Page 18 of Unmasking Her Shadow

“You aren’t going home yet, pup. We still have training to do.”

“Just so we are clear, locking me in a cage is red. This—” I grab onto the collar and clench my jaw. “is really, really fucking red.”

“Noted,” he replies. “But in my defense, I left a note not to go outside.”

He chuckles when I narrow my eyes at him.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t think I would be gone that long. It won’t happen again.”

“Fine, just take it off.”

“Hmm. Not yet. I want to fuck you from behind while you stare out the front door and try your hardest not to get too close to the opening. I wonder if I’ll be able to feel the shock through your wet and needy cunt when you slip from the force of my thrusts.”

The thought of being shocked again has me bolting around him, but his arm darts out to wrap around my waist and I’m thrown to the floor. I put my hands out in front of me, avoiding the broken pottery. Leather-covered fingers thread through my hair, pushing me forward. I fight him. Adrenaline, fear, and panic has my mind forgetting about how pissed I was at him. His cock slides into me with no effort. I’m always wet when he’s near me. He pulls out to the tip and slams into me again, shoving my body forward. I cry out, desperate not to let myself past the boundary. Why didn’t I get dressed? I made this too easy for him. Why is he still dressed? He never pulls his pants down. Only his zipper. So many questions and so many sensations flood my senses.

The sound of a vibrator reaches my ears before it touches my clit. I jerk at the sensation, my neck going through the threshold, and then I’m collapsing onto the ground in a fit of shocks and pleasure. Shadow pulls me back up by my hair, stopping one lightning storm, only for another one to continue happening between my legs.

Holy mother of gods.

I need therapy.

15

Sam

Instead of going home, I go straight to the police department. It seems like the best place to be after being someone’s sex captive for two nights. I showered this morning and put on a long sleeve shirt to cover the marks around my wrists. I may have attempted to pull off Shadow’s mask once…or twice. So I remained there the rest of the time with my wrists either tied together or to the bed frame. My body is exhausted, my pussy is sore, and I think I’m addicted to orgasms now. They used to be rare, like finding a four-leaf clover. You could search and search and never find a single one. Now they arrive as fast and effortlessly as my Amazon delivery driver.

It smells like burnt coffee, paper, and depression when I walk through the doors. The next time I’m here, I should hide some air fresheners. Non-toxic, of course. They’ve already suffered enough. I’m not sure who I am looking for, but I walk around until I find a familiar face. Apparently, I just come and go as I please now. I spot Marlene, an older woman with graying hair and aging skin. Her physical appearance is in stark contrast to the young woman who still lives within her. She does each move as easily as breathing when we are in the gym.

“Sam! What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Marlene. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, dear. Is everything okay?” She takes off her glasses and lays them on the stack of paperwork in front of her.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply, tugging on my sleeves to be sure they didn’t ride up. “If I wanted to find out who someone was, what would I do?”

“Well, we could search our database. What information do you have?”

“I-I don’t have any.”

This was stupid.

“Hair color? Eye color? Build? Skin color? Gender? Facial features?” She trails off questions as I twiddle my fingers.

Very fucking stupid.

“I don’t have any of that information,” I admit softly. “Male.”

“How do you know he is male if you don’t know what he looks like?”

I’m not about to tell her I’ve felt his cock inside of me, but I’ve never seen it, or I would know the color of his cock at least.

“Just assuming,” I mumble.

She studies me, and I force myself to relax.

“I keep seeing someone.” Not a lie. “They wear a hood and their face is always turned away.” Half a lie. They are always looking at me the same way I look at the sunrise each morning. It’s just covered with a different mask each time.