Page 21 of For the Love of Layla

I frantically try to free myself as the bag sucks into my mouth with every desperate pant, the heat from my breath making the air inside the bag feel moist and heavy. I feel him jerk my hands against the cool hardwood, pinning them underneath his knees. His legs locking me in as he straddles me, indifferent to my panicked struggling. My vision starts to dot as my head goes light before he jerks the bag free. I suck in another deep breath, this one far more satisfying than its predecessors. He wrenches my legs apart, exposing the dampness between them to the cool air. “Are you ready to listen, baby?”

My sob sounds more like a half scream as I nod my head, forcing my body to go still underneath him, “What do you want?” I can’t tear my eyes from the sleek onyx mask molded to his face, covering his entire head. Holes revealing his eyes and a slit mouth the only things making it seem,human. It would be unsettling even in the best situations.

This is not that.

“I just want to be next to you, to keep you safe. Is that such a bad thing?” He whispers as he presses his masked forehead to mine. He slowly grips my wrists in his, jerking them above my head as he pins them there. I gasp as he pushes his hard cock against me. The length feels like a threat. It is a threat.

Oh God.

“Youmademe do this, Layla. I didn’t want things to go this way, but you left me no choice. You didn’t answer my calls or texts. What else was I supposed to do?” He trails his warm lips down my face, his tongue darting out through the slit in the mask and licking my tear-stained cheeks. There’s something so familiar in the action a shiver breaks out across my spine. He groans as he continues downwards, my breath coming in heavy.

I can’t feel. I can’t think. PLEASE JUST STOP.

I gasp as he bites down gently on my neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth. Another sob leaves my throat as he does the same on the opposite side, lightly teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue before he pulls away. His dark eyes find mine, his masked face illuminated by the dim light of my salt lamp that sits on the dresser. The light doing nothing to protect fromthismonster. He’s not the type from the movies, he’s real.

“Do you like that?”

Do I? No.

I shake my head, too scared to speak, as if my vocalization will only make it worse. He adjusts himself, releasing one of my hands before he reaches between my legs. I jerk against his vice like hold on my wrists, crying out as he dips two fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out slowly, rubbing my clit with his palm as arousal seeps out from around his fingers, my body and brain on two dreadfully different wavelengths. More tears fall as he snickers, if you can call a bitter sound like that anything close to laughter, extracting himself to show me my body’s betrayal. “You can deny it all you want, but your body is telling me a different story. It knows it needs me.” The words sound like a prayer from his lips.

A vow.

“Please, let me go.”

He smirks, popping his arousal soaked fingers into his mouth, through the slit in the mask, “You taste far too sweet for that.” I suck in a sharp breath, hating how my body reacts to him, hating this, hating him. Hating my stupid body.

What kind of fucking person gets off on this? Am I getting off on this?

He jerks something from his side. My lungs seize when the glint of moonlight reflects off the large blade. He brings it to my lips, pressing it against them softly. The metal should be cool, but it’s not, it’s warm like it’s been pressed against him, “I’m going to let go of your hands now don’t make me hurt you.” I nod as my chest heaves, refusing to let me be half as still as I feel I should be right now. He leans up, his hardened cock straining against his dark jeans as he slides the cool blade deliberately down the column of my neck. “Is that the knife you used… when you killed James?” I whisper, the question leaving my mouth before I can stop it.

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” He yells, making me flinch as he stabs the knife deep into the floor beside my neck. I shake, whimpering as he wiggles it free of the floorboard. Bringing his free hand up to caress my cheek. Something inside me, deep beneath his disgusting hand tightens, something bizarre and wrong. Something that shouldn’t be here. The way he touches me is so frantic, yet tender.

This person… is insane, ill. And so are you for reacting this way.

I jerk my face away from him, squeezing my eyes shut. “Don’t be mad at me, baby, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I…I just can’t stand hearing you talk about anyone else. He could never have taken care of you like I do. Made you feel what I can.” His deep voice comes out desperate as he dips his head, briefly pressing his thick plastic forehead to mine. To my horror, my heart sputters in my chest.

Take care of me like you do?

He lifts the low neckline of my plum slip nightgown, pressing the blade to it just above my breasts, “Now be still, I don’t want to cut you.” I gasp as he jerks the blade down, slicing through my nightgown like butter. For a moment I’m sure he’s cut me, but no pain follows, only the weight of his eyes settling on me. Embarrassment floods in, making my cheeks flush as the fabric slips off my skin the rest of the way, exposing me to him. My arms instinctively jerk to cover myself, accidentally slicing my forearm against the blade. I suck in a sharp gasp, the burning in my skin feels no worse than the rest of the situation. He slightly tilts his head to the side, taking in the blood welling from the wound before bringing the blade up his face. As if it hadn’t occurred to him he could actually cut me. His dark brown eyes meet mine as he smirks, gently running his tongue down the blade, licking it free from my blood. My stomach rolls in protest. He holsters the knife again as I glance over at the door.

It would only take a second. If I caught him off guard.

“Don’t even look at the fucking door. I was just beginning to trust you again, after all.” My tears start anew, although I hadn’t even realized they had ever stopped in the first place. He bends down caging me against the floor as he takes in my body slowly, savoring me and stopping at my face. I can’t imagine the mess he must see there. I rapidly blink my eyes, trying to clear my tear blurred vision.

“You look so pretty when you cry. How about I make this up to you, huh?” He asks, bending back down and sucking my hardened nipple into his mouth. I jerk against him as his fingers find their way down my stomach to my clit. He flicks my nipple with his tongue as he holds it between his teeth. The pain mixing with pleasure as he massages my throbbing bud with purpose.

“Please stop.” I whimper as I lift my hips towards him and then away, digging my tailbone into the floor. He releases my nipple as he bites roughly into my breasts, sucking on the flesh of each one until he leaves a dark hickey in his wake. He slips down further, removing his hand from my sex before continuing the painstaking process down my body.Marking me.

Bite, suck, lick.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, only half wanting an answer. My body trembling violently beneath him.

“If I didn’t mark you, how would everyone know to stay away?’

His lips graze right above my clit as he bites down, more gently than he did on the others. I whimper, pushing myself into him, my sex wantonly seeking release as he lowers himself so that he’s nestled just above my sex. “So fucking beautiful, baby.” He moans, his accent resonating in my core, his hot breath splaying across my throbbing skin. His tongue flicks out, teasing my clit before he lifts his mask slightly, the thick plastic pulls harder against the back of his head as he uncovers his mouth. I strain my neck, trying to get a better look when he sucks hard at my clit, forcing a moan from my lips. “Stop it, please.”

He doesn’t respond as waves of pleasure jerk through my body. I unceremoniously grind into him giving myself over to the sickening arousal until I feel myself tighten, warmth spreading over my extremities.

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