Page 5 of Unveiled

His grip tightens, taking away my air as my eyes open with panic. “Is that what you think?”

With his free hand, he finds the button on my jeans and pops it open. As he rips open my zipper, I tap on his arm, signaling that he needs to let go. He releases his grip enough for me to pull in a lungful of air, my whole body screaming at the lack of oxygen it just endured.

“Stop,” I beg him, not actually expecting him to listen. I just need to get the word out so he knows I don’t want this. When I thought of him watching me with Owen, I thought it would be through the camera, not while he was sitting somewhere in the darkness of my bedroom. If I had known he was still here, I wouldn’t have put Owen through that.

“That’s not really what you want, is it?” the monster asks with a humorless chuckle. “Your goal for tonight was to come. I’m only giving you what you want.”

Except, with him, it’s never that simple. Nothing with him is ever that simple. He pushes at my jeans, trying to get them off of me, and growls when he finds it’s not an effortless task. Finally, he releases my throat, allowing me to breathe freely.

With his body weight, he keeps me pushed up against the wall, but now both hands are available to free me from my jeans. When he pulls at one of my feet, I lift it without fighting. There’s no point fighting him when he’s like this. He pulls my leg completely free of the denim, moving to the next foot to do the same.

When he’s done, I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my bra and underwear. “What a sight,” he whispers as his eyes look me up and down, enjoying the view he hasn’t seen in three months.

After taking in all of me, he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Being in front of him like this doesn’t make me feel vulnerable, it makes me feel powerful. If I wanted to, I could take control of this whole situation, and he would be putty in my hands. But, I’m too curious about what his plan is.

“Are you ready for your punishment, little one?” he growls at me, pulling the knife back out of his pocket as his hand clamps around my mouth, taking away my ability to answer.

I try anyway, yelling against his hand to get him to stop. He doesn’t listen. The monster promised me he would never hurt me, didn’t he?

He slips the knife under the strap of my thong, pulling until it cuts right through. He does the same to the other hip, leaving my favorite thong in pieces as he pulls it off of me and throws it to the ground.

“Remember that time I offered to fuck you with my gun?” he asks, sounding more casual than he should while saying something so twisted. My eyes widen as he lifts the knife, the meaning behind his question suddenly becoming crystal clear.

I thrash against him, trying to get out of his hold, but it’s no use. He’s much stronger than I am, and I’ve angered him. All I can do is hope he’ll change his mind. Unintelligible words try to make it through his hand, but it’s pointless. Even if he could understand me, he wouldn’t listen.

He lowers the knife between us as he kicks my legs apart, giving himself enough access. When the cold metal of the handle slides along my pussy, I buck into him, not ready for that sensation.

He pulls it back up between us and pulls his mask away from his face enough to fit the knife under it. He moans, and I don’t know if he’s licking it or smelling it.

“I’ve been craving that taste for too long, little one,” he tells me, answering that question. I whimper against him as a volt of electricity shoots straight to my center when the image of him licking my arousal off a knife plays through my mind.

He pulls the knife back out, letting the mask fall back into place as it once again dips between us. This time, I’m prepared for the cold, but it’s still a shock. He circles the handle of the knife around my clit, pulling more moans out of me as I become more aroused.

“Relax for me, and take this knife up your pussy like the dirty little slut you wanted to prove you are,” he commands me. With no more warning, he pushes the knife inside of me. “Such a good fucking girl.”

My eyes fall closed as the praise bounces around my head. I almost forgot how much I loved when he would praise me. As he pulls the knife out and thrusts it back in, his thumb finds my clit, rubbing gentle circles around it. Before too long, my hips are meeting the knife thrust for thrust, and the monster takes his hand from my mouth.

“Kiss me,” I beg him, not caring about the consequences of this moment anymore. I can worry about it in the morning.

“If this was a reward, we’d be in your bed with my cock buried so far inside of you, you wouldn’t be able to breathe. You don’t get the sweet side of me tonight, and that includes kisses.”

His thrusts become quicker as my legs begin to quiver, struggling to hold me up as my orgasm builds.

“Please,” I beg again, hoping to get him to give in. I’ve missed him, even if I’ve refused to admit it to myself.

“Are you going to let another man touch you?” There’s anger still in his voice, even with the way he’s punishing me, but I can also hear the arousal. I use it to my advantage as I reach in front of me, my hand finding the hardness through his jeans like a magnet. He groans when I make contact, but doesn’t falter with his thrusts or the circling of my clit.

“Answer me, Ainsley,” he demands as my hand strokes him, wishing there wasn’t fabric between us. “Is any man besides me allowed to touch you?”

“Not in my apartment, where you like to hide or watch me through the cameras,” I answer, knowing it’ll make him angry.

He thrusts the knife into me with every word as he says, “No. Man. Is. Going. To. Touch. You.”

Then, with that, he stops his movements and pulls the knife out. He leaves me throbbing, willing to do anything if he’ll only let me jump over that edge.

“Understand?” he asks.

“Yes!” I cry, willing to say anything if he’ll just finish what he started.

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