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I slip in behind her, pulling her back against my chest. Her head rests on my shoulder, and I reach for a soft washcloth. As I run it over her skin, I'm struck by how natural this feels—this desire to care for her, to ensure her comfort and pleasure.

My hands move with reverence now, different from the demanding touches of before. I want to worship every inch of her, to show her that she's more than just an object of desire. She's become something precious to me, something I will protect at all costs.

I press my lips to her temple, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. This feeling—this need to nurture and cherish—is foreign territory for me. Yet with Clara, it feels right—essential, even—like a missing piece of myself I never knew existed until now.

37

SILAS

Iwatch her stir, a soft smile playing on her lips as the sunrise streams through the window. It's the day after Christmas. Clara stretches, a satisfied purr escaping her throat. She doesn't know what I've got planned for her yet.

"Good morning," I greet her, holding a cup of prepared coffee.

"Mmm, good morning," she murmurs, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "That smells amazing."

I hand her the coffee, knowing she'll need it. Little does she know I've added something extra—a sedative to ensure her compliance. I've fantasized about this for a long time, and it will become a reality today.

"Drink up," I say, sipping from my cup. "We've got a full day ahead of us."

Clara obliges, unaware of the drug dissolving in her system. I savor the anticipation, knowing that soon, she'll be completely at my mercy.

An hour later, she begins to feel drowsy, the drug taking effect.

"What...what's happening?" she slurs, her eyes glazing.

"It's time for your fantasy to come true, Clara," I purr. I watch her eyes widen as she realizes what's happening.

"You...you drugged me?"

I don't respond. Instead, I move towards her, my eyes locked on hers. "You always knew this would happen, didn't you? You've been waiting for it."

"W-what are you talking about?" she stammers, but I can see the desire in her eyes.

"Shh..." I place a finger on her lips, silencing her. "You don't need to say a word. Just let go and surrender to me."

I bind her wrists and ankles, securing her to the bed. Her eyes flutter as the sedative takes full effect, but I know she can still hear me.

"That's it...let yourself fall into darkness," I whisper. "You're safe with me. I'll take you to the edge and beyond."

She lets out a soft moan as I caress her body, slowly teasing her sensitive spots. I whisper in her ear, describing the Ghost cosplay suit I'll be wearing—the one I bought specifically for this moment.

"Can...can you see it, Clara? The mask, the hood, the gloves...all concealing my identity, leaving you to wonder who's behind it all."

As I speak, I stroke her hair, my voice a soft, menacing murmur. "You've always craved the unknown, the forbidden. Well, now you have it. Your deepest desires are about to become a reality."

Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her body relaxed and pliable in my hands. I continue my hypnotic whispers, telling her how she'll wake up bound and at the mercy of a masked man—me.

I leave her momentarily, donning the Ghost suit. Then, I return to stand there, watching her helpless form. My heart's pounding with anticipation under the black Ghost costume, atwisted form of the iconic video game character. I've prepared for this moment for a long time, meticulously crafting each detail to ensure her experience is unforgettable. My gloved hands grip the restraints that bind her, verifying their tightness as I admire her beauty, her naked body exposed and vulnerable before me.

My gloved fingers trail down her stomach, pausing briefly at her navel before venturing lower. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, but she remains unresponsive, the drug ensuring her compliance. I want to wake her up, hear her moans, and feel her writhing beneath me, but I resist.

I lean down and lift the mask to just above my nose, inhaling her scent, and lick her pussy slowly, savoring the taste of her as my tongue probes her folds. She's delicious, and I can't help but moan at the pleasure of it. I yank my gloves off and drop them to the floor, before slipping a finger inside, gently massaging her as I continue to lick and suckle. Her juices coat my finger, and I add another, readying her for what's to come.

As I work, my other hand reaches for the lube, slicking up my middle finger before slowly pushing it into her ass. She's tight, and I take my time, adding more lube as I go, stretching her carefully. The toy will be next, but my fingers are enough to prepare her for now.

I pick up the pace, curling my fingers to find that sweet spot inside her. Her body tenses and relaxes as I stimulate her G-spot, her juices flowing more freely now, coating my chin and dripping down her onto her ass. Her breasts heave, her nipples puckered, and I know she's close despite her unconscious state.

I ease the butt plug inside her, slicking it with lube, her body yielding to my every touch. Her ass clenches around the plug, and I know she'll feel it when she wakes up, a constant reminder of my possession. I give it a gentle twist, feeling her body respond. God, she's perfect.

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