I watch as Harley stands in front of me. I watch his hands as he begins running them from my lips, down to my chin, falling to my neck. Harley raises the mask, just enough to expose his lips, and presses them to my neck. I close my eyes, allowing myself to feel the intensity of each kiss. He sucks on my neck, adding little love bites, and ends with a soft kiss.
I open my eyes and see the reflection of us in the mirror. A deep hickey has already begun to form on my neck.
I can feel myself already soaking my panties as I shift my weight from one hip to the other.
I watch as Harley stalks around me, stepping into the dry shower and pushing the curtain all the way to the side so that nothing is in our way.
Slowly, he slides the mask back over his face entirely, standing behind me. He reaches around and circles my neck with his large hands. I let out a moan, and I hear him chuckle.
He presses his body into mine, and I feel his hard length hit the small of my back. I relax into him and my wrists pull tight against the rod.
“Are you wet for me, princess?” he asks, sliding his other hand towards my core.
“God, yes,” I whine.
His hands come to my center, brushing over my clit briefly. I struggle against the ties, wanting to grab his hand and bring it back to the place I need it.
He steps in front of me, dragging his hand along my torso as if we’re in a dance. ”Ah-ah, princess,” he taunts me, “This is a lesson, remember?”
I let out a whimper as he drops to his knees in front of me. My head drops forwards between my captured arms and I watch. The black eye holes of his mask bore into me, and I know he’s staring into my eyes through the mesh.
I watch as he moves, antagonizingly slow. He removes the mask, sliding it onto the floor. He grabs the front of my tulle skirt, twists it into a ball, and fits it into the waist band of my bottoms. Thankfully, the skirt isn’t too full to obstruct my view. I watch as he runs his nose along my thigh, starting from my knee and stopping right before he reaches the apex of my thighs. I squirm where I stand, trying to swivel my hips to make contact.
Harley lets out a little laugh. “You’re incredibly impatient tonight, pretty girl.”
“Harley, please,” I whine, not caring at all how desperate I sound for him. Iamdesperate for him.
I knew whining his name would be his undoing, because as soon as the last syllable leaves my lips, he bends in, rips my fishnet tights, and moves my black thong to the side—sending one strong stroke up my wet pussy. He lands on my clit and sucks it into his mouth, hard. Pain and pleasure surge through my body, and I feel euphoric. He tongue fucks me until I feel my core tighten.
As if he feels it himself, he rises, grabbing the mask from the floor. He quickly unbuckles his belt with one hand, and slips the mask over his face with the other.
He rounds behind me. “Watch us in the mirror, Ember,” he whispers, and I almost come just seeing the reflection in the mirror.
My all black sexy gothic fairy costume, accompanied by a lust filled face, and behind me his Ghost Mask and his all black outfit.
My eyes are glued to the mirror as I watch Harley lower his head, and he watches through the mask as he enters me from behind. Maybe its the alcohol talking, maybe its the way I’m tied to the curtain rod, maybe its the costumes, maybe its the way I can feel wetness already dripping down my leg—but this may be the best I’ve ever been fucked.
Harley has all the control, and I’m just his fuck doll right now. He pounds into me, our thrusts muffled by the layers of clothes that still surround us.
It doesn’t take long before I feel everything tightening, and I start to lose my breath.
“Harley…” I start to tell him I’m going to come, but I’m quickly cut off.
“EMBER!!!” Ensley’s voice comes through the door, and she jiggles the handle. “Let me in, I have to pee!”
Harley slows his pace and I start to feel myself losing my climax. He bends his head down next to my ear, much like he had before. “Send her away or she’s going to hear you scream my name.”
Oh god.
He increases his pace and his thrusts.
“You’ll have…to use the other bathroom…” I tell her, losing the will to speak.
“Come on, Em!” Ensley knocks again. “Are you okay?” Concern fills her voice.
“I’m fine Ensley, i’ll be out in a couple minutes!” I use the last of my voice, and thankfully I hear a small huff and her footsteps as she walks away.
Harley grabs my jaw and pulls it to the side. My eyes meet his through the mask and he rips it off, crashing his lips onto mine. His movements stutter for just a moment before he gives me two strong thrusts and I come crashing down. He follows me, shoving into me deeper than he ever has before. I come so hard my body locks up, as if I’m holding my breath indefinitely, ecstasy flowing through me. And finally, I go limp. My arms being bound is the only reason I’m not a flustered and freshly fucked mess on the ground.
