Page 18 of Underneath the Mask

“I want to hear you beg for me, Amanda.”

“Please,” she whimpers.

She’s got me so close to a release as I pound into her, unrelenting. I drag my blade down her back, applying just enough pressure to break the surface of her skin. She hisses as the blood dibbles to the surface.

“Sunflower,” she gasps. “I get it. The metaphors, the subtle hints, the nickname. We need a safe word.”

Ignoring her, I reach down to stroke her swollen clit. “There are no safe words, Sunflower.”

I drag my hand down her back, smearing the blood, then rub it across her pussy. Her clit is so fucking hard. It sends her over the edge. At last she’s thrusting against me, fucking me back while she chases her release.

I rasp in her ear. “That’s my girl. That’s my good little slut. She just needed to be filled, didn’t she? Be a good girl and cum on me, Amanda? I want to feel you squeezing around my big dick. It’s so fucking hard for you. All from watching you play with yourself. All for you, my little masterpiece.”

She throws her head back moaning and I pull her hair tighter.

“Fuck me harder, little slut. That’s it, there’s the orgasm you’ve been so naughty for,” I groan. She slips rhythmically on and off of my cock, bringing me closer to my release. I explode into her and shudder as my cum fills her so full it’s leaking back out.

She trembles as she orgasms coming with me. She did everything I told her to, hoping I would allow her to live. It’s time for the big reveal and I think she might be disappointed. It’s too late now not to go through with it. I’ve spent the last thirty-one days making sure this moment is perfect. I pull my dick from her, leaving her laying face down. She rolls over onto her backand takes advantage of my moment of weakness. As I bend down to pick up my sweatpants, she reaches for my mask.

Her fingers hook beneath it, sliding it in slow motion over my chin, then my lips. She lifts it past my nose and then rips it from my face completely. To her surprise, I don’t pull away, or try to prevent her from figuring out my identity. The mask falls from my face in one fluid motion.

Amanda gasps in surprise as she stares back at me. A devious smile spreads from ear to ear across my face.

“What the fuck?” She says angrily, her body shaking with rage. “It’s you!”

She looks at me confused, then fires off questions in a rapid succession. “Is this why you’ve been working late? Is this why you didn’t answer when I texted you?”

“Guity,” I reply with a grin.

She points to the healed piercing just below the head of my dick. “Is this why we haven’t had sex in weeks?”

“Happy Halloween, Amanda,” I rasp, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “I wanted to surprise you by playing out one of your dirty book scenes. I picked up one of your copies a few weeks ago for research and decided I could recreate it.”

Blown away by my thoughtfulness, she smiles. “I’m speechless. I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“I felt bad for chickening out, but that’s not the only reason.” I confess.

“Were you following me around too?” She asks.

“Guilty,” I answer, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. “Didn’t you know it was me?” I ask, raising a brow.

“That’s so fucking hot,” she moans, reaching for me to wrap her arms around my neck.

I lean into her embrace, climbing on top of her, pressing us back into our pillows, and kiss her lightly.

When I pull away. A serious look adorns her face, like she’s offended I left her.

“There’s one more thing,” I whisper. “I wanted this to be perfect for you.”

Sliding off of her and over to my side of the bed. I reach into my bedside table and retrieve a small black box. Sitting on one knee, I hand the box to Amanda. She has fresh tears running down her face.

“Amanda, will you please quit your job and marry me?” I ask.

“You did all this just to propose to me? You pierced your dick? You read my books? You stalked me?” She shakes her head in disbelief.

“All for you my, love—“

“Masterpiece.” She corrects me.

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