Page 84 of Left in the Dark

So, who is this guy?

My mind whirls with a plan.There’s a way to find out.

“What do you plan to do to me?”

He pulls out a piece of rope. “I’m going to blindfold you and tie your hands together.”

“Why?”

“I need to taste you.” He doesn’t add that he doesn’t want me trying to pull his mask off. He doesn’t have to.

I debate for another minute before holding my hands out, breathless anticipation filling me as he reaches for my wrists. Anticipation coils through me as I strike, grabbing the bottom of the mask.

But he’s too savvy and quick. His unnatural chuckle fills the small bathroom as he spins me around, pulling my arms behind my back. My cheek is pressed against the cool tile as I curse.

“You’re smart, gorgeous. But you won’t outsmart me.” I wince as the bite of the rope rubs my skin.

When he’s done, he places the blindfold over my eyes, enclosing me in the darkness. My breathing hitches before it picks up.

“Relax, gorgeous. I won’t hurt you… not in any way you wouldn’t want me to.”

For a moment, my breath stutters. My mind catapults back to Zayne. But there’s no way it could be him. He hates me, and last I heard, he’s still on the West Coast.Not that I care where he is….

I gasp as he spins me around. He takes off my shoes, and I feel his hands on the waistband of my running tights, sliding them down my hips.

“Fuck.” His hot breaths flow over the lacy material of my high-cut thong. He pushes me so my back presses against the cold wall. The uncomfortable flash of coldness disappears the second he licks my panty-clad pussy.

My hands press against the cold wall behind me as he strips my panties off. He taps my ankle, and I lift my foot.

I hear a noise that sounds like he’s removed the mask and tossed it onto the floor. My heart pounds like a drum, wondering what he looks like.

Oh, God. What if it’s some crazy maniac?—

The thought is cut off by his tongue sliding through my folds. I moan, my head rolling against the wall.

He throws my leg over a strong, muscular shoulder, baring me wide to him. I doubt that he’s an axe murderer or some crazy psycho as his tongue swirls around deep inside me before moving to my clit and sucking hard. A man this skilled has had practice. Probably a lot of it.

I close my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the way he’s feasting on me. My fingers curl, digging into the concrete bathroom walls behind me. His tongue worships my pussy, leaving no part of me untouched or unsatisfied.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. The last person who licked me like this was Zayne, and even he doesn’t rival this guy’s skill with his tongue. The way he’s ravenously devouring me like he can’t get enough is a heady sensation, making my head spin.

He lifts my other leg over his shoulder, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, supporting my weight. The fear that he’ll drop me is overruled by the extreme pleasure his mouth provides. I’m moaning, whimpering, mewling, and begging as he teases me mercilessly. “Jesus. I’m gonna?—”

I don’t get a chance to say anything else. The orgasm barrels over me, drowning me beneath the sensations coursing throughmy body. My legs shake, my core twitches and jerks, and the screams that come from my lips could wake the dead.

I hear his chuckle as I slowly descend the cloud of bliss.

“That’s one.” His voice is a low rasp, carrying an air of familiarity to it.

But then I process what he says, and all thoughts of figuring out his identity flee my head. “O-One?”

He laughs again. “You think I’m done eating?” His voice sounds mechanical like he’s using something to distort it again. “Hell, no. This pussy tastes so good.” His tongue takes a long, slow lick from clit to slit, like someone savoring an ice cream cone. “I’ll never get enough,” he murmurs against me.

I shiver from the seriousness of his tone. But then his tongue continues its torment, and I jolt, my core sensitive after that earth-shattering orgasm.

He pulls away slightly, his low voice distorted when he says, “Don’t be afraid, baby. You’ve got it in you.”

Then he dives in, dragging me into the throes of bliss again.

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