“My angel likes the pain,” he murmured. “Such a glutton for punishment. But I am too.”
I held onto him, frantically riding his cock. Something that sounded a hell of a lot like surrender escaped my throat. The mewling cry only made him laugh.
“Bite me. Bite my shoulder,” he commanded, pumping deep into my core.
My teeth sank into his flesh.
Cristiano groaned. “Good, so good. Don’t stop touching yourself.”
I slid my hand between our bodies. The brush of my fingers against my throbbing pussy sent me over the edge. I cried out. My body jerked violently. Inside, the muscles convulsed.
“Come, my sweet angel, that’s it. Fucking come for me!” he groaned.
Pleasure rolled through me in rhythmic waves, my muscles clenching him over and over. A shudder rolled through his whole body. He bowed off the floor, thrusting deep as he emptied himself inside me.
I laid there as the surge of triumph and defeat rolled through me in an intoxicating euphoria. I should have known a monster like him was impossible to break. But damn if it wasn’t fun trying.
When Cristiano lowered himself to the floor, I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head against his chest. His heartbeat pounded against my ear. As the minutes slipped by, it began to slow.
This thing between us was more than sex.
Each thump of his heart was a promise I didn’t dare hope to believe. My midnight monster kept coming back for more. But what I wanted, what I didn’t dare tell him, was that I wanted the mask off.
I wanted my Tino to stay.
The kernel of fear whispered through my mind. What if I wasn’t worth the trouble? I certainly didn’t have my life together. My family was always reminding me how short I measured. What if the mask came off this, and there was no possibility of a relationship?
I shuddered.
And kept my lips sealed.
“I thought for sure that you were going to take off the mask,” he confessed, breaking the silence.
“I still could,” I mumbled.
Hechuckled roughly. “It’s part of the game, angel. And you’re enjoying yourself far too much to stop now.”
“Mhmm….” I rubbed my cheek against him. But the skin wasn’t smooth.
Pulling back, I flicked the bead of hard wax off. Red, angry skin marked his otherwise beautifully carved muscles.
“Did I….” I chewed my lip. “Was it too much?”
Cristiano flexed his hips. His cock, still semi-erect and buried inside me, pulsed. “You tell me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I can’t tell if your refusal to use the safe word was out of pride or stupidity.”
He leaned forward. The chin of the ghostly mask bumped against my own chest. “Neither. I’m unbreakable.”
I rubbed the wax off my skin. “Okay, then.”
Laying my palm on his stomach, I brushed the beads and lines off his skin. I was delaying the inevitable. I planned this game. I sprang the trap on him. But now…what?
“The moment you unleash me, I’m coming for you, Nicky,” he promised as if reading my thoughts.
I gulped. “Maybe I’ll keep you tied up all night.”
He tipped his head to the back door. “Night’s almost over, baby.”
