Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
Lucky for her, I don’t go anywhere without my signature mask.
At the van, I unzip my backpack, remove the mask, and toss on my hoodie, pulling the hood up over my head.
This couldn’t have possibly worked out any better, I think, strolling back to where I left the girl I’m fucking obsessed with waiting for my return.
She doesn’t realize how much I’m into this fantasy of hers.
I have to force myself to walk slowly, when I secretly want to start running at her from the start.
I can see her from the edge of the parking lot—so trusting and patiently waiting for whatever I have in store.
I move towards her, slinking like a predator stalking its prey—every step intent on her capture. Once I’m close enough for her to hear me, I drop my voice low and husky to give her the full experience. “Oh, Vivienne,” I sing her name, “are you ready to play?”
She stands, holding the chains on the swing for balance, swaying nervously. I watch as her body twitches in reaction to her fight-or-flight response.
“What’s the safeword?” she asks.
“You didn’t negotiate one in your request,” I state matter-of-factly, my voice raspy.
“I’m requesting one now,” she gulps, taking in my towering form, mask and all.
“Sorry. It’s too late for that.” I tilt my head to one side. “Run, Vivienne. When I catch you, I’m going to make you mine.”
If she actually wants me to stop at some point, I will. But for now, I stay in character. This is what she asked for. She wants to be my naughty little victim. I’ll give her the full experience. I don’t think she realized how serious I am.
I barrel towards her at full speed. Or maybe she didn’t expect me to make a beeline for the swings so quickly. She springs into motion, playing along perfectly.
“Oh no, Mr. Masked Man, please don’t chase me!” she squeals, sprinting for the spider-shaped climbing dome.
She feigns a slow-motion climb while looking frantically over her shoulder, fighting off a giant smile.
I follow her exact path, climbing up and over, then following her on foot.
Vivienne dramatically crosses swinging balance poles and jumps onto the platform on the other side with a whisper-scream.
I continue my pursuit, walking like a masked man in a slasher movie—slow and confident.
I’m so fucking turned on. This is so much fun.
I can see exactly why she works in the comic book industry.
She climbs the steps, pretending to trip.
On her hands and knees, she crawls across the bridge.
On the other side, she crawls into a tunnel that turns into a slide where she can escape.
Breaking course, I leap off the bridge like a ninja, sprinting to the bottom of the slide, where I easily block her escape.
“Well, well, well,” I snarl. “Look what we have here.” I capture each wrist as I drop to a squat in front of her, then pin her arms above her head. I take my girl in. Chest heaving, eyes wide, doing her best to play her part as the helpless victim. It turns me on even more.
“Oh no, you caught me. What are you going to do?” she gasps, batting her eyelashes.
I look her over from head to toe, devouring every inch of her body without a single word.
When I’ve had enough, I finally exhale the breath I was holding.
It comes out raspy. “I’m going to play with my little muse.
She’s going to be a good girl and suck this big dick,” I say through gritted teeth, dropping her wrists and standing to run my hand over my length.
She drops her eyes to the large bulge I’m cupping, eyes alive with mischief.
“Unbutton my pants,” I demand, staring her down until she reaches for me.
Her fingers work to unbutton my jeans, rolling my zipper down slowly as she dips a finger between it and my throbbing cock.
The back of her finger drags over my length, causing my dick to flex in response.
She drops her hands away, waiting for my next command. Instead, I reach for her face, cupping her chin with one hand while I grip my dick with the other. “Let me see how you part your lips for me.”
She pops her lips open slowly, looking up at me through her lashes.
Fucking perfect. She’s exactly what I need.
Vivienne reaches for me, her grip is firm as she guides me to her pretty little mouth.
At first, she licks and teases me, then her mouth wraps around me and starts to suck.
Deeper and deeper she goes as I move along to her rhythm, sliding myself against her tongue with every thrust.
Fuck, she’s good at this. She edges me along until I’m rock-hard and dripping precum down her throat as she takes it all like the good girl she is.
I’m so fucking turned on as I pump between her swollen lips, watching as saliva and cum glisten on my dick each time it pops back out.
My grunts and moans are so low only she can hear over the smacking sound of her sucking me off.
When I can’t handle it anymore, I growl, “I can’t fuck you here. How far is your place?”
She sits back, releasing my cock from the warmth of her mouth, then looks up into my eyes through the mask and whispers, “Less than five minutes.”
I right myself, fix my pants, and help her up.
In a hurry, I pull her against me, savoring the way her body folds into mine like we’re built for each other.
She tries to take a step back, but I surprise her by tossing her over my shoulder and hauling her back to the car.
I load Vivienne into the front seat, buckle her, and cross to the driver’s side.
“Directions,” I demand with a pant.
She giggles. “What’s wrong? Cas Wilder has morals that prevent him from fucking at the park or in a minivan?”
I glare.
“Turn left out of the parking lot, then take the first right.”
“Take your panties off,” I say, ignoring her. I watch as she slides her shorts down, pausing to taunt me, “I have morals preventing me from doing that publicly.”
Rolling my eyes with a sigh I stop the car in the middle of the street. “We aren’t moving until the panties come off. I want you screaming my name and we can’t do that here.”
She laughs then slide her panties slowly down her legs. Stepping out of them she swiftly replaces the shorts.
I floor it, barreling down the road on our way back to her place, leaving her speechless and holding her panties.
After a few more turns through the neighborhood, the houses begin to look familiar. In no time at all we’re driving down Vivienne’s street.
“Pull into my driveway,” she says, fighting off a yawn.
“Oh, none of that. You can’t be tired—we’re just getting started.”
She laughs. “I guess that chase took a lot out of me. It doesn’t help that I didn’t sleep great last night.”
Guilt hits me like a wrecking ball, and I instantly feel bad for my part in the scenario. But then again, I wouldn’t know someone was in her bushes, so I don’t actually feel all that bad about it.
“You’ll sleep really good once I’m through with you,” I promise, climbing out and moving around the car to open her door.
The moment it swings open, my hands slide up her legs, and my thumbs land against her pussy.
It’s hot, and the throb of her pulse pushes back against me.
Burying my face against her, I kiss and nibble her neck until she’s arching her back and whimpering in my arms. When I pull away, she wobbles to her feet, allowing me to lead her to the front door, where she fumbles with the keypad.
I need to make sure I capture that on camera so I can let myself in and surprise her next time.
As I examine the porch, I notice the branches of the bushes swaying ever so slightly, but I don’t feel a breeze.
I squint into the darkness, watching for something else.
It could be the person from last night back again—which would be concerning. It could also be the paparazzi, or—
A bunny bounces out of the bushes in a flash and across the yard. Or nothing at all, apparently.
Convinced it’s nothing more than the bunny, I round on her. As the door swings open, I pull my mask over my face again and press her against the frame, wrapping my hand around her neck. She gasps. I move in for a kiss, my entire body caging her in place.
My lips part and are inches from hers when she shoves her panties in my mouth.
I totally forgot I made her take them off.
I growl my satisfaction just as a flash goes off from the bushes.
Shielding her protectively from a paparazzi moment, I look just in time to spot another flash.
Seconds later, a figure bursts from the bushes, running away on foot.
“Come on,” Vivienne says, yanking me inside.
“But—“ I protest, spitting out the panties.
“But it was just one paparazzi. Let them have their photo,” she soothes. “And put those back in. I didn’t say you could take them out.”
I shove her panties back in my mouth eagerly and wait for her to lock the door.
When she turns around, I’m waiting for her.
She slams into my hard, muscular chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
One of her hands finds the outline of my cock and begins tracing it.
I slide my hand beneath her shirt, unclasping her bra with one hand. In a flash, she’s topless.
We move as one. I’m fast, and she’s light as a feather as I press her into the wall.
Vivienne wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against me.
She plucks the panties from my mouth as she tilts her head back with a moan.
My hands cup her breasts while my fingers tease her peaked nipples. My moan chases hers.
Our lips find each other in the tangle of body parts, and once they connect, the chaos settles— but only for a few moments. I’m overcome with need as I carry her up the stairs toward her bedroom. I hope she doesn’t notice the ease with which I navigate.
When we reach the top step, I set her down, peeling her shorts from her body so she’s naked and on full display in front of me. My eyes hold hers. “I can’t wait to trace these sexy little tan lines and taste that sweet cunt of yours on my tongue.”
Her legs squeeze together, but I rip them open, revealing her bare pussy.
My mouth waters at the sight of her. Gently, I run my finger over her slick skin, teasing her clit and dipping a knuckle inside to stretch her out.
She whimpers, as my tongue finds her nipple, sucking it and flicking over it as I slip one finger inside of her.
She clenches around it desperately while I lick over the tan lines that drift across the swell of her breasts.
Vivienne groans, bucking against me, seeking out more.
I press her down so she’s laying on the landing at the top of the stairs and place her feet on the edge of the steps.
Dropping to the stair below her, I move in slowly, dragging my tongue over her bikini line—lower and lower—until she’s panting hard in anticipation.
My tongue flicks over her clit, lightly at first, then more aggressively, until I’m sucking her between my teeth to run my tongue right over the bundle of nerves.
It sends her over the edge. The orgasm hits hard and fast. As it does, I spear her with my tongue, sucking and swirling until she squirts into my mouth, drenching my face in her cum.
I moan into her, devouring it even more intensely, as she winds back up, then comes again.
I pull away, and my pants are soaked from both of us.
Vivienne is a spent mess as she catches her breath.
“Crawl to your room, little muse,” I instruct. “I want to watch that perfect pink pussy.” I need to be inside her.
She hesitates, then rolls, crawling slow and sexy to her bedroom. I stand, following her the rest of the way. She stops at her open door, looking over her shoulder and waiting for me to follow her.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Now I want you to stand up slowly. Whatever you do, don’t run.” My voice is low and dangerous. “I’d hate to have to chase you into the bedroom and lock the door.”
She catches my hint, jumping from the doorway and swiftly moving inside. She pretends to try and close the door on me, which earns an out-of-character chuckle.
“Did you really think you could escape me, Vivienne?” I snarl, closing the door and locking it.
I pin her with my eyes, backing my little victim into the bed. When her legs are flush against it, I shove her down onto it…at last.