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I close my thighs, swallow deeply, and let out a shaky breath. "You're crazy."
He shakes his head slowly. "No, Jess. The ones that hurt you are crazy because I'm your savior. Your lord. The one you crave and beg for on your knees when you need saving because God won’t listen. Your secret weapon to survive the depths of hell you are in–– the gasoline to your fire. The one that no one will see coming. Isn't that what you need, Jess? Your very own dark demon. A demon you can unleash upon those who have wronged you."
"What the fuck are you?" I ask through clenched teeth, but inside, I'm quaking in fear.
"I'm the anarchy of the Order." He cocks his head. "The secret…no one talks about." He holds his leather-gloved hand like I'm drowning and I need a savior, "Take it. Let me show you."
I hesitate for a second, and I remind myself if he was here to kill me, he would have done it by now. I place my hand in his, and he pulls me to stand. When I put my feet on the floor, I'm reminded of how much taller he is than me. He steps to the side and pulls me toward the mirror over my desk. I can see myself in the reflection. My messy bed-hair frames my face. My lips are swollen from sleep.
I tilt my head to look at him. "What?" I mock.
He stands behind me. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jess," he demands. He tugs on my hair so I don't look away and holds me firmly with his hands, watching the reflection of the bird mask next to my ear. "That is what love looks like." He places the palm of his gloved hand over mine, and I can feel the fine leather like a second skin. He guides my hand to the apex of my thighs over the fabric of my boy shorts. "Come for me. I want you to see what I see when you come. The need you crave that chases the sickness away. Show me, Jess."
“Why?" I croak. My eyes brimming with tears. His words bring out emotions I thought I had buried inside me about the way I view myself.
"Your pain is relieved by my pleasure, and my pleasure is the drug you would secretly die for. The high running through your veins. The feeling that will take you to the place we both meet. The blur. You'll cry when I'm not inside you, giving you what you want. I'm everywhere, Jess. In your head. In your cunt. In that forbidden hole, I have yet to explore. Even when you are with them, I'm inside you. Always. Nothing or no one will ever be able to tear me away from you now that I have claimed you as mine. A soul mate of sorts. Now…show me," he says, his breathing audible from the mask. "Come for me. Break for me, my little Sparrow."
My head falls against his chest as I watch him in the mask. He looks at me through the mirror with the tiny black saucers from his mask like a window peeking into my soul. He lifts my shirt over my head, releasing my breasts and leaving me in in only my boy shorts. My hand slips inside the band, and his hand hovers over mine like I'm teaching him how to pleasure me.
I can hear his breathing through the mask pick up and the stiffness of his cock through the fabric of his pants. I rub the pad of my finger over my clit, and his leather-clad finger is moving with mine, wrapped like a vine rubbing in circles, making me wet. Preparing me for my pleasure.
I rest my head, rolling against his hard chest, breathing slowly. My chest rises and falls in a rhythm. His other gloved hand slowly glides over the skin of my ribs, causing electric currents to pass through me like a storm that is brewing, lighting a fire inside me. The spark I need to fuel the flames. He dips his finger inside me, and I moan. My breasts are high, and my nipples are hard like pearls.
"More?"
I nod, and he does it again, deeper this time. I moan, grinding my hips, seeking more of his thick finger. My finger joins his inside me, and I'm wet, feeling the double penetration. I'm so wet, tiny drops drip down my thighs. I bite my lip, and his other hand rubs lazy circles over the nipples of my breasts.
"You're beautiful. I love watching you. Even in the dark, you shine for me. In your sleep, when your demons try to take you to that place, I will find them and burn them all into ashes for you. I promise, my little Sparrow. When you fall, I'll catch you."
He rubs his hard cock against my lower back, and I think I'm going crazy. I'm letting a stranger do things to me that feel so right. He feels so right. I never knew that fear and pleasure could be so good.
When he pushes deeper, my eyes widen, and I gasp. "More. Please."
He continues to meet me stroke for stroke until I'm on the brink of a climax, but he pulls out, not giving me my release.
"Please," I beg.
He raises his gloved fingers, glistening with my arousal, to my lips, and slides them inside my mouth so I can taste myself. I lick and slide my tongue over and over, licking them clean.
He growls, and I bite my lip. "Remember to do that when you suck my cock, and I paint your pretty face with my cum. In time," he says in a raspy voice. "Do you want to come, Jess?"
"Yes."
"Lie on the bed and show me my cunt."
My cheeks flame, and I look away. "Too harsh, my little Sparrow? You'll get used to it." He taps my ass gently. "Now spread your legs for me. I want to see what's mine. Don't worry, I won't stick my dick in your pussy. When you're ready, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck them all out of you, and the only cock you will be begging for will be mine, like it's your salvation."
I sit in bed, and he waves his hand so I scoot back and part my thighs. He kneels on the mattress between my legs. His hands slide up my thighs. "Open." I let my thighs fall. "Wider," he demands.
My thighs are spread open as far as they can go, wondering what he will do next, hoping he takes his mask off. He slaps my pussy, and the sting mixes with pleasure, causing my throat to release a whimper.
"Play with your tits." My hands slide over my chest to tease my nipples, and he slides two gloved fingers inside my mouth. "Good girl," he says when my lips wrap around the leather, wetting his fingers with my tongue. "I can't wait to taste you, my little Sparrow."
I arch my back and look at the mask. I want to rip it off so I can see his face to match the man's voice. "Taste me," I taunt.
He laughs through his nose. "Clever girl. Soon. Patience. Besides, we have to get to know each other first. Showing you my face will ruin things. It's more exciting this way. I promise you when I let you see me, you won't be disappointed, but I need you to trust me first."
"It is not fair that you can see me, and I can't see you."
