Page 37 of Twilight Mask

She licks her lips. “If I tell you one, what happens next?”

“Next, I sit you back, raise your skirt, and fill you to the brim. I may kiss you, lick you, suck you, and otherwise use your body how I see fit, until you come. But first, the fantasy.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “I want to get fucked with my chisel.”

My eyebrows raise. That is not what I expected. “How would that work?”

“The handle is smooth. I thought about doing it to myself, but—” She shrugs slightly. “It’s not the same.”

I bend down and speak softly. “Do you want me to fuck you with your tools, you filthy girl?”

She nods slowly. “Yes. I do.”

“That sounds like another game we can play. Thank you for sharing.” I kneel beside her and help her into a seated position, then slowly lay her back, ass on her bound hands. Her skirt slowly falls up her thighs, revealing black panties. Excitement courses through me at the sight of her tied up and controlled, her legs spread and waiting for me.

“I am very, very exposed right now,” she whispers. “Are you sure this place is empty?”

“No,” I say, because I know that will bother her. But the truth is this building is normally locked down tight—I spent all day making it look like teenagers use it to party just to set her on edge. In reality, it’s entirely safe and under my control.

“That makes me nervous.”

“Good.” I set my mask aside. I take off my jacket and roll up my sleeves. I make each move as slow and methodical as I can, stringing her along.

“Jackal?” she asks, sounding nervous. “You didn’t just walk away and leave me here, did you?” Her voice echoes off the concrete.

“No, baby, I didn’t.” I lean forward to kiss her neck. My body is on top of hers and she squirms with excitement. I like the way her hips shimmy and the way her mouth opens with greedy bliss. “Do you think I could walk away from you right now?”

“I’m not sure what you’re capable of.”

“That’s what you like, isn’t it?” I kiss her neck, taking my time. She’s shivering underneath me. “You don’t know what this masked man could do to you. Does that scare you?”

“Yes,” she says, gasping as I kiss down her chest and linger on her breasts. I suck her nipples and bite down a little too hard. She sucks in a breath at the pain, but I reward her for not getting upset by licking and sucking nice and gently.

“But you keep coming back anyway.”

“It’s comforting.”

That grabs my interest. I kiss down to her hips, to the top of her skirt, and pause as my fingers stroke up and down her inner thigh. “Comforting how?”

“I’m not sure I can explain it.”

“Try.” I push her skirt up further until her panties are exposed. Lightly, so gently, I stroke up and down her slit. She’s soaking wet, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I don’t have to worry about who you are or what you’re thinking. I have… bad experiences with men. Well, one bad experience, and it colors everything else.”

I pause for a moment and study her. “Bad in what way?” My mind goes to very dark places, and I’m not sure I can handle the thought of someone hurting her. I don’t know when I got so possessive and protective, but Laura’s mine now, and I’d do anything to keep her safe.

“I’d rather not discuss my trauma right now.”

I kiss her inner thigh. “That’s fair.” I kiss her again, moving closer to her pussy. I’m not going to push if she doesn’t want to talk. And besides, it would probably ruin the fantasy for her. We’re in dangerous territory, and I have to shift us back on track. “What would you rather do then?”

“This is nice,” she says very quietly.

I kiss her until I’m on top of her wet pussy. I push aside the fabric and tease her slit up and down with my fingers. “You like when I touch you?”

“Yes,” she says, voice low and thick.

“I could do anything I wanted to you right now. You’re in my hands, little demon. Are you sure I’m safe?”

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