Page 22 of The Masks She Wore

?She could sense me. Fuck, I loved that.

?I headed for the front door, slipping out before she came out. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to have a single thought without thinking about me, about what my cock felt like inside of her, but for now?“Enjoy your sleep while you can, Princess, soon you won’t be allowed to sleep.”

7

Rae

October 28th, 2019

Ipanted, working the toy in and out of me as my back arched and my hips rocked.

?My fingers dug into the sheets, my toes curling as the tentacle vibrated and thrusted deep inside of me. “Fuck,” I moaned, the sound of the porn I had put on playing in the background.

?I matched the sound of his thrusting with my toy, feeling my own arousal drip over my fingers as I shoved back against the headboard, my skin covered in goosebumps. “Fuck,” I moaned, releasing the sheets to grab my hardened nipple. I squeezed and twisted, the pain shooting straight between my thighs.

?I cried out, moving my hips faster, feeling my entire body start to tense—

?My phone started ringing.

?It was like a switch. Just that instant. My body collapsed into the bed, my eyes opened as the sound of the video cut off, my irritation interrupting my train of thought.

?God-fucking-dammit.

?Goddammit!

?With a frustrated groan, I pulled the toy out and switched it off, glancing over to my phone to find Max’s name flashing across my screen.

?I cursed angrily, grabbed it, and threw it across the room.

?My skin was covered in sweat, my legs shaking in need, but the mood was gone now. God, I hated my own mind. I felt like it took too much time and effort for me to get there, to get in the right state. I was so stupid not putting my phone on silent before starting this.

?I hated him so fucking much, I wanted to scream.

?I set my toy to one side and pushed myself to a sit, fixing my clothes and running a hand through my hair. It was fine, it had taken up too much time anyway.

?The ringing finally stopped, and I closed my eyes, releasing a breath of relief. I rubbed my hands over my face. God, I needed a good fuck. Isn’t that what the doctors said? If you find yourselfirritated and angry all the time seemingly out of nowhere, maybe check how long it’s been since you’ve been railed.

?I bet some of them even wrote that on a prescription pad.

?What would I say in response to that question though? How long has it been since I’ve actually had sex?

?God, I didn’t even want to think about it. It was hard to have sex when I never left the house.

?Playing with myself had been fine, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

?I just wanted to befucked.

?Did that make me some sort of sex-crazed person? A sex-addict? No, if I was a sex-addict, I would have taken advantage of Captain Bard, but fuck that. I would never go near his genitals in a million years.

?But I did crave sex.

?Blame it on my mommy and daddy issues. Blame it on my raising, my spotty memory. Blame it on whatever you liked, but I needed to feel wanted. I craved it. I wanted to be fucked so hard I slipped into a coma afterwards.

?My thighs clenched together as my eyes fell shut, thinking about it. Thinking about someone pinning me down and shoving their cock into me just because they needed me so badly, they couldn’t help themselves.

?That’s really what I wanted.

?I wanted someone to crave me so desperately, theyfollowed me home, kicked down the door, and forced me to take it like the good girl I was.

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