Page 33 of Dead Woman Walking

His brow bounces as he leans over and does the same to the other hand. “You tell me what it looks like.”

My throat feels dry as he reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a rose vibrator, one we don’t use often.

“Do I have your consent to start?” he asks, tilting his head a bit. It reminds me of when he had the mask on. Images of him fucking a handle into me flash in my head. Yet I would rather that over this rose. Fully charged, my thighs shake.

“You have my consent,” I mutter, closing my thighs.

Evander smirks, eyes dropping to my thighs.

Then the vibrator cuts on with a whirl in the air, and he kneels on the bed. It is on full fucking blast, but on the first setting still. With a free hand, he pushes my thighs apart and presses the rose’s mouth right to my clit.

My body stiffens as a long whine leaves my throat.

“Such a beautiful Goddess. You can handle this. It’s only on the first setting.”

My thighs are quaking, and my nerves burn with a flame that overwhelms my body. A cry escapes me, and I try to close my legs.

“Don’t do that,” he warns, pulling on my thighs more.

My eyes close, wrists trying to break free, but I am unable to.

“Come for me, pretty girl.”

Just hearing his heavy words is enough to send me over the edge so quickly. A sob cuts through the air as my chest heaves heavily. Dazed with lust, my hips quickly buck until… I cry. My legs are shaking, and I can feel the wetness on my thighs from myself. I have no time to recover as he clicks the button and turns it up another level. My whole body shakes and writhes to get away. The pleasure was so intense.

“Bad goddess,” he mutters, pulling back with the toy.

For a moment, I feel relieved. My body is still shaking a bit, but not as bad. My eyes follow him again, and he pulls out two more cuffs.

But picking them up makes the Brahms’ mask fall from the drawer. It is free of the blood that once covered it.

“Keeping that so you could look at yourself and jerk off with it?” I tease, unable to hold back my mouth right now.Why would I want to piss him off in any way when I’m tied down?

He chuckles, picking the mask up and sliding it over his face. “No, Artemis. I only cum to you andonlyfor you.”

Heat rushes to my core as I realize I want nothing more than to be fucked with his mask on again.

He moves to the bottom of the bed, eyes locked on my body before him. He is bare-chested, abs rippling down to the deep v disappearing into his pants. Property of Artemis is written on his chest. Slowly, he hooks a finger in his waistband and pulls it down. His cock doesn’t stand. No, it stays dropped, hanging down from too much weight.

My lips part.

“Do you want my dick?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Yes, sir,” I answer, hoping he forgets he was going to use the rose on me.

But he chuckles. “Do you think you deserve it after how you talked about yourself?”

“Evander,” I say breathlessly.

“You don’t. You’ve been a bad girl,” he cuffs my ankles down to the bed.

I feared he would remember the rose.

Then he moves back to face between my thighs. His eyes move up to me, and he turns the rose back on.

“Evander, please don’t.”

“That doesn’t sound like our safe word,” he informs me, reminiscent of Kyler’s words yesterday, before pressing the toy back to my already sensitive clit.

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