Page 77 of The Masks She Wore

?I started at her left ankle, tying it tightly, pulling it back to her hip before wrapping a loop around her waist and pulling her other ankle back, wrapping that tightly to her hip to match the other.

?Her feet were now pinned to her hips, spread to open her up to what I was going to do to her, and fuck, she was glistening.

?She tried to push her legs together, but it only pained her, and when she tried to use her hips to push her back, easing the pull on her wrists, I grabbed her ankles and jerked her forward, pulling her body taut.

?Rae cried out, hips bucking as much as they were able.

?I returned to the bag I had brought up with us tonight. “You brought this on yourself.” I pulled out a square box and opened it up, taking in the new jewelry she would wear until the day she died.

?I smiled and turned to her.

?Her eyes were wide. “What is that?” she asked, continuing to test the restraints.

?“Every pet needs a collar,” I replied, taking the thin silver collar out. It was laced in dark blue diamonds and had a little ‘J’ charm hanging from the center. It only unlocked with my key, which I had been wearing around my neck since I got the collar specially made four days ago. Another part of the law we made. The cut wasn’t enough, not when they decided to wear clothes that covered their chest, but the collar? That was permanent. That was for the world to see.

?Azrael’s idea, but Hell, who was I to disagree. It was a good idea, not that I would ever admit that to him.

?I tossed the box to the floor and slid it around her neck, snapping it into place.

?She tried to look down and failed miserably. “How does it look?” she asked, lifting her chin to show it off.

?I ran my finger over my initial, that primal part of me purring in satisfaction. “Beautiful, Princess.”

?She finally relaxed into the bed, as if all she had needed was a little bit of praise.

?I’d give her all the praise she needed. Every ounce of it.

?But first…

?I wrapped my hand around her throat and pinned her to the mattress, her hips bucking up, a whimper escaping her throat. “You did something stupid, Rae,” I told her, watching her strain against her restraints, panic filling her eyes once again. “You’ll pay for that.”

?I released her and walked to the end of the bed, enjoying the sound of her gasping for air. I tore off my shirt and crawled onto the bed, pushing my knees into the back of her thighs before spreading her cunt open for me. She was dripping for it. For my cock. She needed it desperately and I had to oblige.

?I slid a finger between her pussy lips, her back arching as a moan escaped her. I felt her pussy clamp down around my finger. Fuck, she was sogoddamn wet. My girl liked being chased. She liked the hunt, the thrill of being scared is what got her off.

?I couldn’t help but wonder who she thought about before she met me. Which horror icon had she masturbated to before I became her everything? Michael Meyers perhaps? Or Ghostface. She seemed like a Ghostface kind of girl.

?I shoved another finger in at the thought of her picturing another masked man fucking her cunt.

?“Fuck,” she moaned, trying to grind her hips against my hand.

?I worked my fingers slowly, pressing my thumb against her clit, pushing against that piercing, watching as her body reacted to the slow build within her. The way she clenched around me, the way she shivered, the sounds she made. She wanted more and I wouldn’t give it to her, not yet. She could sit in her arousal, meditate in it, for as long as I wanted.

?“God,” she whined, trying to catch my eyes. “Faster…please,” she begged.

?I locked my eyes with hers for only a second before turning back to her cunt. I curled my fingers, grazing them across her clit before pulling them out and flicking it.

?She cried out, her body jerking.

?I stood, watching her body shake and writhe, her skin already covered in a sheen of sweat.

?“Jack,” she pleaded.

?I licked her off my fingers, my cock painful against my pants. “Sit in it,” I ordered before turning for her bathroom.

?She groaned, the bed groaning with her as she tried to move her body in a way that might relieve the friction.

?She was so fucking desperate, and I loved that. I wanted her so desperate she would be willing to do anything just for a little relief.

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