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But Jackal only reaches out and strokes my cheek.

“Play the game, little demon.”

I bite my cheek. I’m so turned on I could scream. I’m pooling between my legs, and I’m very aware of how exposed and vulnerable I am, but there’s something about the mixture of nervous fear and animalistic desire that heightens all my senses. A rational person would refuse the blindfold and tell this masked stranger to use that huge silicone dick on himself.

Instead, I raise the blindfold to my face, and tie it nice and tight, plunging my world into blackness.

Chapter 17

Marco

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Laura is gorgeous. Her body is athletic and toned, and she wore the sexiest little outfit imaginable. Her nipples are hard and pointing through her thin top, and her thighs look fucking fantastic falling out of that short little skirt.

But it’s her quiet, vulnerable determination that gets me so fucking hard.

She’s afraid. And she should be afraid. This is objectively a fucked-up situation she put herself in, and she doesn’t know if I’m going to do something awful to her. That’s sort of the whole point of this creepy-ass warehouse, a former Santoro property, now currently unused.

Blindfolding herself is crazy.

And she does it anyway. Fuck, she does it anyway, knowing that I’m going to fill her tight little pussy with that huge toy.

Once it’s on tight, she tilts her chin up. “Done. I can’t see.”

“Good girl.” I take the rope and the dildo from the box. I move around her as she continues to kneel, and I get down behind her, my hands gently pressing against her hips. I push my mask back and breathe in the smell of her hair before I move my palms up her body. “If you peek, you’ll ruin the game. You don’t want to do that, do you?”

“No,” she whispers, trembling at my touch.

I lean down and kiss her neck. “Good. You’re such a good girl, Laura. So fucking beautiful and afraid. I like it when you’re afraid.”

“That seems pretty messed up.”

“Or maybe it’s exactly what you like, too. You want to push your limits, don’t you? That’s why you let me into your life. I’m a man in a mask, and in some way, that makes me safe. I’m everyone and nobody. But you, little demon, you are all mine.”

She lets out a soft whimper as I pinch her right nipple and kiss her ear. “Sounds like you have me all figured out.”

“Not even close. That’s what makes this so fun.” I pull off her top, being careful with the blindfold, and toss it aside. I kiss her shoulder and massage her breasts, teasing her nipples. “I love that you didn’t wear a bra. You filthy girl. You knew what you were coming here for, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans. I’m so fucking hard right now. My blood pounds in my ears as desire rushes through my body. But I have to take this slow. This isn’t about me—it’s about her.

“You’ve been teasing me and touching yourself for the past week, and now I get to touch you instead.” I gently pull her hands behind her back. “Does it scare you, baby?”

“Yes,” she says honestly. “But I like it.”

“Good.” I tie her wrists together. I make sure the knot is firm, but I have her flex her hands so it’s not too tight. “Look at you.” I get to my feet and walk around her. She follows the sound of my footsteps. “Kneeling in front of me, nipples hard, hands behind your back, blindfolded. I can fuck your pretty mouth right here and now if I wanted, and you’d gag and moan for me, wouldn’t you?”

Her breathing quickens. “If that’s what you want.”

“Oh, baby, I want to slide my cock between your pretty lips so badly it kills me. But that’s not what we’re doing tonight.” I tilt my head, studying her. “I want you to tell me something before we begin.”

She lets out a frustrated groan. “Tell you what? I’m all tied up here.”

“I want you to tell me a fantasy. Something you’d never admit to anyone else. Something that scares you.”

“Who says I have any fantasies like that?”

“My little demon, I have no doubt that your head is filled with fucked-up dreams.”

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