I nodded then, unable to stop myself. Hell yes, I wanted to fuck her. I thought of nothing else for years.
“Then come and fuck me,” she said, laying back and widening her legs. Her dress lifted up over her hips and… yep. No fucking panties.
I was breathing so hard that I was surprised the dark glass on my mask wasn’t fogging up. It felt surreal that this was really happening. My fingers found my zipper and undid my pants. No easy feat with gloves. If she saw too much of my body, then she’d know who I was. But I could keep my shirt and mask on and give her this fantasy she’d been imagining.
Her fingers found her slick cunt, and she swirled them around her clit. I was mesmerized. This was probably some kind of trap, but I didn’t fucking care. I pulled my dick out and tugged on its hardlength. She watched me, eyes wide as she took me in. I knew I was bigger than the average guy, but she could take me.
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of my cock as I watched her start to fuck herself with her fingers. Fuck, she was such a vision. Better than anything I could imagine.
“If only I knew your name, I could moan it while I make myself come,” she said. What a little tease. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I had to say it made me so fucking proud of her. Watching her like this, finding that fire inside herself that I knew was there, it was such a turn on. They might have tried to break her, but she wasn’t broken. She was still in there. Still a little firecracker despite the horrors she’d been put through. And I didn’t even know the full extent of it.
“Please. Don’t make me beg anymore. Come fill me up. I want to know what you feel like inside me.”
Goddammit. She knew just what to say.
If I fucked her now, would she forgive me later when she found out who I was? It wasn’t my plan to keep her tied up in here forever. Just long enough so I could explain things. But since I couldn’t get my voice to fucking work, it was a slow process. Would she still want me if she knew it was me?
The temptation to say, ‘fuck it’ and give in was unbearable.
Maybe I could give her just the tip. A taste of what we could have together once she accepted me.
I kneeled between her legs and lined myself up with her entrance.Oh, holy shit, she was so fucking wet. Maybe she really did like this. Who knew Delilah had a mask kink? It was hot as hell.
She moaned deep and low, mouth popping open as I teased her clit with the tip of my cock. Fuck, I wanted her. The restraint I had was slipping by the second as I felt her hands find my back. She was pulling me down. If I moved an inch, I would be inside her.
“Please,” she said again, and I broke. Fuck just the tip, she was getting the full ten inches.
My cock slammed into her with a force so hard it shook the bed and rattled her chains. She screamed in ecstasy and it was the most beautiful fucking sound. I gripped her chains with one hand and held them above her head. Then with my free hand, I held onto that delicateneck of hers and peered down into her eyes. She couldn’t see me through the tint in the glass, but I could see every small expression she made. I studied her like I would a specimen, committing everything she responded to into my memory bank.
My hips thrust into her all the way to the hilt, and she clenched so tightly around me, I was afraid that I would blow my load into her before I could make her come.
“More,” she begged, and any doubt that she wanted this was dashed by that one small, desperate word. I went harder, sweat gathering at my temples and sliding down my face.
This was better than all the fantasies I’d conjured up over the years. Her sounds were no match for my imagination. Her body was a million times better than my own hand.
If I really wanted to, I could release my load in her and fill her all the way up. I’d been crushing her birth control pills that I’d swiped from her house into her food every day, disguising the taste in a myriad of spices that she seemed to like just fine.
She trembled beneath me crying out so loud that the sound made my ears ring. Tears glistened on her face, and I wondered if I’d hurt her. Then a smile broke out on those lips of hers and she started moving with me, taking each stroke like she was always meant to.
I was going to fuck her so hard, she’d forget anyone else had even dared to touch this pussy. She belonged to me, and she’d know it after I was finished with her.
CHAPTER 27
DELILAH
Every intimate momentI’d had up until this point had been decided for me. But this? Now? This was my choice. And I knew it all the way down to the tips of my toes. Even as the masked stranger held me tightly by my neck and my chains above my head, I knew that I could say no and he would stop. He would listen and walk away if I asked him to.
I might not have known his name or what his face looked like, but I knew I wanted this. Maybe that was fucked up, but I did. I wanted to make my own decisions for a change. I wanted to be with someone I chose.
With every thrust, I felt more unbound. I’d locked myself up so tightly for years. Existing only in the capacity that I was allowed. It kept me safe. Or relatively so.
As we moved together it felt like that part of me that I’d locked away began to break free. I felt it loosen in my chest and an inhuman scream burst through my throat.
All the times I’d been told to be quiet. All the times I’d had to stuff my thoughts down. All the times I wasn’t believed came rushing to the surface.
That voice. The one I’d kept bottled up for so long had finally emerged. And itwas screaming.
Tears streamed down my face and I turned wild. A ferocity of need consumed me as my masked man fucked me hard and fast. Just like I wanted.
