Page 103 of The Masks She Wore

?My eyes furrowed as he straightened. “Wait,” I called, fighting the restraints again as he headed for the door. “Wait, what do you mean by that? ‘This game’. What other games are there?”

?He shut the door.

?I fought against the restraints, crying out when they pulled and pinched, rubbing on my already sore and raw places. “Fuck!” I snarled, sagging into the bed. “I hope you get blue balls!” I shouted through the door. “I hope they’re so bad, you cry!”

?When no response came, I sank into the bed.

?Now what?

?I huffed, looking around the room as best I could, but the restraints around my neck gave little motion. After a few seconds, an idea sprouted into my head, a smile spreading across my face.

?I knew exactly what I could do to piss him off.

?I licked my lips and arched my back, releasing the best moan I could muster in my current state. “Fuck, yes,” I whimpered, imagining Jack fucking me. “Oh, God,” I whimpered, feeling his hands explore my body, his cock fill me. “Don’t stop, baby, that’s right.God!”

?Thirty seconds of moaning later and the door swung open, slamming against my wall. It took everything I had not to smile, to hold a glare as I fell into the mattress. He appeared above me a moment later.

?“You want to moan, Princess? Moan into this.”

?My eyes widened and I fought wildly, but I couldn’t stop him from shoving a cloth into my mouth, drool instantly coating my tongue. He picked up a roll of duct tape from the nightstand and ripped a piece off with his teeth.

?I tried to scream ‘no’ but it only came out in muffled grumbles.

?He pressed it into my skin, sealing the cloth in my mouth. “I’m not done yet,” he threatened, and set the tape down.

?I watched with tear filled eyes as he walked around the end of the bed and crawled on. “You want to cum so badly, Princess?” He shoved his knees against the backs of my thighs so hard, it rocked me back, forcing my back to arch as my shoulders shifted painfully.

?I cried out, tears spilling down my cheeks. Without warning, he slid three fingers inside of me.

?I groaned, pushing back against them as he worked them in and out, his thumb circling my clit. I didn’t even have the willpower to keep it from affecting me. I needed it. I needed him to do this.

?“That’s right, Princess, own it. Own the fucking orgasm, let it crash through you like the good girl you are.”

?I panted, feeling it build in the pit of my stomach, sparks erupted across my skin as my entire body tensed—

?He pulled his fingers out and my body sagged into the bed, my chest heaving, my breathing labored. What the fuck?

?He watched me carefully, doing nothing else but staring.

?I glared, pulling and jerking. Fucking piece of goddamnshit!

?He slammed a hand down on my hips and shoved his fingers back in, doing the same thing. Working me up to the very edge before pulling out again.

?I cried, screaming curses at him through the gag, only for him to do it again.

?And again.

?And again.

?Until I was too exhausted to say anything. Until I was a mess of trembling nerves, sweating into my blankets, exhausted and spent. I couldn’t keep doing this.

?“You think you’re done, Princess?” he asked, crawling over me untilhe was able to straddle my waist, his cock sitting between my breasts. He grabbed my jaw, forcing my eyes to meet his. “You woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I don’t accept that.” He angled his head. “Who is your father?”

?My brows furrowed, my mind spinning from the sudden change of topic. Had I heard him correctly. “My father?” I tried to ask, but it came out in a garbled mess.

?“You mention him every time you wake up from a nightmare. You mentioned him when I found you at that party. Who is he?”

?I had no idea what he was talking about. None. I didn’t have a dad. I never even had a father figure in my life, why would I know anything about him?

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