Page 6 of The Devil After Dark
Okay. So I had to let him play with me one time and he would never come back. I clearly was dead if I continued to try and fight him off. At least maybe I would live another day and could go to the police. Wait, he told me not to go to the police. I would still go to the police once he was gone. I could not believe I was rationalizing this. “Okay,” I breathed.
He flicked open a switchblade. I choked on my own scream. He was going to cut me. Stab me. Then he hooked it into the thin fabric of my top and sliced through it. The fabric fell open, exposing me, and in two quick movements he had cut the straps. My shreddedshirt fell to the bed. I was trembling as he gently slid the flat of the blade along my skin and into the top of my sleep shorts. His thumb stroked along my jaw and he twisted the knife, catching the material with the blade and slicing the shorts from my body.
“I play and you cum for me. That’s all that needs to happen.” Gods damn his voice and the way his breath heated my skin. He expertly closed the knife and slid it into his pocket before his hand wrapped around my waist again.
“Okay,” I stammered.
“Relax,” he coaxed. Then he lifted me effortlessly and sat on my bed, leaning back against the headboard with me in his lap and between his legs. He still had a firm hold on my jaw and around my waist. “Open your legs for me,” he whispered against my ear. I stifled my small sob as I slowly let my knees fall open. “That’s my good girl.” Those four words would ruin me. Instantly I wanted him to say it again. I had read those words over and over in books, but no man had ever said them to me. I needed him to say it again.
His gloved hand slid from my waist down between my legs. I flinched when he touched me and he paused. Then his fingers started slowly and gently teasing my pussy, eventually finding their home on my clit. My body arched and my legs snapped closed. His hand stopped moving. “Uh uh. Open your legs,” he commanded. I couldn’t. Instead my hands grabbed at his forearm again. “Open your legs or I will do it for you,” he repeated sternly.
“Do it for me,” I whispered. I felt his breath shudder under me at my words and his knees came up. Then his hand guided each of my legs over his. I wrapped my feet behind his calves and he slowly opened our legs. Why was there some dark hole inside of me that felt this was incredibly hot?
“Ask me to touch you again,” he said gently. My grasp on his forearm loosened and his hand guided my face up so my neck was open to him. The vulnerability he made me feel was laced with my own sick and twisted fantasy of sex just like this. It had been way toolong since I had anyone in my bed and never anyone like this—even though I had fantasized about it. The books I was reading these days portrayed demanding men just like this and gods damn it really turned me on. “Ask me to touch you,” he commanded through his mask and against my neck.
My entire body opened for him as his command caused a small whimper to bubble up and out of my lips. I was so completely touch deprived. I had only cum from my own hand and my vibrating dildo in the last four years. He had promised he was going to make me cum and the way he held and touched me was intoxicating. “Touch me,” I whispered.
His gloved hand slid between my legs again and I closed my eyes. I would just pretend this wasn’t a masked stranger who was probably about to kill me. At least maybe I would get off before my death. Not a terrible way to go.
My muscles flexed as his fingers found the perfect rhythm on my clit and I let myself breathe into it. “Yes, baby, that’s it,” he encouraged me. “Let go. You’re so sexy. Let go.” One of my hands slid down from his arm and to my inner thigh, pulling my legs further open for him. My other hand found my breast and kneaded it. Fuck, I was really going to do this, wasn’t I?
Moments later my body was on the verge of shaking with pleasure and moans were escaping my mouth. I let out a small cry as his hand slapped my pussy. “You are going to cum so hard for me baby, but not until I tell you to,” I whimpered and ground my body against his in my pathetic need for his hand to return to playing with me.
He waited for my body’s trembling to calm before his hand resumed its work. I bit back my own desire to beg him to touch me again. His fingers had me back to my edge in an instant. “Not yet,” he growled and turned my face to his masked face. “Not fucking yet,” he repeated. My mouth opened as I tried to hold back. “That’s it. I will let you cum soon, baby, I promise.”
I bit my own lip as my eyes pleaded with him. My body moved uncontrollably as I tried to hold myself at the edge. His fingers kept going and I was not going to be able to hold back. I needed it so badly I was going to cry. Why couldn’t I just let go? It was like I needed to please him too. Like I needed to show him I could do exactly what he wanted me to do. I held my breath like I was holding my orgasm. I whimpered again and bit my lip as I tried to hold out.
“Gods you’re gorgeous. And such a good girl,” the masked man groaned. I was going to cum whether he wanted me to or not. I couldn’t stop it. I was trying to stop it. “Cum right now. Cum for me.” A relieved cry spilled from between my lips as my climax washed through me and my inner muscles pulsed desperate for something to squeeze. My entire body writhed uncontrollably and his arms held me tightly. The sounds I made were completely involuntary as his fingers expertly drew out my orgasm with his touch. “Yes, baby, just like that,” he whispered against my ear and his praise sent another orgasm tearing through me.
I was panting as my orgasms left me. His hold on my jaw loosened to just cradling me and his hand slid up from between my legs to cradle my body. Apparently all of the orgasms I ever had before this were pitiful. My entire body was still tingling and aching and wholly satisfied while begging me for more at the same time. I needed more. I needed a dick in my mouth, I needed him inside me, I needed?—
“Do you want more?” he breathed against my neck. My entire body shuddered. Yes, sir, I wanted more. I needed something inside of me. I needed to cum again.
“I … I, yes, no, I shouldn’t,” I stammered. Thank you logical brain for showing up again and reminding me that this was a complete stranger who had broken into my house. Maybe I could have more? Maybe I could have more and I just wouldn’t tell anyone. I could keep this secret.
“Mmm,” he groaned and nuzzled against me before raising hismasked mouth to my ear. “Let me fuck you. Let me fuck you until you cum on my cock.”
I only gasped in response. I was so unbelievably turned on. My pussy was still pulsing from the orgasms he had given me, like she was begging for more.
“Let me really satisfy you. Let me fuck you,” he repeated.
“Yeah,” I gasped. I could definitely keep this secret and enjoy every single bit of this.
“Is that a yes?” he asked gently and his fingers rolled the tip of my nipple between them.
“Mhmm, yes,” I whimpered. I could not believe myself. What was I doing? But I did not want him to stop.
His hands gently unhooked my legs from his and he lifted me off him. “On your knees, face down, baby,” he coaxed. I complied immediately. If this man’s sex was anything like the way he had just stroked a climax out of me by playing with my clit, I was about to have the best sex of my life. Then I might be murdered, so fuck it. Fuck me.
His hands spread my ass as he knelt behind me. I could hear his breathing get heavier as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. Then I felt hot breath against my pussy and his tongue slid over me. “You are perfect in every way, baby,” he groaned and squeezed my ass again. His tongue licked and his mouth sucked on me again, drawing out another whimpering moan from my lips as I gave into the feeling.
The bed rocked slightly as he moved again and his knees pushed mine further apart. I twisted my shoulders and neck so I could look back at him and saw him adjust his mask back into place, covering his face. His gloved hands rubbed over my hips and I heard him undo a belt and unzip his pants. The broad tip of his rock hard cock was rubbing my entrance a moment later. Then he slowly started pressing it into me.
“No, stop, please,” I blurted out. I was not about to let some masked man who broke into my house fuck me. There were people out here trying to maybe murder me and I was about to let a maskedstranger fuck me? I was notthatdelusional. “Please, I am so sorry,” I nearly sobbed. Would he actually stop? Would he force me? Would he kill me now?
He stopped. He actually stopped. Then he pulled his cock back from me, his hands still gently on my hips. “I’m so sorry,” I whimpered and I scrambled away from him, pulling my sheets up to try and cover myself. I kept my head lowered. I was too scared to look at him.
The bed moved as he climbed closer to me. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against him in a cradling embrace. “No, baby. You were such a good girl. Do not apologize.” I slowly lifted my head to look up at his masked face. I’m sorry … did he just tell me it was okay and to not apologize? What was happening? His gloved hand pushed my hair back from my face and cupped my cheek.
