Page 53 of Bound to a Monster

But I was never interested. I mean, I was tempted by a few of them, but tattooed assholes weren’t really my thing. I resistedthem, never went further than kissing and fooling around, at least until I met Lev.

And fucked him. And got pregnant by him. And married him later.

Now he’s staring at me with that faceless mask, completely blank and terrifying, and I feel myself softening.

My heart’s in my throat, and excitement courses down my spine.

“I thought you didn’t want this,” I whisper, strangled and afraid, but unable to say the words I know would save me.

Get out. Get out. Go away.

“I always want this.” He sounds equally strained, like this is just as hard for him.

He reaches out. I don’t flinch back as he puts a knee on the bed and slides his fingers through my hair. I whimper as he pulls my chin up, and I can feel his eyes staring at me through the mask, looking at my throat, at my body. He pulls the blankets away with the other, baring me to him.

My fingers grip the sheets.

“I thought you were here to hurt me,” I say, and he reacts by tightening his grip.

“Do you want me to?”

“No,” I say, my mouth hanging open. “Maybe.”

He pushes me down. I gasp in surprise. He’s so fast and strong, and a moment later he’s got my legs spread. One hand deftly yanks down my shorts while the other roughly shoves my shirt up over my breasts. I moan as his fingers move down betweenmy legs, and I shimmy my hips, nervous and excited and scared all at once, and the sound he makes when he touches my pussy is pure devious lust.

“My fucking little fencer,” he whispers hoarsely. “You’re soaking wet for me already.”

Shit, he’s right. I’m absolutely drenched. This is beyond freaky and fucked up—the guy’s in here wearing a fencing mask, for god’s sake—but it’s hitting all my buttons. The mixture of fear and excitement is driving me absolutely wild.

His fingers are perfect. He strokes me slowly before plunging one in, just enough to tease. His other hand palms my breasts before shoving his other fingers into my mouth, and I whimper as I suck them. He sinks two fingers inside of me, and my back arches. I’m still inexperienced. I was a virgin not all that long ago, and his fingers are thick and long. I groan, grinding my hips into him.

This is crazy. I can’t even see his face. I should push him away, but yet I keep pushing closer, wanting more. His fingers bury in my mouth and muffle my moans while his other hand drives into my slick pussy, and I can’t take it much longer. The situation, the mask, the terror, the peak bliss, it shoves my brain into heaven.

I come with his fingers in my mouth and in my pussy. I come for him, blinded and crazy with it. And as I finish, he steps back from the bed and takes off his pants.

His cock is thick and long. I stare, heart racing, as he steps toward me.

I’m still giddy from my orgasm, and I don’t even know why I do it, but I get onto all fours and take him in my mouth.

He groans. The faceless monster. His dick tastes like precum as I lick around his tip. I’m not very experienced, but I do my best, moaning and choking, my spit rolling down his shaft as I suck him. He fists my hair and pulls me back, and I stare up at him, into that faceless nothing.

Then he turns me around and pins me on my belly.

“Lev,” I moan, ass in the air. His cock presses against me. My heart’s going wild. “It’s been a while.”

“I know, baby,” he whispers. “But I can’t wait.”

He sinks into me. Fuck, it feels so good, and it hurts a little bit too. I moan, closing my eyes and letting him fill me to the brim. Slowly, he pulls back out and fills me again, and again, and again, until I begin to relax. It’s faster this time, easier than that first night, and he fucks me like he can’t control himself.

Pleasure rips into my core. I look back at the faceless beast fucking me face-down on the bed and gasp as he takes me. His palm slaps my ass and the other grips my hair, and his body’s so warm and hard and gorgeous.

I want to be his. That’s so fucked, but I want it. He can have me, use me, fuck me until I’m nothing, and do it all over again when he wants more. I didn’t even know I was into this, but I realize all I want in the world is for him to pin me down and have his way with me until I’m nothing left but a quivering body recovering from a savage beast.

“This is why I couldn’t stay away,” he moans, and it’s like heaven. “I tried, little fencer, I tried so fucking hard. If you had agreed to sleep in my bed with me, I would’ve given in a lot sooner. But now it’s too late.”

“Keep going,” I beg, so close I can taste it, the orgasm right there on my tongue.

“I don’t know when I’ll be done with you. I don’t know if I ever will. Fuck, I want you to come for me, baby, I want to feel you come for me.”

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