Summer❤
I feel exposed, and I’m mentally kicking myself for how my body has chosen to react. Wetting my lips slightly, my words are stuck in my throat. I want to scream down the entire place, but my morbid curiosity towards him stops me.
Fucking fantastic.
With my back pressed into the cold tiles and his large frame pressed into my chest, I feel trapped, but I don’t feel threatened. Part of me wonders if I should. This is the third time we have come face to face, yet he’s never even laid a finger on me, and is it wrong that I want him to?
I watch as he raises his arms on either side of my head, caging me, leaning closer, his gloved palms flat on the tiles. I bite my lip slightly as I look at the matte mask covering his face. Unable to speak, he repeats himself. This time, his voice is dominating and rich, and a chill rushes up my spine when the goosebumps pepper my body.
“You haven’t been telling the truth, have you, Summer?”
My brows knit for a moment, my mouth falls open, but the words are still fucking stuck as I process what I could have possibly been lying to him about.
“I…I…haven’t said anything.”
“You haven’t, and that’s the point.” The confused look stays etched on my face. “When the police asked you about your bruises, you didn’t tell them it was Harry. Why is that?”
My bottom lip quivers, and I suddenly feel more exposed than before. As my head lowers, he leans in closer, so close I can feel the heat radiating from him.
“How did you know?” I whisper.
“Because one thing you should know about me is I always find out the truth. One way or another.”
“I don’t want the police to speak to Harry. I don’t want him near me ever again or to know where I am.”
He scoffs a little, “Bit late for that, isn’t it? He sent come cunt to kill you.” The sarcasm is rife.
I nod in response. Unable to look at him, but his sinister presence brings an odd comfort and feeling of safety to me.
“Who are you?” I finally speak, swallowing hard as he pushes off the tiles.
Looking away for a moment, the mask eventually turns back to me as his head cocks to one side. His gloved hand reaches out, gently running a leather-clad finger along my jaw.
“You can call me…..Two/Face.”
As his finger runs along my skin, I can’t help but allow my eyes to flutter closed. His words are like velvet, but once my eyes open, my brow furrows at his response.
“Two/Face?” I repeat back, but he just nods. “Why?”
He shrugs, “Because that’s what I am, Summer.”
My eyes search his mask. I swallow hard. The tension in the bathroom is thick as the steam clears. Taking a step forward, I reach for the towel placed on the towel rail, but before my hand can reach his hand snaps around my wrist, tugging me closer.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he growls, with our faces inches apart. I freeze as he shakes his head. “You’ve lied, Summer. Liars don’t get rewards.”
With his hand still clamped over my wrist, he pulls me forward and out of the shower. Losing my balance slightly, I skid along the wet floor. Leading me from the bathroom and into the living room, he stands behind me, placing his hands on my hips and moving me towards the full-length window.
“What are you doing? People might see me!”
“That’s the idea, Summer. People below can see you naked in the window while I make you come.”
My head snaps to his and my mouth falls open.
“Place your palms on the glass….NOW!” The demand causes me to jump, but without questioning him, I slowly raise my palms flat against the glass.
I feel a single warm finger run a trail down my spine, causing me to shudder as a warmth spreads across my skin. Lifting my head slightly, I stare at our reflection in the window, our eyes meet in the dark glass as his finger moves to my ass, reaching beneath my cheeks. I part my legs instinctively, unable to pull my gaze away, the anticipation builds. As his fingers graze across my wet pussy, my eyes flutter closed at the sensation as my heart rate begins to rapidly increase once again.
“Eyes on me, Summer.” His voice is dark, soft drawl that tempts me.
My eyes snap open, feeling his hot gaze on my entire body as his fingers move back and forth, spreading my wetness to my clit.
He pushes my hard nipples into the cold glass, causing me to gasp.
“You’re so tight and wet already, Summer, makes me think you like the danger.”
Those velvet words drip from his mouth as he continues to slowly spread the pleasure with each stroke. As moments pass, getting lost in the euphoria, I feel my fingers trying to clutch into the glass. My body begins taking over my mind, letting out an involuntary moan. I feel him lean in closer before plunging two fingers into my pussy. I cry out as he still works my clit, the sensation beginning to build deep within the pit of my stomach as I rise to my tiptoes.
“Are you going to come for me, Summer? Are you going to be a good girl?”
I frantically nod my head as the glass steams up. My teeth biting down onto my lower lip, I try pulling my eyes away from the mask but can’t. It’s like he can see into my fucking soul as he works his fingers. I feel my legs begin to shake.
“Oh fuck….”
I manage to mutter, finally allowing my head to drop onto the cool glass. I feel my orgasm building, beginning to move my hips and working my pussy over his fingers just where I need it. In an instant, he pulls his hand away, slowly lifting my head from the glass. Our eyes meet once again in the reflection, but he just stares at me. I watch him move in closer, leaning towards my ear. His voice is low.
“You’re not coming.”
Blinking a couple of times, I go to turn my head but feel a sharp tug as he grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in place, pressing me further into the glass. I gasp, feeling his warm breath skate across my neck.
“See…I lied to you, Summer. Not nice, is it?”
After a moment, he releases me. I stand frozen, firmly placed against the glass, watching him turn away from me. As the door opens, I feel a coldness descend over the apartment. As my shoulders sag, I turn to the front door stealing one last glimpse of his large frame cloaked in black, leaving me alone once again. I stand facing the door open-mouthed at what’s just happened.
I need to know who he is. This is fucked.
Stepping away from the window, I can’t help but turn back, looking at the only proof he was really here. As the condensation disappears, I can only see my fading handprints in the glass as the city continues below, as though nothing ever happened.