Page 48 of No Mercy
Her eyes widen, a mixture of curiosity and tenderness flashing across her face.
“The moment you tell me no, or hesitate, or give me any reason to stop, I will. Always.” I release her wrists, my fingers trailing down to cup her face. My thumbs trace delicate lines along her cheeks, grounding her, grounding myself. “I told you before, I will never hurt you.”
Her gaze softens, piercing through every wall I’ve ever built. For a moment, she just looks at me, like she’s peeling back the layers of my soul. Then, with a small sniffle, so heartbreakingly sweet, she whispers,
“Unless I want you to.”
My head drops at her words. She trusts me. My darling buttercup trusts me.
The delicate touch of her fingers run along underneath my mask, touching the skin of my chin. She gently pushes my head back up as she stares deep into the eyes of the mask.
“I want to see you.” She whispers quietly.
“You can see me buttercup.” I reply, trying to act oblivious.
“You know what I mean, I want toseeyou.”
I move backwards, sitting on the ground opposite her. “Why?”
“I want to see the man who haunts my dreams every night, the man who makes my heart warm whenever he is near. I want to moan your name. Not the man who hides behind a mask.”
She slowly leans forward, our roles reversing as she crawls towards me with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“Be a good boy and show me.”
My cock hardens as I watch her on her hands and knees before me, her words full of seduction as she eyes me up in front of her.
I’ve never had anyone tell me to be a good boy but fuck, I would be for her.
“What do I get for being agood boy?”I ask, my curiosity building as her confidence grows.
She looks towards the rope led on the ground between us before picking it up. She does a hand movement to where her hands are now wrapped between the material.
“You get your prize.”
I hold myself back, letting her take the lead even though every inch of me is screaming at me to take control, to flip her over and take her right here, right now.
I always swore I’d choose the moment this mask comes off, because once it does, there’s no undoing it. No hiding. But seeing her here, like this…Fuck.
I watch as she shifts, her movements slow but full of determination until she’s sitting in front of me, so close I can feel the warmth of her breath glide over my skin.
Her bound hands rise slowly towards the edge of the mask as they tremble.
They pause at the edge of my mask, her hesitation making my chest tighten as realisation hits that this is happening, she’s really doing it.
I can’t fight it any more, the need to hide. I don’t want to. She wants to see me, the man behind the mask, the man who comes to find her at night, and I’ll give all of me to her. I’ll risk it all.
My buttercup deserves nothing less.
Her gaze locks with mine, as if she’s searching for something through the eyes of the mask before it's gone.
Slowly, she pushes the mask upwards, revealing me inch by inch. I hold my breath, my heart hammering like it’s trying to break free.
I continue to stare directly at her, determined to not look away and hide as the mask falls away.
Her lips part and her eyes widen in something between awe and disbelief as she takes me in. As if she can't believe I’m here in front of her, but at this moment, I’m truly hers.
We sit in silence, the air between us heavy with unspoken words. Her gaze holds mine, and I can’t help but wonder what thoughts are swirling in that pretty head of hers. Is she disappointed? Does she regret knowing who I am?
