The masked man’s hands continue their perusal of my body, admiring the roundness of my butt, gliding down my outer thighs, then skimming back up on the inside where the skin is sensitive. I prepare myself with giddy anticipation for him to stroke my clit but he stops short, following the seam where my ass meets the back of my thigh with one finger. It’s agonizing waiting for what I want to do desperately.
The moment I feel his warm breath on the bare skin of my shoulder, I know Cole has lowered the mask so his mouth so it’s exposed to the air, to me. A gentle kiss precedes his next statement. “I know you have dark desires, Noelle.” I want to moan at the sound of my name spoken with that husky voice, laced with want.
Another kiss. “I know you have dark thoughts, that the idea of me taking what I want from you–no pleasantries about it–both terrifies and excites you.”Yes. “I know you’ve dreamed of this very encounter but you’ve never let yourself believe it’s something you’d actually desire.” Another kiss down my spine. “Because what twisted, sick person would want to be taken against her will? Tied to her bed and forced to endure whatever I decide.”
Me me me.
The distinct pinch of his teeth biting into my left ass cheek startles me, sending a sharp jolt of electricity through my core.
“You do.” I feel him shift behind me, the cadence of his voice moves with his body. “You’re my dark angel, my little doll whose just as fucked up as me.”
Then I feel his weight drop between my legs. Flicking my eyes beneath me, I see the dark balaclava between my spread legs just before I feel his hot words soak my center.
“I intend to use you in whatever way I want. But I think I’ll be making all your fantasies come true in the process.”
Before I have time to register how sexy that is, Cole slides the pad of his tongue from my vagina up to my clit, leaving not even a centimeter of tender flesh untouched. My body jerks at the sensation, a motion that contradicts my need for more. My traitorous body doesn’t know how to properly enjoy something like this.
But Cole shows her exactly what to do. Unrelenting hands shoot to my hips to hold me in place as he wraps his mouth around my labia and flicks his tongue inside me. The noise that elicits from me can only bedescribed as animalistic, I mewl for him. I fucking mewl. I can’t help it. The way his tongue dances in my core causes a visceral reaction I can’t control. It’s intense, domineering, and overwhelming. I’m too lost to how good this feels to care what I sound like.
I always cared too much. I was so worried if my boobs looked good lying flat on my back in missionary. I worried if the noises I made were sexy. I worried if I was taking too long to climax. And that worry always led to disappointing sexual encounters that gave selfish men the wrong impression.
A woman can fake it and the guy walks away feeling like a god. There’s no intimate balance in that.
And since Cole and I have the unspoken agreement not to shield any of ourselves from one another, I just enjoy the ride, enjoy the depravity of this night for all it’s worth.
Cole’s ministrations are hard, penetrating, forceful in a way that makes my body come alive for him. Just when I think my wanton cries can’t be anymore chaotic, Cole slips his arm around my leg so his thumb can access my clit where he presses with firm circles. I detonate, there’s no other way to describe the way I combust with euphoric shockwaves that short-circuit my brain.
I thought I was over the edge already, but the playful smack to my butt and the nip of his teeth around my clit make me see stars.
As soon as I can form coherent thoughts again, I realize that Cole was holding back earlier, testing me to see what I could handle. After everything we shared with one another tonight–between our bodies and our souls–Cole was reassured that I could handle whatever he threw my way. I can handle every dark corner of his heart and mind because it mirrors my own.
Chapter Sixteen
Cole
I’ll be damned if Noelle’s final memory of this night is me putting my deepest secret out on the line.
I’ll never be able to thank her properly for giving me the support and affection I didn’t know I needed, for understanding who I am and how much my past has shaped me. But I can give us both the send off we deserve.
Some might consider it a risky move to put a mask on and dominate the girl you just met, but Noelle has been showing me in little ways all evening that her desires walk a thin tight rope of morally gray and morally black just like mine.
I’ve never had the freedom to be truly myself with anyone. I’ve been Cole the Serial Killer Santa. I’ve been Cole the goofball. I’ve been Cole the one night stand. But I’ve never been one-hundred percent myself with another person before.
To claim that I have nothing to lose by lowering my inhibitions and serving my heart up on a silver platter would be a lie. Because I don’t want to lose Noelle. I want to mark her and claim her and possess her for eternity.
A kinder man would have given her a moment to get her bearings before storming forward with my plan. But in this scenario I’ve concocted, I’m not a kind man.
My senses are on fire. As soon as this little primal role play came to mind, I couldn’t resist bringing the fantasy to life. I knew without a doubt that the spark of intrigue would ignite in Noelle’s eyes once she saw the mask.
Ok, ninety-nine percent of me was certain she’d be into it. The small one percent worried she’d lose her mind and tell me I went too far.
Thankfully, my instincts were right as usual and the trembling anticipation Noelle showed when she saw the multicolored glow of the Christmas lights wrapped around her delicate wrists was the green light I needed to proceed with my plan.
I snuck out after she fell asleep and found this string of lights over a door down the hall. I’ll return them when I leave and no one will suspect they were used to bind a girl in the building for an erotic role play.
I’m more of a white string lights kind of guy, but these colorful lights will do the trick.
Noelle collapses as soon as I slip out from between her legs, breathing so heavily it’s a full body process. As her chest heaves into the mattress, her ribs expand and contract, head twisted to the side so her hair splays across the pillow. The sight of her like this makes me eager to mark her permanently.
