I wiggle my hips, desperate for him to fill me. To stretch me.
“Open wider and let me fuck your pussy, baby.” His voice is rolled over rocks, perfectly raspy and delicious.
Gloved hands grab my knees, and he squeezes possessively, pushing my thighs apart. “Your pussy is dripping for my blade, baby Lake.”
My hand reaches forward, and I grab his wrist, pulling it forward. “It’s for you,” I whisper.
He tilts his head to the side, his mask staring me straight in the eyes. “Then show me how bad you want me.” He pushes the black handle forward, pressing it against my folds. I shiver at the cool sensation, my head tilting back as my eyes shutter closed, pleasure ripping through me.
I can feel his eyes on me as he fucks me slowly, twisting the knife as he pulls it out, and sinks back in, the wet sounds of my sex gripping the handle making me even more turned on.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Lakyn? Tell me how badly you want me.”
I look up, both of us staring at each other through our masks.
“Unless you want me to turn the blade and fuck you the other way,” he growls.
My pussy clenches.
He growls, speeding the movement of his wrist, twerking it in a certain way that hits that spot within me that makes me see stars. I let out a moan, my body heating, my toes tingling, and I reach forward, my fingers gripping onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he fucks me ruthlessly.
“Come for me, baby Lakyn. The secret you can’t keep away from.”
He leans forward, his forehead knocking against mine. I can hear his growling breaths colliding with my panting whimpers. My body rocks against the knife until a scream barrels from my throat.
His wrist slows, and he slowly pulls his knife out. He releases a low growl as he gazes at the drenched handle, soaked in my arousal. Lifting it up to his nose, he audibly inhales and lets out a groan.
“Your pussy smells even more dangerous than it feels wrapped around my cock.”
He grips the handle, and pulling down on his other glove slightly, he brings the blade to his skin, slicing it gently.
I gasp, my mouth popping open as I stare at him. “What are you doing?”
He brings fingers to the blood that’s pooling, smearing his leather glove with red. Then he’s sliding it across the skin of my chest, painting my skin.
“You bleed for me. I bleed for you. Our blood is one.” The warmth of his blood covers my skin, and I can’t help the throb that starts up between my thighs, knowing a part of me finds this erotic.
It’s wrong, yet it feels so good.
Adjusting his gloves, he reaches forward, grabbing my thighs and digging his fingers into them. My heels hook around his waist, and I can feel the hardness of his erection against the seam of his pants.
He stares at me, his gloved fingers becoming doused in my blood. What was once pale is now a light red. I reach forward, bold since the first time we’ve ever been together. My fingers grapple for the waistband of his jeans, and he bats my hands away. His fingers wrap around my neck, and he squeezes, tilting my chin sideways.
“Some secrets are better left kept as secrets,” he growls.
I can hear the shift of his body, and the shuffling of his pants as he shoves them over his thighs. The warmth of his cock bobs against my skin, and I let out a whimper, swallowing desperately as his fingers tighten around my neck. I gasp as his length nudges between my sex, so fucking desperate for him as my hips shimmy, begging for him to fill me.
“Please,” I moan. It’s so silent in here, yet it’s so loud with our heavy breaths. The wildness of the party outside these walls still booms, still electric and filled with a dark energy as the music thumps, the light above us shaking every time the bass drops.
“When you slip out of this room tonight, and the skin between your thighs aches, know it’s the man in the mask who gave you the pleasure you so desperately craved. I made you bleed, I made you scream, and I’ll make you fall to your knees as you plead for me to fill your cunt until I pump life into your fucking soul.”
He sinks in fully, and I can feel the ache in my abdomen as he stretches my walls. I groan, circling my hips, but he grips me tightly, holding me in place as his cock clenches and flexes inside of me.
Reaching under my thighs, he lifts me into his arms, holding me as he begins fucking me in midair, our skin slapping together. I turn my face toward his, our masks touching as we watch each other.
He spins around, slamming me against the wall. The shelf rattles, some metal can clanking against the rack before falling to the ground.
Growling, his fingers go to my hair, pulling on the strands as he yanks my head to the side, exposing my neck. My eyes settle closed, and suddenly, I feel his teeth sink into my skin.