwear. All doubts and scruples had left my brain completely.
Sasha was the only thing I could smell, see, and feel — the only thought in my mind. I sucked in a breath as his erection popped free right in front of my face, thick and veined, looking almost painfully hard.
“That’s it, take a good look at your cock.
It’s the only one you’re gonna see from now on.
” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion for just a second before my mind latched onto a different part of his statement.
Your cock, he’d said. A fluttering sensation rippled through my stomach and my pussy throbbed.
“I’ve been dying to make good on my promise, baby.
Haven’t touched myself since we had our little chat about me fucking your face. ”
Holy fucking shit, that was weeks ago!
“You haven’t—”
“Not once. Saved a real big load for you, Little Devil.” He sucked his teeth. “See, the plan was to get you out of here as fast as possible and claim my pretty little pussy but I guess I miscalculated.”
“Miscalculated?” I breathed, eyes wide.
“Oh, yeah.” The mask nodded slowly and his free hand fisted his length, stroking it slowly.
“Terribly. But who could’ve known you’d be this …
responsive? And no one could’ve known this asshole over there would be bold enough to try to move in on my girl.
It’s been way too fucking long and I refuse to wait any longer to claim what’s mine. Now open wide.”
The hand that had gripped my throat slid up the side of my face, threading its fingers into my hair and gripping the strands tightly while tipping my head back.
My eyes darted sideways to the figure lying on the floor, mumbling unintelligible words behind his gag.
“Yeah, he’s gonna watch, baby.” His thumb stroked my temple. “You’re gonna make him pay for thinking he could have you. He’s gonna watch the mouth he’s obsessed over take my fat cock.”
None of this should sound appealing. I should be fighting him off, should try to bite his fucking dick off and scream at the top of my lungs — anything.
But the reckless part of me had seized control and right now, there was nothing I wanted more than to give him pleasure, to satisfy him after years of near celibacy. I wanted to blow his fucking mind.
The mushroom tip was leaking pre-cum, and my tongue darted out, wetting my lips. I’d never really been into giving head but maybe I’d never had the right motivation. My previous partners had asked nicely or even almost begged for me to suck them off.
Sasha didn’t ask; he commanded, and I was spellbound. I loved him asserting dominance, seizing control over me wholly, mind and body. It just felt right.
My lips parted eagerly, hungry for him like I’d never been for anyone before. The moment his cock slid in, all thoughts left my head. All I felt was bliss and a desperate need to please him when a strangled groan escaped him.
The bitter, salty tang of pre-cum didn’t hit like I expected it to, like it usually did. Sasha tasted different, borderline delicious, addictive. A bolt of pleasure zapped directly to my clit, leaving it throbbing and aching.
Fuck, was I getting off on giving him a blowjob?
“Look at me!” Sasha demanded, his voice harsh and a muscle in his jaw ticking.
My eyes were unfocused, but I still turned them upwards to meet his gaze. His irises were a hypnotizing mix of blue and gray through the holes in the mask.
He tightened his hold on my hair until my scalp burned slightly, but the pain only made it more pleasurable, and he began to slide my mouth along his shaft. I gagged every time he touched the back of my throat, saliva dripping out of the corners of my mouth and coating him.
With each stroke, he was able to push me down further onto his length. I struggled to breathe, but the lack of oxygen only served to exhilarate me more. My panties were a sticky mess, and I writhed on the couch, desperately seeking friction.
“Fuck, you’re needy, aren’t you? I bet your cunt is soaked for me.”
Sasha pulled out and held me still, and I whined in displeasure. His erection was shiny with my saliva, bobbing tantalizingly right in front of my face. Repositioning himself slightly, he placed one knee between my thighs, mere inches from my aching core.