Page 36 of Sinner

Instincts.

I had to use my instincts.

The masked man spun me around, still fisting my hair. His hold was tight, the ache intense.

He flicked his finger across my pulse and my entire body twitched. This was so real, every sensation electrifying. I’d never experienced anything that so perfectly matched real life one could lose their judgment completely.

Very slowly Sinner slipped his hand down my side, thrusting his fingers between my legs. I froze, yet felt as if every synapsewas exploding from the red-hot, molten lava flowing deep inside my pussy. My breath skipped, the neon glow of his lights more mesmerizing than before.

“I can smell your fear,” he whispered, his husky voice skimming over me like smooth velvet.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, we’ll get to that. I have other plans in store for my little lamb.” He stroked my jeans, making me even wetter. As he took a deep inhale, I fought to get out of his hold, managing to knee him in the crotch.

He roared from anguish, jerking away from me.

There was no time to rest on my laurels. I smashed the flashlight across his face and took off running again.

I came to another jerking halt from another, more rancid stench. I flashed the light, gasping from the sight of a man tied to a tree. He was naked and it appeared had been in the forest for days, eaten by wild animals.

Just like a fucking scene in the horror movie. Just like something I’d mentioned in one of the forums.

Well, fuck.

Don’t be scared. It’s not real.

“Are you certain about that, Desdemona?”

He slipped in front of me, jarring my attention. A scream erupted from my throat. The evil grin was even wider than before. He was even bigger. How was that possible?

Because anything was possible in the world of virtual reality. Anything.

I tried to smash the flashlight in his face again, but he knocked it away. The light suddenly disappeared altogether. Every move seemed at lightning speed. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, yanking me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. I could swear he was laughing at me behind the mask, thrilled that he was able to grab the upper hand.

“I need your soft lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Over my dead body,” I hissed out and he squeezed his thumb and fingers, making it difficult to breathe. I managed to punch him in the chest, but was rewarded for my efforts by his shoving me onto my knees. He peered down at me as the brooding monster I knew him to be. But he wasn’t scaring me.

He was enlightening my mind while exciting my body. I tried to beat him at the game, wrapping one hand around the thick bulge between his legs.

I could almost hear his slight groan of surprise, so I continued my naughty actions, using both hands to unfasten his pants, taking my time to ease the zipper all the way down.

Every breath he took was labored and I used that to my advantage, immediately reaching inside and freeing his cock. He wore no underwear. Why bother in a game where reality meant nothing. Only how you played.

As I blew across the tip, he placed his other hand on top of my head, digging his nails into my scalp.

“Be careful, little lamb. I might be too big for you.”

He was huge, several drops of pre-cum already forming across his sensitive slit. He dug his fingers into my throat and I choked briefly as the air was driven from my lungs. That was what he wanted. I concentrated on regaining control, finally darting my tongue across the silky string of pre-cum.

The taste of him was sweet. Of course it was. He’d willed it that way. I slipped my hand between his legs, capturing and rolling his balls in my fingers. His sac was large, filling my hand. I licked my lips and tipped my head, offering him my most salacious smile.

“If you think this is just a fantasy, Desdemona, you’re wrong. So very wrong. You’re not only my prey. Soon you’ll be my captive.”

His words further excited me and I pulled his cockhead into my mouth, immediately swirling my tongue around the tip. Almost immediately I felt out of breath as his cock pulsed in my mouth. My heart raced, my entire body trembling, but I did what I could to concentrate on the task without falling into the treachery of accepting what I was doing was so very wrong.

“Do you think me sick, little lamb? Isn’t that what you tell yourself when you dream about me at night, about all the dirty things I’m going to do to you?”

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