Page 152 of Madness Behind the Mask
His words a rasp, he asks,“Do you wantme to fuck you like Antonio did?”
“Wha–” I scream as a knife slams into my overlapping palms. My fingers curl automatically over the blade in a desire to try to pull it out, but they’re so weak now, theirtendons severed that they barely move.
He releases my wrists to grab my chin. Forcing my mouth open, he shoves his cock down my throat. I gag around him, struggling to adjust to the instant invasion as he rocks out and thrust back in.
“Do you think about himwhenyou touch yourself?” he growls, and a flare of fear slams through me.He’s so angry, so godsdamn furious and hurt.“Do you think about that night in the woods while you finger your pretty little cunt?”
My cheeks burn as I try to turn my head and force him out, but his fingers dig into my jaw, pinning my face as well as his knife does my hands.
“Or would you rather I fucked you like Aleric?”
Grabbing my arms with one hand, he rips the knife free with the other. Then he hauls me up by my wrists and shoves the blade back into my flesh. I scream as the pain radiates down my arms. My knees want to give way, but I’m held up by his body pressing into mine.
The sound of a drawer opening beside us draws my attention, and I glance down to see him pull out a dildo in the shape of a werewolf’s cock when in human form. It’s not as thick as the cocks he gave himself in our ensuite, but it’scapable of knotting. They’re sold on the legal side of the market in comparison to the potions we deal.
He pushes it against my lips. I try to fight him, to talk to him about what he wants from me, but he just shoves it down until I choke. His eyes dip to my throat.
“That’s it. Squeeze it like the whore you are.”
Tears burn my eyes, then fall down my cheeks as he activates the button on the bottom. The knot swells in my mouth, pressing against my teeth so it can’t be removed without knocking them all out.
My eyes widen as my nostrils flare. I can’t breathewith it in me. Panic floods through me, triggering my flight or flight response, and I thrash beneath his body.
“If you don’t want to die,” he sneers as he slides his hand between the slip of my dress running up my thigh, “then you’ll come on my fingers.”
Just like Aleric made medoas Antonio was charging for me.
My pulse spiking, Ispread my legs. His fingers pierce me, going deep, and I ride them frantically as mychest tightensfrom the lack of air.
“That’s it,” he purrs as he thrusts the dildo in deeper, moving the knot down my throat before pulling it back to my mouth. “Come for me, Sau. Come for me like you came for him.”
My movements turn jerky, the lack of oxygen starting to fuck with my coordination. Desperately, Iwrap my legs around him and line my pussy up with his throbbing cock. He removes his fingers, then groans as I sink down onto him, taking himinslowly inch by inch until he grabs my hips and slams me down.
Pleasure rips through me, and I fuck him fast and hard as my vision starts to narrow. My chest is burning now, overriding the pain in my hands, but instead of fleeing from that high, I’m chasing it. A mad dash of desire, a frantic race to my orgasm before I lose consciousness.
I arch off the wall as it hits me, consumes me, wraps me up in its overwhelming embrace, and leaves me in a fit of tremors that jerks my muscles uncontrollably. Hot cum shoots down my throat, a working part of the toy, and the knot deflates so he can pull it out. I gasp for breath, my lungs expanding.
My body is abuzz,lost in thatlavenderhaze,and I’m barely aware of him pulling out the knife in my hands and moving me to a bed. I’m laid down on my back,my arms above me,breathing hard.Cuffs snake around my wrists. Sweatclingsto me.He spreads my legs and moves my dress aside.Then he lies between my thighs, and I breatheleisurely,expecting the touch of pure bliss.
Instead, the touch ofcoldmetal on my clitoral hoodconfuses me. It’s like he has it between a pair of pliers –
Itpierces me,andI jolt up on a scream. Or I try to, but my hands are chained to the headboard, and I fall back down as the muscles in my shoulders protest.
Pain radiates like fire and acid being splattered across my pussy, and the agony only strengthens when he flicks his thumb across it. Thetingof a nail hitting metal rings through my panicked breathing, and understands hits me as he chuckles.
The fuckergave me a piercing.
Tears of pain burning my eyes, I lift my head tolookat him. “I’m sorry, Ca–” I yelp as he flicks my new piece of jewelry.
“Sir,” he growls.
I don’t mention that he used my name earlier. The pain of the blow, the need to comfort him over my own sins has me biting that back. “Sir,” I say, looking at his skull mask and the twisted gaze peering through it. “What do I need to do to make you believe me?”
He stretches above me and stares directly down into my eyes. “Stop lying to yourself andme. Admit that you knew who it was you were fucking.You simply loved itbecause you’re just a fuckingwhore.”
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HER
