He clenches a fist at his side. “Safe word?”
“I don’t need one. If you try anything weird, I’ll bite your dick off.”
He starts to laugh but smothers the sound by cupping a hand over his mouth, his eyes gleaming. Dropping his hand, he says, “Give me a word.”
“Fine. Stranger.”
“Stranger?”
“Yeah. That’s what you are. A stranger I’ll never see again. Get on with it before I get bored.”
He frowns, but it dissolves into a smile as he admits, “I think I already hate that I want you.”
“Sorry,” I say, pointing an apologetic toe at him.
He gives me a lazy shrug and takes my foot in his hand, kissing my instep. The touch of his lips on an otherwise completely neglected part of my body has need unspooling in my stomach and trickling to my core. His mouth moves slowly up to my ankle, my shin. He’s crawling up the bed, worshipping every inch of me as he goes, one hand tugging slowly and rhythmically on his dick. No one has ever paid my body attention like this, and I wasn’t expecting it. Didn’t ask for it. Tenderness isn’t what I wanted, and it raises a slew of emotions I don’t want to acknowledge, not least an unexpected urge to cry. I swallow it down, shifting my focus to how turned on I am and blocking all the rest out.
“Don’t be nice,” I whisper, and he nips my calf with his teeth; the sting of pain is just what I need to bring me back into my body.
He continues his path upwards, and my hips jerk when his mouth reaches my inner thigh. I feel him smile against the skin before his fingers tease my entrance.
“Please…” I beg.
He removes his touch. “No. I hate you, remember? I want you dripping and desperate. Your pretty little pussy will have to wait.”
I moan, writhing on the bed.
He straddles me, fisting his thick cock in front of my face. And what a cock it is. His large hand wrapped around the girth of it is almost too much, even for me. It’s personalised porno taken to the next level. Inhaling his musky scent, I lose it, squirming and mewling like a kitten in heat.
He tugs on my lower lip and slides his fingers into my mouth, and when I suck on them, his eyelids momentarily flutter shut again. “You want me to come all over your face?”
I nod.Yes. I want to see him come undone. I want a front row seat.
He slides his fingers out and leans down, bringing his lips to my ear. “You are so fucking filthy,” he whispers. “Is that what you want to hear?”
Heat surges through me, and I buck my hips off the bed. “Yes,” I say on a gasp.
He smiles, appearing smugly satisfied as he shifts so the tip of his dick gently touches my lips. I kiss its smoothness, and when I flick my tongue over the head, the salty taste of his precum fills my mouth. He shudders, looking momentarily agonised.
I take him in my mouth, arching off the bed for a better angle as I suck his huge dick. If I had free hands, I’d fist it at the base, but I don’t. Regardless, my arms strain, the cuffs digging into my wrists, but the discomfort hardly registers.
His hips thrust, small at first and then more forcefully, until I’m gagging, barely able to breathe, tears leaking from my eyes. He grunts and groans, one hand gripping the headboard as his dick disappears in and out of my mouth. “Take it,” he orders. “Take my cock. The whole damn thing.”
I moan on his dick, a needy, desperate ache settling in my core, blood pulsing in my clit. Suddenly, he’s pulling back, and I’m gasping as his fingers settle on the edge of my mask.
I contract, chest crumpling. “Stranger!”
My scream fills the room, bouncing off the walls. He freezes, one hand still fisted around his dick as I gulp down air. I didn’t mean to yell. I hadn’t intended to use the safe word at all, but I couldn’t let him strip me of the one last thing I’m keeping for myself. Not tonight, when I’ve only just escaped a life shackled to another man. My wrists sting, reminding me of the other, veryreal shackles I’m wearing. I probably have abrasions, given how I was straining against them.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, shifting backwards until he’s kneeling beside me as my ragged breathing recovers. “Didn’t see that coming.”
I roll my head sideways to look at him. “Do you mean ‘not coming’?”
He blinks like he has no idea what the fuck is going on, then gives a close-lipped smile at my awkward joke. “That scream really killed it.” He gestures to his dick, which is no longer hard, and we share an amused glance that alleviates the tension a little.
“Sorry,” I say with a grimace. “I’ve never taken the mask off in here. Ever. I thought I was ready, but I’m not.”
“Right. Okay.” He rakes his fingers through his hair, looking anywhere but at me. “You took me right to the edge there.”
