Page 35 of My Masked Shadow
Her back hits the ground—the padded training floor under the illusion of hard-packed earth. I roll with her, using my body to pin her hips, one hand catching both her wrists and pressing them over her head.
She’s breathing hard, her avatar’s eyes wide and blazing up at the mask.
Caught.
Finally.
I lower my head until the cool surface of the mask almost touches her heated cheek. When I speak, my voice is a dark growl through the modulator.
“Run’s over, little bee,” I murmur. “Now I get to do what I’ve been thinking about since Thanksgiving.”
Her fingers flex under my grip, her legs twitch beneath my weight, and her lips part on a shaky exhale.
Mine.
All mine.
15
BARBARA
Even though just inches separate me from Ethan, the VR goggles and his own tech-enhanced mask prevent me from seeing any emotion on his face. I have no idea what he’s thinking, and the thought thrills me as much as it scares me.
The atmosphere he built is so realistic, I almost believed that I was being chased by a masked man through a murder lumberyard. Now he’s caught me, though, and I can’t deny my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been.
My eyes pop open when he pulls back, and it makes me wonder what he sees—the sleek black goggles, or an overlay of a face, just like I see him wearing cyberpunk clothing instead of his torn dress shirt.
“You’re letting me go?” I blurt out, confused and disappointed.
Ethan scoffs and grabs my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach before I can do more than gasp. It’s so weird, seeing the mill’s floor, but feeling the uniform surface of whatever material the actual floor is made of. When he pulls me up and back so my ass is in the air, I scrabble around for purchase, but find nothing to hold on to.
“Won’t be needing this anymore,” he mutters as he rips off my panties. I should start charging him for those. “Such a naughty girl. Getting wet from being chased in the dark by a masked man.”
He runs a finger over my pussy, starting at my clit in the front and moving back, gathering up my wetness. I think he’s going to lick it off again, but instead, he brings it to my ass.
“What are you… N—no!” I protest when I realize what he’s doing. “I don’t like that.” I’m not lying: I tried anal with a couple of exes, and it was always something for them to enjoy, not me.
“That’s because you haven’t played with me yet,” he replies, bringing more of my arousal to my butt and gently massaging. The feelings are… interesting.
I squirm as nerve endings I didn’t know existed before start firing off, like they’re wired straight to my womb.
“You like this, little bee?” Ethan hums from behind me, his voice still distorted by whatever modulator that glowing mask has.
“No,” I respond stubbornly.
He just chuckles—by now, he knows I’m a contrary brat. When he breaches the tight ring of muscle with a finger, entering just to the first knuckle, I twitch with surprise, almost impaling myself further.
“That’s it, firecracker,” Ethan praises. One of his hands rubs my buttock in circular, soothing motions, the other is probing inside me, gently stretching and sparking sensations that feel forbidden. “You’ll be my anal slut in no time. I’m going to stuff both of your holes, and you’ll be thanking me for it.”
His words make me moan, but I cover it by saying, “You’re delusional.”
“We’ll have to see,” he says softly, pulling out his finger, and entering with two, this time not stopping until they’re both halfway in. “Breathe, Barbara.”
I don’t even know when I started holding my breath, but his words make me release it in a rush that makes him laugh.
“Bear down,” he murmurs. “Push against my fingers.” When I don’t immediately comply, he slaps my ass with the hand that was just trying to soothe me.
“Ouch! Hey!”
