summary I see her. I want her. I'll show her that I'm he only one for her, the only one she'll ever need.
words 3.9
warnings stalking, forced masturbation, (non-)con
an Here's the first part of the stalker series. It's insipred by haunting adelaine and the lords series by shantel tessier. Not bata'd .Please leave a comment how you like it. Happy reading <3
THE HUNTER
Home sweet home. I was on a mission with my company for a couple of weeks but I was back again, walking down the streets. Windhaven exchanged the tents for brickstone over the centuries and became a small town, the base and training camp just on the other side of the river. But I grew up here and I liked everything about it.
The town is a mix of small businesses and mechanics nestled in old brick buildings that once had seen their glorious days. The light of the not-broken street lamps bounced off the cobblestone while kids returned home from playing outside as the sun dipped behind the horizon. But the conditions are still harsh around here, it’s still an isolated mountain town with a rugged and lawless feel to it. Cold winds, rough streets, and people who don’t ask too many questions are constants that remain. Most women in Windhaven are either tied to soldiers or leave early, knowing there’s little future there.
I flip the cigarette between my fingers, glancing at my still bruised knuckles from the last fight and my jacket that is still covered in dust and dried blood that isn't mine.
I blow out the smoke with an exhale and crush the burning filter under my shoe as my best friend comes into view.
Az is already waiting for me outside, leaning against the brick wall of the pub, half hidden in the shadows and lifts a brow as I approach. “You look like shit.”
I snort and pull him into a handshake-hug. "You should see the other guys.”
He glances at my hands and the small bruise on my brow, huffing a quiet laugh. “I imagine they're not walking into the pub for a drink.”
I chuckle. “They’re walking nowhere.” I grin and roll my shoulders, tilting my head until the side of my neck cracks. “Now I need a drink. Something stronger than what we have back at the base.”
Az laughs and nods toward the entrance “Come one, then. I’ll even let you get the first round.”
I groan, pushing open the door and he slaps my shoulder. “Bastard.”
Azriel goes over to our table while I push through the crowd. It’s a tuesday evening and the place is stuffed - unusual for that day of the week. Then I see the reason why the pub is stacked.
She’s incredible.
Her five foot two body is clad in the tight black shirt that all the staff is wearing and it does nothing to hide her curves. Her brown wavy hair has a tint of red and is high up in a ponytail but some loose strands frame her pretty face. She has pouty lips and I wet mine with my tongue, wondering how they would look around my dick. But what draws me in most are her eyes. Brown like a deers but when the light shines onto them in the right angle, they appear even more green. Usual around here but on her they look like the rarest gemstone. They look seductive in a way that brings every man to his knees.
I look at the nametag - it’s upside down but the thick letters read YN. I let it roll from my lips without a sound, testing it for the first time. A gorgeous name for a siren. That’s what she is. It seems that all of her is singing for me, calling to get closer.
At first glance, she’s quiet, reserved and taken aback by the attention of all the male customers. She keeps her head down and doesn’t push back when they get too rowdy. But I notice instantly the way her fingers tighten around a glass when someone gets too close. Her eyes dart around toward the exits and she steps back behind the bar, peeling herself from the hand of that prick that was on her back. I want to break his fingers for touching her. He’s on my list now.
She ignites something deep inside of me. I love that she looks a little lost, a little fragile in that rough bar. I want to watch her and find out what makes her tick. How far she’ll let me push before she shatters. Then I’ll pick up the pieces and puzzle them together until they fit me.
“Hey Carnage.” Feyre greets me with my last name and with a smile from behind the bar. She’s the owner and the wife of my friend Rhysand. She’s busy at the other end and looks to YN, nudging her head, signaling her to serve me first.
YN nods and wipes her hands with a towel and walks past the yelling customers that were there before me. I chuckle under my breath - it’s good to be friends with the boss, it gets your drinks instantly. Always.
“What can I get you?” she asks and her voice hits me like a train. She looks up at me and her gaze roams over me. From the loose buttons of my henley and my broad shoulders back to my jaw where they stay for a little before they drift back to my eyes until they lock with mine. I try to read her mind but her smile hides her emotions. I want to learn what goes on in that pretty little head of hers. Then I’ll use it against her. She leans on the wood and her tits are squished, they’re soft and big enough that they would spill over my fingers if I grabbed them.
I smirk to myself. “Two stouts and two whiskeys, neat.” I tell her and wink and she pushes off the counter to fill two pints, preparing the liquor in between. I fixate her with my eyes and she seems to get smaller under my gaze - pink cheeks, shoulders ducked and looking all nervous. Aww, my girl is flustered. I like it.
I lean on the wood, sunning myself at my accomplishment to have tipped her off. She places the drinks before me, careful not to spill them. She’s good at her job - she even carved the signature ‘W’ into the foam of their home brew stout.
“That makes 10,50.” She announces the price and holds her small hand out, ready to take the banknote.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” I say with a chuckle and take all four glasses in my hands and turn around to make my way over to Az. I don't want to say too much to her, I don't want her to know the baritone of my voice, because I have plans.
“Hey.” She yells over the counter. “Wait.”
I ignore her soft cries and smile to myself. She’s upset that I just walked off and it's cute. Then I hear her rounding the corner of the bar to follow me. Her steps come closer as she pushes past the other men.
Her fingers slide into the crook of my arm and around my biceps, trying to yank me back. My muscles are hard as steel where she touches me and it burns my skin. My cock jerks in my pants. She’s powerless against me and I condescend myself to stop my pace and let her come to stand in front of me, her hand still on my arm.
She’s so small and looks up at me with fire in her eyes, her brows drawn together and a snarl on her pink lips. “Hey, you have to pay for that.”
Her anger amuses me and I smile leisurely at her. I’m ready to see her anger thawing into a submissive pout when I have her beneath me soon. The way she will beg me to gift her with my attention.
“Are you deaf?” She asks and digs her nails into my skin, leaving half-moon marks. A low growl grows in my puffy chest but I remain smiling at her.
Then Feyre calls at her from behind the bar. “It’s alright, YN. He’s a friend of mine. It’s on the house.”
Her doe eyes dart from Feyre back to mine and her hand slips from my arm. I feel cold where she had touched me and I crave it instantly. “Oh,” she breathes but she’s frozen in place, hypnotized by my gaze. “I’m sorry, I didn't kn-”
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” I wink at her again. “You can make it up to me and bring me another round whenever you see my glass is empty.” I let my words drip with arrogance and I like how the wrath flares up in her eyes again. She steps out of my way and gets back behind the bar. I couldn't have come up with a better plan - have her look over to me all the time until she would come over with another beer for me. I don't mind her cold eyes, because I know that soon, she’ll smile every time she sees me.
I slide into the chair across from Azriel, who’s been quietly observing. He leans forward in amusement. “Well, that went well.” one of his brows rises. “She’s new to the town. Came in two weeks ago and nearly begged Fey to let her take the job.”
I only grumbled in response, trying to seem unfazed by the statement.
Interesting. My girl desperately needed a job. But I would find out what brought her here soon enough. Right now, I just wanted to chat with my friend and watch her from afar. I marvel at the way her eyes find mine every other minute. The mix of fear and anger in her posture did something to me. I’m already plotting my next move.
The hours drifted by as Az and I shared drinks and talked. Every now and then, YN would approach the table with refilled glasses. Her eyes flickered nervously and she tried to avoid my gaze, but I didn't make it easy. I enjoyed watching her squirm just a little - the way her fingers tightened around the empty glasses and how her breath hitched when I held her stare a second too long.
Her feelings must be a mix of fury and angst but at the end of the day she’s drawn to me, even if she wouldn't admit it. That kind of attraction is confusing her and it would take time to surface.
Az and I trade a few more words before he rises from his seat, clapping his hand on my shoulder. “I’m heading out. Try not to get into too much trouble.”
I grin and nod, while standing as well. “You know me.”
We wave a hand to Feyre to tell her goodbye and step outside. I see Az leaving and as soon as he’s in the taxi, I cross the street to walk into the park, but I don’t go home yet.
I sit down on the bench, remaining drops from the rain earlier wetten my pants and I turn my head around to watch over my shoulder. The bushes disguise me in the darkness but I have a great view through the large glass windows of the pub. After counting the money, Feyre leaves YN. First thing she does is pull out her tight hair tie and her hair falls over her shoulders. She cleans the floor and the tables and switches off the light, closing up for the night.
She finally steps outside before locking the door behind her. She has a heavy trash bag in her hand and leans to her other side for leverage as she rounds the corner into the dark alley.
My heart rate shoots up and I look around myself, making sure no other soul is there right now as I jump over the iron fence - no time to use the gate. I zip up my jacket and pull a mask from my jacket and cover my head, so only my eyes could be seen. It’s the perfect moment to get her alone. I’ll push her out of her comfort zone and see how far she will let me go.
The sound of my boots is muffled against the cobblestone as I follow her into the darkness. She’s completely unaware of my presence as she swings the trash up to let it fall into the metal bin. Her back is to me and I move quickly and silently. I grab wrists and bring them behind her back, holding them crossed between our bodies with my hand. Before she can scream out for help my other hand comes up to cover her mouth.
My front is to her back, I would love to see the fearful look in her eyes, but this won't be our last encounter. Her breath catches and I can feel the fight in her. She stiffens under my touch and tries to wriggle her hands free but I tighten my grip on her. She tries to yell but my hand muffles her voice. “Hush hush, little bunny.” I say to her with a deeper voice, so she won’t notice it's me.
She trashes against me but it’s no use, she’s too weak but I push her front against the brick wall for good measure - to show her how trapped she is. Her hair is tousled over her face and her cheek scratches against the raw surface. I don't like to see her pretty face getting hurt but it's okay as long as I’m the one doing it.
I lean my head down into the crown of her head to smell her shampoo. She screams into my palm as if she’s disgusted by the contact and I can feel her pulse racing on her wrists. “No one’s going to hear you.” She’s panicking and I enjoy it but I need her to be calm for what I’m about to do.
“Nothing’s going to happen to you.” I whisper in her ear, burying my face in the crook of her neck, leaving possessive kisses there.
She squirms and her eyes try to see me through the curtain of her hair but all she sees is my face hidden by the mask and my dark eyes. She has no idea who I am. Her teeth grind out to bite me and my fingers only drift up to pinch her nose and take away all her breath “Calm, down little bunny. Then I’ll let you breathe again.” I say gently and stop my movements to give her a moment to consider my recommendation.
The restriction of air or her mind - I don't care what’s her reason - but she closes her eyes and her brows draw together while her arms go slack in my hands and her body melts into the stone wall. The shock fades from her and she relaxes, she stops to struggle and scream. She’s caught in the tension that I’m feeding off.
“Good girl.” I praise her and my fingers slide from her nose, letting her suck in fresh air. I hear a little whimper escape through my fingers. My little bunny likes to be called that. Her ribcage fills and heaves against mine and I think she makes peace with being in my custody.
“Nod when you hear me.” I order her and press my body even more into hers. Her hands dip into my thighs, just below my crotch and a prominent bulge presses into her backside. Her eyes fill with tears but she manages to dip her chin.
“We’re alone here, little bunny. No one is coming for your help. But you don't need that. I’ll tell you how that goes now.” I whisper in her ear and she goes eerily still, closely listening to my voice. “Life is about choices, so I’m giving you one.”
She speaks nonsense into my hand and I give it a shake, telling her I wasn't finished.
“One, I’m letting go of your face now and you’ll remain still. You’ll make no sound at all and I’m going to put my hand down between your legs. You’ll enjoy what I give you like the good slut you are. I’ll make you feel good and you’ll come all over my fingers.” I watch her pretty face absorbing my words and she lets her eyes fall shut with a small whimper.
“Two. If you scream, I’ll put my hand on your throat until you faint and bring you into my basement. There you can yell all you want and you’ll be tied up and at my disposal. I’ll do a lot of things to you but won’t let you come. You’ll be there for a whole week.”
Her eyes flash open in panic. Even when she twitches at the thought of being tied up and getting used by me, the idea of not getting to work for a week and probably losing her job makes her comply. “Which one will it be?” I ask roughly and I can see it in her eyes for the split of a second, the uncertainty and fear mixes with curiosity.
She takes a deep breath to calm herself down. I hear her muffled voice in my hand, saying “One.” And a tear drops from her wet lashes.
“Good choice.” I praise her again. I learned a long time ago that I can have anything as long as I praised and encouraged girls to behave the way I wanted them to. And she’ll learn that soon, too. “I’ll let go of your face now. No sound.” I growled and she nodded eagerly, stilling her movements anew.
I gripped her wrists tighter, making clear that she would go nowhere without my allowance before I slowly loosened my hand from her mouth. I let it glide over her lips and let it rest on her slender shoulder, waiting for her reaction. Her lips parted and she took a deep breath and I wondered if she might try to run. But she didn't. She stayed there, trapped in the moment.
I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good girl, I’m so proud of you.” I whispered and let my hand glide down her upper arm and he didn't flinch, her shoulders relaxed as my hand reached her stomach.And that - that - was all I needed. The invitation I waited for the whole evening.
“You’re so beautiful.” I say in a breath and let my hand open her jeans. She inhales sharply as my large hand caresses the skin just over the hem of her lace panties. “Remember. Not a single sound.” I threaten her and she nods before she sucks in her bottom lip. I reward her with my hand, letting it dive down over her underwear. It’s so thin that I can feel her velvety skin on the sides and I reach lower just to the spot where I want to be most.
I’m not surprised, finding them far from just damp. “You’re soaked for me, little bunny.” I knew that she would like what I had in mind for her. Surprising her after a long and exhausting shift. She deserved to get off - to feel good. She bites down on her lip and swallows a moan. I observe her face as I begin to rub my fingers up and down her slit. Her cheeks are red and puffy and a single tear runs down her face. Her head falls back just a bit and I lean in to lick away the tear. It tastes like heaven. I am so turned on by that, my girl letting me collect all her frustration and handing herself over to me.
I push her panties to the side and she exhales. She’s so wet for me and my fingers slide through her folds with ease. Her teeth let her lip escape and a pant falls from her mouth when I finally find her sensitive bud. “That’s my good girl.”
Her clit throbs in answer and I pick up the pace, rubbing and pulling all over her wetness. I don't want any more space between us and press my body further into hers, loving the way she’s been molded just for me. A perfect fit.
The thumb on my other hand draws calming circles on her wrists so at odds with the sweet intrusion that my hand provides between her legs. Her soft pants are only interrupted by breathless moans. Her mind has lost the battle to her body. I know it, because her hips begin to rock into my palm. “You’re so desperate for me.” I state and allow her to seek the friction. My girl can have it her way when she behaves. I can feel her heart pounding wildly through the fabric that separates us.
Her breathing becomes short and bolts of spasm run down her body. She’s shaking and she’s close. “That’s it.” She’s gasping and her skin burns where I touch her. She arches her back before she gets still and let the wave hit her. “Come for me.” I whisper to her and she explodes in my hand.
Fresh tears run down her padded cheek, she’s panting for air as she comes down from her high. I haven’t noticed that she was on her tip toes when she comes down and slumps in herself. I catch her and pull her against me. I let go of her wrists and wring my hand around her throat, not to restrain her air but to keep her close to me. Her free hands reach up and grip on my arm. “You did so good for me, little bunny.” I lean my head on her other shoulder. The brick stone scratched her cheek - it’s a bit red and faint drops of blood blossom there but it won’t bruise much. I place a soft kiss there, hating that my mask is between our skin. I pull my hand from her clit and bring them to her mouth, letting her suck her cum from them. “Taste yourself. You’re delicious.”
My fingers slide out of her mouth and around her waist. She stiffens in my embrace. She came down from cloud nine and reality must have hit her. She’s in a dark alley and a masked stranger just forced an orgasm out of her. Before she can say anything or make bad decisions I say to her. “You’re my new toy now.” I say it as a fact. “You’re going to put your jeans on properly and then I’m going to let you go. You still remember what I said before about screaming?”
She nods as much as my hand around her throat allows her to. “Then you’ll walk home and tell no one about this. Have I made myself clear?”
She nods again and her hands slip from my arm to fasten the buttons of her tight jeans before they fall defenseless to her sides. “Good girl.” Then I pull my hands back and cross them over my chest, puffing my chest again.
She rumbles forward and runs to the corner but she comes to a halt and turns around. Her eyes go wide as she takes me in. She’s frozen. It’s adorable.
I grin under the mask and chuckle. “Now run, little bunny.” I order.
Her chest heaves, she takes another step towards the street and races away.
“See you soon.” I say to myself. I’ll be watching, waiting and hunting.
Forehead-to-floor type begginnnngggg for stalker! Rhys cas AND az oh my goddddd how am I supposed to go about daily life after being shown that, I’m actually near a catatonic state just thinking about it. ORNATE MIRROR HELLOOOOOOO AND THE DREAM INFILTRATION I KNOW THAT NASTY FREAK-WEIRDO’S GONNA START GIVING HER DAYDREAMS TO PONDER ON YES SO YUMMY SO GOOD.
I like stalker rhys I guess……
omgggg stop ittttt..... nooooo..... come on babe, im not gonna share- alright you're twisting my arm fine i guess i have to share more now
uhhh be warned: stalking (duh), non-con, captivity, psychological torment & manipulation, physical abuse, knives, i think thats it idk
this is why i need to not talk about WIPs i wanna keep private, bc i know im gonna end up talking about all of it bc i just cannot keep my horny thoughts to myself when y'all are so willing and eager to hear them ;)
i imagined three separate au's for each of them, bc i think all three of them stalking you at the same time would end up very violent and bloody because i really do not see them being perfectly okay with sharing you. but who knows ;) anyway here's the gist of it:
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Rhysand:
you stop calling them dreams. dreams don't leave you sore. they don't force your hands down your panties for hours on end until you're begging for an orgasm you didn't even want to begin with—only to be denied because you took too long to say please, High Lord.
dreams don't leave glowing runes on your inner thighs, your breasts, your throat. they burn when you disobey. they burn when you think about any male but him. they scorch when you touch yourself without his permission, and your fingers just won't work; your own pleasure is useless unless it's wrapped around the thought of him.
and now you don't even need to be asleep. a flash of violet eyes when you're zoning out in the shower and then suddenly you're on your knees again, eyes glazed, fingers between your legs, saying thank you with spit dripping off your chin. you're forgetting which thoughts are yours and which ones he put there. you don't remember the last time you came without whispering his name. you don't remember what it's like to be alone in your head. he's making you need him. and worst of all? it's working.
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Azriel:
now, you don't see azriel. not really. you see pieces. a note on your windowsill. a lamp on when you get home, when you're sure you turned all the lights off before going to work this morning. a picture tucked into your purse—your body, curled in sleep, your shirt pushed up just enough to expose your soft belly. your mouth parted. exposed.
this goes on for months, and when he finally comes for you, he tries to do things the "right" way. he breaks in one night, silent as breath, and tries to confess. says he's been watching you. that he loves you. that you're meant to be his. but when your mouth opens to scream—
shadows. he vanishes and reappears behind you, a hand clamped over your mouth, a blade cold against your neck, a smile so soft it makes you sick. he tells you you're coming with him.
it isn't terrible. your little cell is warm. clean. there's a blanket you recognize. it's your blanket, from home. but the days bleed together. he wants you to love him, to really, truly love him. but you won't. not when he punishes you for crying, not when he says cruel things with a smile, not when he makes you say thank you after every cut and bruise. he knows it'll take a long time to break you, but he waits. he brushes your hair while you sit in his lap, legs bruised and bound, and tells you how proud he is that you actually ate your food today instead of hurling it at the wall.
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Cassian:
you thought he was flirting. just a big, charming brute who liked seeing you blush. but you didn't realize he was studying you. tracking your movements. watching how your mouth moved when you lied and said you didn't have time to talk. until one night he's in the alley behind your building, hand clamped over your mouth, body all heat and muscle as he hisses a threat about breaking your fucking arm if you so much as think about calling for help. he tells you you're his now, and that you're going to learn. and you do.
you learn not to talk back unless you want to taste blood. and not to look at the door unless you want a black eye. he stays with you for weeks, doesn't let you leave your apartment, controls every inch of your day. and when he finally "trusts" you enough to leave you alone, you try to run out to the street to tell someone, anyone.
but you fail. it was a test. and you failed. he drags you back, snarling the whole way that he trusted you, and how could you do this to him, and after everything he's done for you, this is how you thank him?
you cry and beg to explain yourself but he doesn't want to hear it. not when he's slamming the door shut and yanking you to the floor. "why are you making me do this?" a slap. a shove. you hit the ground hard. "i don't want to hurt you," a sickening crack when his fist connects with your ribs. "i'm trying to love you," another blow. harder. you see stars. "but you never fucking learn." crack.
he beats you until the lights go out, and when you wake up, you're not home anymore. you're in his bed, bound in silk and leather. and he's holding you, telling you it's okay, he forgives you. he bathes you, picks your clothes, your food, your schedule. you kneel by the bed every morning and thank him. if you don't, you suffer. he holds you like a lover, fucks you like a husband, and beats you like a thing he owns when you misbehave. he says you're his pretty little wife, his good girl.
an there will be some description of YN's features. Like I gave her a hair and eye colour in this series. If that's nothing for you, try some of my other fics :)
an here I am after a weekend of speed writing. did some research and had to alter Cassians rank. I’ll correct that in the earlier chapters :) I promise that the there will be more plot in the next chapter, hehe Happy reading <3
THE HUNTER
I glance at my watch. Shit. Just five minutes have passed. This marathon meeting takes forever, just like the one yesterday and the day before. I rub my eyes again. It feels like I haven’t slept in days. Well, actually I haven’t.
As soon as I got back from the assignment I went to YN’s apartment. I dozed off for two hours tops before she woke up next to me on the sofa. All I wanted was to be beside her, knowing that she was safe. I didn’t even plan to sleep with her. But I couldn’t resist her as she straddled me and wanted to be close to me. When we had sex she told me that she loved me. That was what kept me awake for the last couple of days after I came home. Guilt is a nasty trap. My thoughts ran wild and left me restless. How did it come so far? I promised myself that I would make her mine but I could have never hoped that there would come a day that she would feel the same way about me. That she’d want me to hers.
I’m an asshole. I don’t deserve her love. How can she even like me? I only showed her my dark side. There is nothing pretty about it.
Without any sleep I got up and ran into her on her way to her next shift. And she looked so beautiful. Like a warm ray of sun after the coldest winter. I was so out of my mind that I even called her ‘bunny’. She froze for a second when I called her by her pet name. I slipped. That shouldn't have happened. For a second I thought that she would put two and two together, but she just smiled and strolled past me. I have to be more careful.
The voice of my supervisor is muffled as he explains the review of the assignment we just came back from. I have to concentrate. Keep it together, Cass!
We had a lead that a woman was caught by a group of extremists. An instant extraction was necessary. There was an explosion which led to them escaping. We were able to get her out, but she was severely injured. We rushed her to the hospital. An hour later the doctor said that I was too late. She was gone. I’m not an emotional guy but it always affects my mood when innocent people are harmed. My mind runs wild with all the possibilities of how we could have saved her. The staff said that the woman stammered something along the lines of ‘He’s coming for her’.
There was a quick investigation where the team found out that the extremists were just one guy. Who the hell is he? We’ve been following his trail of destruction for a good month and I can’t comprehend how he was able to pull so many strings and cause so much damage all on his own. Who is he hunting? Why does he make such an effort for one person? Perhaps a drug deal went sideways and now he’s looking for her to get his money back. Maybe she’s the head of a rival. Or he’s just a maniac who’s on all kinds of stuff and wants to start some trouble. But the kidnapping of the girl and his attacks before are speaking another language. For fucks sake I have no idea. The investigation team will handle it.
My supervisor claps his hands and dismisses us. My vision blurs as I stand up. I have to go home and catch up on some sleep. Just a couple of hours before I see my bunny tonight.
THE PREY
The blue check marks mean that he saw my messages, right? My hands are clammy as I scroll upwards. Last time I saw Mask he told me that he liked it when I messaged him. That was four days ago. Since then, I’ve sent him countless pictures throughout the day. I was finally able to snatch a picture of the bird that visits my window on a regular basis since I leave breadcrumbs on my windowsill. I found some of my favorite chocolate on the doormat – Mask must have had it delivered to me, because he usually leaves presents on my dining table. While I was curled up on my sofa I ate the whole bar in one go, snapping a picture of the crumpled wrapping. There are some pictures of the baked goods that he bought for me on my favorite plate just minutes before I sent him the following with an empty plate. I’m sure he has cameras installed in my apartment but I couldn't stop rearranging the candles around the tub filled with bubbles before I captured the image. I always made sure to send him a pic of me in bed, wishing him good night.
“You’re here!” I yelp as I see him coming through the door, slipping the cell Mask gave me into my back pocket.
His eyes crinkle as he stretches out his arms. I wring my hands on my apron before rushing around the bar to greet him with a hug and I fall into his embrace.
“How’re you doing, love?” He murmurs in my ear, so only I can hear him. His cologne stings in my nose like usual and his stubble from this morning's shaving rubs against my cheek as he plants a kiss on my cheek before letting me go. And I nod eagerly. “You’re looking good.” He assesses me, his face warming as he sees that I’ve put a healthy weight on back again and my cheeks are fuller than the last time we saw each other. Thanks to Mask. I would have never thought that having a stalker taking care of me would have that effect. “‘You making some trouble?”
“Trouble is her second name!” Feyre yaps at us from the other side of the bar.
“Not true!” I bark back with a sing-song in my voice as I wave her good bye, watching her leaving with her husband hand in hand.
“I’m fine dad. Everything is alright. I thought you'd come around and visit me tomorrow!”
“Took an extra day off for my little girl.” He explains and smiles at me warmly while his palms run up and down my upper arms.
“I’m happy you’re here.” I chime. I haven’t seen my dad in months. Besides him being away while on assignments, my ex always forbade me to invite him to our ‘shared’ apartment. He always demanded that we’d visit my dad at the little cottage, where I grew up. My ex liked the control of being able to end our stay and pull me out of my dad’s life again. I was never allowed to see him more than twice a year.
But now that I’ve built a life here, I thought it was the right time to ask my father to come see me. Show him what I’ve been able to accomplish on my own. Well, Mask had a great doing in that but I’m not telling him that I’m seeing someone. Not that I’m allowed to in the first place.
I round the bar again as he sits down in one of the high chairs right in front of me. “What can I get you?”
“A stout and whiskey, neat.” He mouths silently. I ignore the other guests and pour him the liquor from the top shelf. “A treat on the house.” I wink at him and grin. The extra shifts during the last weeks give me a little room to be generous. I haven't seen my dad in so long and that’s the least I can do.
Between serving the other guests I chat with him about everything that we missed in each other's lives. He explains in detail how he’s been able to renovate our cottage – new wires all throughout the house, he repaired his classic car which is running now like it’s brand new and the hedges are trimmed – the neighbors started talking.
“I left your room untouched. In case you want to come home sometime.” He offers me. I adore that he still keeps my room as it was. A part of me misses my old home, but I love the life I build for myself. I like it here.
I have an honest job – making good tips and keeping my money for myself. I like my apartment. When I started renting it it was kind of dodgy, but now… it feels like my own entirely. Sets of fresh towels and fruity candles and a fresh color on the walls. The fridge is stocked with all kinds of food I have wanted to eat during the last few years – homemade lasagna with extra cheese, iced tea with real sugar in it, the best baked goods in town. There is a tub that I use at least three times a week with bubbles spilling over every time, making the floor slippery, but I don’t care. I smile every time when I see the blooming flowers on my table that haven’t been there when I left. My bed is comfy and I feel safe. Safer than I’ve ever felt before. Just now I notice that more than half of the things that I enjoy most in my new apartment were Masks doing. The fresh bouquet of flowers on my table, the bedframe that he built for me and the cake in my fridge are the items I look forward to most after a long shift. My heart leaps at the thought of him. He’s taking care of me.
When I came home yesterday there was a sturdy hook anchored to the ceiling with an unpacked hanging basket beside it. Instead of the lovely furniture, there was a rope and the anal hook attached to it. My clit jerks at the thought of how the cool metal felt inside of me while I tried to balance myself on my tip toes. The memories of my skin dewed with sweat from the thrill of his hand whacking down on my ass before he rewarded me with his dick filling my pussy bleeds into my mind and I have to bite my lip to keep me from smiling.
I was so worried when I hadn't heard from him in so long. Radio silence.
But when he came back all my feelings resurfaced and crushed me like a tidal wave. I know it was the euphoria of my orgasm that made me say that I loved him.
But it wasn't an offhand thought and it definitely wasn’t a lie. While he was gone I felt so alone, like he just forgot about me. My thoughts ran wild, hot and cold, looking for a mistake I made, that it was my fault that he left me. But then he was there again, that night I fell asleep on my sofa, an old shirt from and his towel that kept his scent, keeping me company like every night when I was alone. It soothed my mind.
It was just the cherry on top that made me speak those three words. For weeks, he proved that he was there for me and took care of me in more ways than anybody else ever had. Ever. I wish that I could have seen his face when I said that. I wanted to look into his beautiful eyes and see his reaction. But now that I think of it… maybe it was better this way. He didn’t say it back after all. But somehow I don’t care. It’s not because I wanted to hear it back. I just wanted him to know. After all this time, he deserved to hear how I really feel about him. He deserved to know that he is loved by someone. That I would go any distance to show him that he’s worth so much.
But who am I lying to? There is a part deep inside of me that still hopes to hear those words from him. All I’m hoping for is that I can be to him what he is to me. Maybe one day. But I would never pressure him into telling me about his feelings just because I said something to him. I’m content with our relationship – if we can call it even that – being onesided. Him using me for his pleasure, and me taking whatever he’s giving me is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a fulfilling relationship with another man . Yes, Mask is demanding and harsh. But he makes sure that I’m satisfied and he likes to play with me. He takes pleasure in my pleasure and I get drunk on his lust without fail at all times.
I have gotten so much from that connection… I’m just happy to be me right now. Tears sting my eyes as I notice that I haven't been happy in years. And if the price is loving him unconditionally, and him not loving me back I’m okay with it. I’m eager to take it. Take everything that he offers to me as long as he wants to have me as a part of his life. I want to be everything that he wants – submission to the role he puts me in.
I have to thank him for everything that I am right now. A step further towards the person I want to be. I can eat what I want and when I want… and how much I want. I can come home late if I want – having an ‘end of the shift’ drink with Feyre or two whenever I please without feeling guilty. I can wear what I want – all the glittery tops that were collecting dust in the depths of my closet. I can wear them now every day. Sometimes he told me to wear them and I’m happy to oblige. I want to please him and make him happy. But the best thing is. I can smile again. And Mask did that to me. That is something my dad doesn't miss. His loving glances do not go unnoticed by me.
Dad looks at me the same way as when I was a kid and was bowing after performing a play in elementary school. His sharply bright eyes look the same as when he was applauding the loudest and clapping his hands above his head in the first row when I peeked his way through the rays of the spot light. It makes me proud of myself. Showing him that I am able to go my own way now, after all these years in the darkness that he knows nothing about.
I giggle at his classic dad-joke that I heard at least a hundred times before when I hear the doorbell jungle, just enjoying being his daughter and him being happy to make me laugh. My head snaps to the door and my eyes lock with Cassian’s.
THE HUNTER
I have watched her for at least ten minutes from outside while smoking and burning the filter. But enough is enough. This guy in front of her constantly engaged a conversation with her and her body language never told him ‘no’. His shirt looks freshly pressed and his trousers are brand new. Short trimmed gray hair and his piercing eyes narrowed down on her like he’s a hawk watching her every move. It reminds me of myself. But he looks at her in a different way, like he’s known her for years, like he was her daddy before me. Yes I’m jealous. I’ve got to end this.
She’s my girl.
Mine.
He must be at least twenty-five years older than her. He nurses a whiskey while she smiles at him like he’s the only one she sees in the whole pub. She focuses solely on him even when she prepares orders for other customers. Always smiling, always laughing at his remarks like they’re old friends. Did she get a sugar daddy while I was on my assignment? I know I’ve been gone for a while but was that enough for her to peel off the collar I tailored to fit her exactly? Bold of her to seek another man’s attention while she knows that I might be watching. That’s so out of place for her. When I made myself known to her in the alleyway weeks ago, when I made her mine for the first time she was as shy as a deer. I would never think of her as someone who would approach men like him.
I can’t watch this anymore. I barge in, making my presence known by swinging the door so loud that it rattles the glass. Her head jerks towards me and she raises an eyebrow as if telling me to keep it down. I love how feisty she can get. I plaster a smile on my face and nod at her in greeting before my eyes slice towards the old guy that would not leave her alone. I’m burning up as my instincts yell at me to protect her. It makes my heartbeat accelerate. The adrenaline makes the blood rush in my eardrums deafeningly. Time stops for a moment when our gazes meet. I order my body to move towards the bar.
Like a figurine on the chessboard, I sit down next to him – check mate – threatening to take him down no matter where he would move next. My hands are spread out wide on the bar, marking my territory, invading his space. I’m trying my hardest to ignore his icy stare but YN’s fingernails are clicking against the wooden counter. She’s annoyed with me and it pushes all my buttons, pulling me out of my focus.
“What do you want?” Her annoyed voice replaces everything else in the room.
My eyes lock with hers and my heart stops for a moment. She puffs her chest, showing off her glorious tits, even if they’re decently covered by her shirt. One of her eyebrows is raised – it’s cute – and she leans on the counter like she can’t wait to take my order to send me my merry way. I don’t miss the curve of her luscious hip, knowing I put that weight there by encouraging her to eat the cake I leave for her at every opportunity. My mouth waters thinking of my fingers sinking into her plush body, bending her the way I want, waiting for her whimper when I press my fingers down. I like the thought that I am the only one who knows where she has the bruises on her body beneath her clothing. They match my hands. It makes my cock hard. I grin at myself proudly. I marked her as mine and I consider ripping her uniform off of her to show her off and tell everybody that it was me who claimed her. But I’d never do that. No one gets to see her like I do.
The way she angles her pretty head tells me that it’s the last chance for me to get a drink. I have to restrain myself from looking the pervert's way when I answer her. “The usual, sweetheart.”
She. Is. Not. Your’s. She. Is. Mine.
I hope he gets it. If not, I’ll catch him in the dark after he leaves the pub.
“Coming right up.” She rolls her eyes and turns around to prepare my drinks. The man leans back in his chair. Probably to get a better look at me. Good. Now he can see that I’m not someone to tamper with. He looks cool and lean and calculated, like he had seen men like me a hundred times. But he’s way older than me and I know I’d win that fight. I can feel his gaze roaming over my body – analyzing where my weak spots are. Like a mountain lion assessing its prey.
She places my drinks in front of me without making eye contact. It’s the exact same the old guy next to me has. I curse myself that we have the same taste. Usually I get along with people who drink the same as me. But the way he looks at me makes me agitated and rigid, my body going alert.
She turns around to wipe some glasses like I’m not even there in the first place. At least it gives me a good view of her rear.
My rear.
Goosebumps ripple over my skin. That’s all I get? She hasn't seen me – as Cass – for weeks, minus our quick encounter the morning after I got back. Actually I hoped that she would at least make a comment about the halloween party. This night was different, she opened up to me. But she seems to ignore that.
I make no move to pull out my purse, as usual. Instead I get comfortable in the seat right next to the guy, stretching out my elbows to occupy his space.
He clears his throat, mumbling under his breath but loud enough for me to hear. “In my days, we said ‘thank you’ and paid the ladies behind the counter.”
“Excuse me?” I snarl at him.
Her head snaps around like a bomb just got off inside the pub. Eyes wide and staring me down as if I just murdered a puppy right in front of her. She looks me up and down like I am out of my mind.
Her glance shifts to the guy next to me like she fears what will happen next. Like she’s pleading for him to take it easy on me. I ignore him while my eyes lock with hers. The leather of his seat squeaks as he sits up straight and he’s squaring his shoulders.
“It’s okay, dad. He’s a friend.” She says calmly like a peace dove as her eyes dart between me and him. “Calm down Carnage,” she orders me with a glare. “Get a grip.”
My eyes go wide at her words.
Dad? This guy is her dad?
My eyes meet his and he has the same expression on his face as I.
“Carnage, as in Cassian Carnage?” The guy asks curiously.
I nod and look at him. Really look at him. I see the sharp flicker of her eyes in his face. The same hairline, the same kind of wrinkles between her eyebrows, the shape of her face and the curve of her nose. No question. She’s his daughter.
“You’re Colonel YLN?”
“Who else could he be?” I hear her annoyed voice before she trots off to serve the other people around us.
“Major Carnage!” His face lights up, the grim expression gone. The hatred that he looked at me with is smoothed out with adoration and a welcoming smile spreads his lips, showing off his perfect teeth with the same grin she has. The same single canine that stretches one side her upper lip.
He turns towards me, his shoulders falling as he extends his hand to greet me. I grab his hand, matching his grip as we shake hands. Firm and proving that I should not tempt with him. He smiles. “Pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Grade A cadet with a meteoric career. A steady team with a lot of discipline. Impressive strategy on your last mission.”
The shock rattles my bones. Right in front of me sits the man who I aspire to be. He is a legend in the military. His missions are known to be flawless. Never had a failed assignment. He pushed his team so high, they’re gods to us.
“How do you know my little girl? How did you two meet? Let’s hear it.” He cheers and clinks my glass before downing his drink.
Funny! I’m sure he doesn't want to know the whole story. But what should I tell him? Well, I saw your daughter behind the counter and knew that she was the one. I stalked her and fingered her in the alley behind the pub – making her want more. Since then, I've been visiting her every night I can, showing that her mind and her body belong to me. I made her mine in the worst way and I plan to stay with her. Forever.
But that is nothing for the wedding vows.
Instead I go with. “She was the bar maid one day, and she yelled at me for not paying.” I say flabbergasted, hoping he doesn't notice that I’m keeping it a secret what happened after that.
He breaks out laughing. I’ve never once in my life heard that Mr. YLN was able to smile, let alone laugh. And it sparks something inside of me. Just then I notice YN staring at him. At us. It’s like she never saw him enjoying himself before today.
THE PREY
Dad laughs, clapping Cassian's shoulder like they’re old friends. He’s always been very reserved around new people – his demeanor never thawed, not once. That is crazy! My world spins as I serve all the other customers, eavesdropping at their conversation.
Yes, my dad smiled and laughed and joked with me. Besides me, he did that with his two old friends that he had since before I was born when they took me along their fishing trip.
They chuckle again and lean back in their chairs.
Dad is just himself. I wonder how Cass makes him do that. Around here. Around me. In the pub – He was never a person who liked to be around many people – it’s a challenge for him to get here. To surround himself in a new environment with so much noise and strangers. I haven't missed his glances at the nearest exit ways and the group of guys who were on a mission for their stag-do.
How does it come that he’s this chill around Cass? By the way, Cass is a jerk and a pain in my ass. Well, he was until the halloween party. He gave me a glance of another side of him. I know that deep down he’s a good guy. With his heart in the right place. His morals align with mine and if you look past that sexy-firefighter-front I’d say he is decent. I think about it for a second and notice that he’s been way nicer to me. Always cheerful and joking and … gentler than before.
My eyes drift to him, it’s like the lights go down, just leaving him in focus. His mannerisms are so similar to dads. Must be the army. I wonder what he’s like when he’s on duty. After all, he’s high in rank as a Major. I know he’s leading a specialized task force. He’s got a lot of responsibility for his team and I’ve never seen him injured or beaten down after he came back from a mission. So, he must be really good at what he does, right?
My panties dampen. I admit that that’s hot. Daddy issues incoming. How embarrassing. His eyes meet mine for a moment and he winks at me before focusing on my father again. I bite down at my lip as his shirt stretches around his shoulders and buffy arms. The thick veins that run down over the back of his hands remind me of something else.
Keep it together YN!
I can never let him know that! Firstly, because it would get to his head, I’d never hear the end of it. And secondly, because there is a certain someone who doesn't like competition. Not that Cass is any competition to Mask.
Dad tries to hide a yawn, his eyes are glassy. I grab my purse, fishing for my keys and slide them towards him. “You don’t have to wait up for me, dad. Go to my apartment, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I promise, gesturing to the cheering crowd of the pub.
He folds his arms in front of his chest while his eyes dart between the keys and me as if asking if I’m sure.
The temperature seems to drop and the air buzzes with his distrust. Just then Cass says sincerely and so fast like he prepared the whole evening to say that line. “I’ll make sure to take her home, sir.”
My father considers his offering and snatches the keys from the bar before he stands up like the alcohol never had a chance to affect him. He steps into Cassian, one hand on his shoulder. He leans in and I can see his lips moving as he whispers. “If anything happens to my girl, it’ll be on you.” His hand presses down in a vice-like grip on Cass the threat doesn't miss its mark.
Cassian squares his shoulders. “Understood, sir.” He answers and looks sternly at my dad, confirming that he’s serious about the situation.
The furrow in my dad’s brows melt and he grins at Cassian. “Good lad.” He says it as a goodbye and I observe the door closing with the usual jingle as he leaves. Cassian watches him go and his tense shoulders fall when dad is out of sight. Then he turns to me and our gazes meet.
“Your dad’s in town?” Cassian frowns like I should have told him that.
“Yes, he’s staying with me for a couple of days. I haven't seen him for a while. Problem with that?” I snap at him. I have no idea why I’m so agitated. Maybe I’m just mad that I noticed again how handsome he is.
“No problem at all.” He chuckles and swirls the remaining liquor in his crystal glass.
Shortly after that, I call the last round. While I begin to clean, Cassian makes sure to hush everyone out. As soon as we’re alone he helps collect the soaked coasters and puts up the chairs while I mop the floor.
He’s waiting patiently as I count the money to put it in the safe and turn all the lights off. “Thank you.” I smile softly as he holds the door open for me to step outside.
“You don’t have to take me home, Cass.” I say, closing up.
“I promised your dad that I’ll take you home.” He crosses his arms, towering over me, like he could win that argument with just that.
I round the corner to the back alley, throwing the half-empty trash into the bin. “I’m a grown up girl. I can take care of myself.” I turn around and catch him yawning. Something inside of me shifts. I don’t see the major or the man that makes my heart jump for no reason at all. Just then I notice the dark circles under his eyes and his slack shoulders. My heart splits, he’s barely keeping himself upright – as if he brought up all his strength just to stay awake for me this evening. I want to ask him how his last assignment went. If he was successful and if he beat the bad guy. But I know he’ll never tell me any details about it. Always the professional. At the same time there is a nagging drill inside of my head that thinks of the things he usually does at night, after leaving the pub. And with whom.
Maybe he just had a fun night with a woman. A long night of fun with another woman. There is this nagging feeling again, making me angry while thinking of him taking some girl home. I wonder what he would say to her. What he’d whisper in her ear to make her comply. How he would shut the door before his fingers trace down her arm before ripping the clothes off of her. Would he be gentle? Or rough? Would he kiss her and tell her how beautiful she looks undressed? Would he take her just where they are or would he lay her down on the bed and make her come on his tongue first? Or would he spit in her mouth and tell her to suck his cock like an obedient whore?
I get furious with myself for imagining all those things. For imagining myself in her place while letting him do whatever he desires. My memories flash pictures of him in his firefighter costume – half clothed, smeared with soot and his tanned skin glistening with sweat. The tats that cover his body. His broad shoulders and biceps, the width of his lat and how his pecs and abs would rise and fall, begging to be nibbled at. How his pulse would thrum beneath my lips when he’d groan my name. He’d leave a trail of clothes behind and pull up his hair into a bun before he’d get into action. I imagine his calloused hands drifting over my heated skin, making me yearn for him.
Stop.
This isn't right.
I have Mask.
I love Mask.
What is wrong with me for picturing Cassian doing all those things? Yes he’s handsome and since the first ime I’ve met him he’s proven to me that he’s a good friend. But there is nothing more. There can’t be anything more.
His muscles flex as he yawns again and there is this feeling of pity pulling at my heart. I want to wrap him in a blanket, put my arms around him and whisper that it’s okay to fall asleep.
What the fuck?
“I’m serious, Cass. You’re so tired you can’t even keep your eyes open. Go home and sleep. I’ll be okay.”
His eyes are glazed over as he drops his hand from his face. “You sure? After all I promised your dad–”
“Yes, I’m positive.” I say running my hand up and down his arm soothingly like I’ve done that a hundred times before. Like I’m used to touch him. I pull my hand back like he’s on fire. If Mask sees me touching another man he’d strangle me. But not in a good way.
I look around and see nobody watching us. I breathe out. “Good night.” I say to him with a tight smile and leave, rounding the corner and begin to walk home.
MASK
I yawn for the third time in under ten minutes and she leaves before I can say anything else. She vanishes behind the corner and I’m awake like I’ve never been before. I peek around, making sure nobody is watching even if my eyes burn red from the sleep deprivation. My plan on acting tired worked and she left me standing there. But I won’t break that promise I gave her father.
There is no way I’m getting into her apartment tonight. I’ll have to catch her beforehand. I dig into my pants and unlock my car, jumping in and pulling it out of park. I keep the lights off, while following her for a couple of streets. I drive past her and kill the ignition before getting out as silently as I can in a street where all the lights in the windows are out and no lanterns reach her. Shedding off my jacket and spraying the cologne she knows onto my new shirt, I pull the mask over my face as I wait for her to get closer to me.
Her heels echo off the brickstone walls, slicing through the silent night as she marches down the street. I don’t even have to look where exactly she is.
She kept me on my toes tonight. The anger I felt when she talked to that man was overwhelming. Finding out he was her dad gave it a whole new turn. I had to look good. I wanted to be good. Good enough that he would allow me to be near his daughter. To be with his daughter. Not that I have met any dad of a sling before. Shit I hope he likes me. That he’d consider me good enough for his daughter.
I’m sure it’ll give me nightmares as soon as I fall asleep. Not being able to give her what she deserves. But I push that away.
I follow her for a few steps. She just walks and isn't suspicious of anything, too confident, like she’s inviolable.
I’ll teach her to watch her steps.
I grab her in a swift motion, pressing her back to my chest. One hand over her lips to muffle her scream, the other one locking her arms to her middle, so she has no room to defend herself as I pull her off the ground and drag her to my car. Her legs kick out but it’s no use. I left the door to the back of my car open and throw her inside, locking the door behind me. The glasses are blacked out. No one can see us. Before she can yell for help I place my hand over her mouth once more. “You're alright bunny. It’s me.” She stills when she meets my eyes and melts instantly, her fingers not digging into my skin anymore. Her eyes begging for forgiveness for fighting me in the first place.
I flip her around and sit down. Her front lays square over my thighs before I make sure to not rip her pants, just pulling them down, leaving her ass exposed.
“You wanna go home alone?” I ask her with a sneer and my palm smacks her bare ass.
Whack.
“You think no one will notice you?”
Whack.
“You think no one could snatch you?”
Whack.
She yelps at every hit she takes. I make sure they’re harder than usual. She should have never said no to Cass. She’s making herself vulnerable by walking around alone at night.
Whack.
She flinches and I can tell that tears are streaming down her face. Good.
Whack.
“You’ll learn to not walk home alone ever again.”
Whack.
I run my hand over her ass cheeks soothingly, they’re hot from the sting of my hand. I do that to give her a false hope of the reprimand being over before I slap my hand down on her again and again until she’s a sobbing mess. Cries of ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I’ll never do it again’ bleed into nonsense and hiccups. She’s so overwhelmed that she doesn't even try to escape me. Just how I like it. Because there is no escape. I’d find her everywhere. I’d never let her go.
I take pleasure in spanking her and my chest rumbles when I notice her scent riding up. She’s getting wet from her punishment and it makes me hit her harder again. She whimpers and bites her lip, knowing that she shouldn't make a sound. I trained her to keep it together.
“What did you do wrong?” I ask her in a harsh tone while massaging her ass softly, not shy of grazing her tight hole as often as I want.
“I–” she stammers and sounds so lovely I want to give in already. “I wanted to– to go home a-alone.”
I smack her ass again and she moans softly. “Good girl.” But I’m not finished with her.
“Will you do it again?” I ask feigning a hit and she flinches.
She shakes her head crying into the backseat.
Whack.
“Words.”
Her hiss dampens down into a moan. I let the dopamine ride her body and wait for her answer while stroking her skin, waiting for her answer. “I’ll n-never walk home a-alone again.” I let my finger graze her soaked pussy, letting her think I’m about to give her what she yearns for the most.
“That’s my bunny.” I praise her and grab her by her hair, forcing her to her knees in front of me in the spacious backseat. Her hands lock behind her back without me saying anything. She looks up at me with those beautiful wide eyes and lets me see into her soul, finding nothing more than desire and want. Even in the dark I can see her eyes are shot red with tears, her makeup smeared and her clothes in all the wrong places. She looks so gorgeous, looking at me like that. Pushing her shirt down, I expose her tits and begin to play with her nipples. Pinching down hard but she keeps holding my stare. I know I can be harsher with her when she looks into my eyes. I’ve twisted her enough that she can take more while looking at me, wanting me to know she can take whatever I want. Wanting me to know that she belongs to me.
Only me.
Only Mask.
I grab her chin, my fingers digging into her plush cheeks. “Open your mouth.” The order comes out like a thread and she obeys instantly, stretching out her tongue.
Without warning, I push two fingers down her throat, making her gag from the intrusion. “Take it!” I slap her cheek for choking. Not too harsh, I’d hate to see my fingerprints on her lovely face but hard enough that she knows that I’m serious.
My fingers disappear between her lips. In and out. She lets me in, allowing my fingers to get deeper and deeper with every move. Her mouth waters and tears run down her heated cheeks. Saliva trails out of the corners of her mouth and drips onto her perky tits. It’s a sight for sore eyes. I wish I had that polaroid camera with me.
Her eyes roll back into her head and I know she’s enjoying herself too much. I pull my fingers from her mouth. “Belt.” I command and she keeps her hands behind her back like a good girl. Her head dips down into my crotch, trying hastily to unfasten my belt with her teeth. I help her a little bit. I’m no monster.
My cock springs free. It’s angry and drips with precum. It’s taking everything in me to resist my bunny. All I want is to bend her over and fuck her into the seat but that wuld be too easy.
I grab the back of her neck and make her eyes lock with mine. “See how easy it is for anybody to take you?” She’s so far off but she nods after a couple of seconds like she’s in a trance. She rubs her thighs together, trying to get any friction. My girl is trying to get off on just that. How sweet.
My feet nudge her legs, spreading them as far as possible. I can’t wait to see the chafe of the velcro floor mat on her knees. She dares to whimper as I’m foreboding her the pleasure. This is not about her getting off. This is about her learning to make sure she’ll be only my whore. This is a punishment after all.
My instincts pull at me restraints. I want to hug her and tuck her into my chest. I want to shake sense into her for even thinking of trying to walk alone at night. I want to make her come so hard she’s thinking about my cock every moment of the day. I want to take everything from her so she’s my mindless doll, only being able to exist when I’m with her. I want her to choose me as her only thought. I want to strangle her and make sure I see that special light in her eyes just before her consciousness gives out. I want to kiss her until her lips only know my name.
“Show me how sorry you are.”
Before she can take a breath I fist her hair and push her down on my cock. I groan at the feeling of her hot mouth sliding onto me. Her plush lips stretch around me until the corners crack. She swirls her tongue and makes that move I have no words for while desperately trying to suck my dick and hold back a choke. Her saliva is coating me, giving her way to operate as she pleases. She moans around me and my cock jerks from the vibration. My little bunny enjoys giving me what I need. Her whimpers and moans are muffled but they make me even harder. Her training paid off. She knows how I like it and it gives her the power. I’ll let her have it for the moment. My head falls back and my hips jerk against her mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think of everything else but ler lips wrapped around my cock, I’m too close already. The sounds she makes are borderline criminal – whimpering for more.
I decide that she deserves a reward.
I sit up straighter and reach over her shoulder. My hand traces down her back. I massage her ass and she gets more desperate when I move her panties to the side. Her breathing becomes unsteady and the pace of her mouth bouncing up and down my cock is relentless. I don’t have much time left.
As good as her mouth is, I constantly dream about fucking her other holes. I want to be inside all three of them at the same time – all the time. My thumb collects the saliva that pools on her tits. She can’t take me as deeply as before because I’m leaning forward to massage her hole. She’s so soft there.
I rub delicate circles and the pace of her mouth falters while she whines around me. She moves her hips, trying to fuck my finger into her. She feels so good, I’m losing my mind. I push past the barrier and groan as she lets me in. My breathing becomes erratic and my head spins. I can’t control it anymore. With a final moan she pushes her face down on my crotch as I explode into her throat, pumping my seed down her throat as if trying to plant the most beautiful flower inside of her. My head falls back with a groan while my heart pushes the blood through my chest like a rollercoaster.
Our eyes lock when her mouth slides from my cock and she smiles so innocently while licking her lips, to keep everything that I just gave her. My hand cups her cheek and I let my thumb run over her lips. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Like an angel that sings just for me. “My little bunny.” I praise her and get lost in the moment. It’s just me and her and there is something raw. Something I’ve never felt before.
I help getting her dressed before I stuff my cock back, locking it behind the belt like a caged animal running wild on rabies. I’m ready for another round, but she had a long day. I’ll catch her again tomorrow. The nod I give her has her climbing over the seat, getting comfortable in the front. I make quick work, stepping out and falling behind the wheel. The car comes alive as I turn the keys before putting my hand on her thigh as I pull out of the parking space.
Just a couple of minutes later I park in front of her apartment building.
Her fingers graze the handle to open the door as she whispers. “Thank y-”
I reach over and slam the door shut again. It’s a command to stay right where she is.
I get out of the car and round it, opening the door for her. She looks up at me with a glitter in her eyes and it makes my heart stop. I stretch out my hand for hers and her soft fingers find my palm. Helping her out she wears the softest smile on her lips, like she’s shy. Like she didn't even suck my dick like a desperate slut just five minutes ago.
I tower behind her as she unlocks the front door and stay on her heels until we’re reaching the door of her apartment. She turns around and whispers softly. “Thank you for taking me home. I’d invite you in but-”
“Your dad’s with you.” I end her sentence. Wonder washes over her face. She’s asking herself how I’m able to know that he’s staying with her.
She nods with a smile and gazes up at me with longing, her eyes bouncing between my eyes and my lips that are still covered by the mask.
Fuck I can’t resist her.
I lower my head, pulling the mask up just enough before I let my lips graze hers. She kisses me softly and I swear I’ve never been closer to heaven. I can’t stop kissing her. She’s like a drug. Like the oxygen I breathe. I can’t help but moan into her mouth. My hand cups her delicate neck, peeling her from me too soon. The mask rolls down on its own just before her eyes open up again.
“Good night, bunny.” I whisper.
“I’ve missed you.” Her words come in like a prayer and my heart melts. “Good night, Mask.”
summary I see her. I want her. I'll show her that I'm the only one for her, the only one she'll ever need.
words 6.3k
warnings soft smut, hurt/comfort, army talk, unhealthy relationship, the three-words-bomb, abandonment issues
an ohh shit there are sooo many feels in this chapter. I can tell you things are going crazy after this chapter. thanks for sticking with this series and let me know with a comment how you liked it. Happy reading <3
THE PREY
A thick layer of fog encaptures the whole city. For three weeks the autumn weather has been that way and it adds to my discomfort. Before I fell asleep, Mask told me that we would see each other the next day. But that day never came. I haven't heard from him since that night.
He praised me after the party and took what he wanted. I’ve been his slave and I blossomed under his commands, like always. He watched me during the party and I did as he said.
But so many nights have come and gone and I feel like an empty shell of myself. Lost and alone again. Looking for some sense to live until the next day arrived. But he abandoned me after our last night and my thoughts spiral into the darkest corners. Have I gone too far with Cassian?
No – Because Mask said that I did exactly what he wanted me to do. That wasn't the reason why he didn't seek my contact. I was obedient in every way, like always. Maybe he got bored of me. Maybe I should have talked back – like I did with Cassian – to keep Mask on his toes… to keep him interested. Perhaps, I’ve become too predictable…not fun enough for him.
I begin to question every of Mask’s and my encounters. I always knew he used me and I try to tell myself that I used him too. But who am I lying to? I wanted him to stay with me. He was the realest thing I’ve ever had. He wanted my body and the whole me like no one ever before. After all there was a whispering voice in the back of my mind that told me that he wanted our nights to be more than just sex.
I was wrong.
Escaping my ex boyfriend was challenging but I knew I couldn't live like that anymore. I was too strong, I wanted to fly too high. I couldn’t stay in that cage anymore. Instead, I chose to lock myself in another cage – in Mask’s cage. I wanted that. He gave me a taste of freedom I didn't know I needed even if I was on his short leash. And when Mask vanished, I crashed like a plane against the mountainside.
Maks’s absence feels like a false taste of freedom – too fragile and unreal. I belonged to him. But now I don’t belong to anyone. Not even myself. I feel alone and unwanted. Cold, when Mask is not around to haunt me. I liked the leash he put me on. I thrived with it.
In those three weeks, I’ve become desperate. Not in the way that I’ve gone home with anyone since him. But in the way, that only Mask could still my needs. I tried to touch myself countless times but it all felt wrong, like only he was supposed to touch me. Even when I used the toys he left for me – for us – just before I came, the tears streamed down my face, not wanting to experience something like that alone anymore. My orgasms became so attached to him that I couldn't think of anyone else but him. When I zoned out and recognized that it wasn't his hands on my pussy, the tears flowed and I cried into my pillow at his absence.
He left me.
I grew desperate. And I didn't know how to help myself.
Whenever Feyre called me to take another shift, I happily said yes, just to distract myself from the pitiful eyes that looked at me through the mirror glass in my bathroom.
I considered asking Feyre about him. After all, Mask was invited to her party and Feyre only had her friends there, even if there were dozens of them. But what was I supposed to say to her? ‘Hey Fey, I’ve been sleeping with some secretive man who wouldn't show me his face but I know he must be a friend of yours. He was at your halloween party, for sure. Care to tell me the name, so I can contact him? I think he might be in the army, do you know when he’ll be back?’ No. Definitely not happening. I knew that her husband Rhysand’s dad was the son of the chancellor and may know of top secret missions, so he might know if some operations are taking place. But I drown it right down the drain, too. As if he’d sneak in his dads office and peek at the reports to find some faceless man for me. I became so desperate that I even contacted Cassian. I knew for a fact that he was high in rank in the army and that he knew about most of all missions. And I could tell from the way Mask wore himself that he was an army guy too, just like my dad. After all, I somewhat told Cassian that I was seeing somebody. He was my best chance. But my “Hey, haven't seen you in the pub for some time. how are you doin?” text was undelivered. I haven't even seen him in weeks either. Maybe Mask was on his team and they were gone together? Bile rises in my throat at the thought that they both might get hurt on the mission. It makes my head spin. Fuck. Why do I care so much about them? But who am I fooling? Even if Cassian knew about Mask, he wouldn't give me details on him – that’s classified information.
But what if Mask wasn't on an assignment and just cut the strings that connected us? What if he once was in the army and just kept the habit? Or did he play that all along? Thoughts rush into all directions but they all lead to nowhere. In the end the message is clear.
Mask obviously didn't want me anymore. I have to find another way that keeps me breathing. I have to find another sense that keeps me wanting to live again. My heart isn't whole anymore and I don't know if it’ll ever heal after Mask left me. I don’t know if it will ever be the same after him. But I’m used to men that use me to get their game. I’m trying to get a normal life again. Maybe Mask is just another chapter that tries to shatter me. And perhaps, I’m ready to fall apart and never get back up again.
THE HUNTER
I scoff and turn around once more. This rock isn't getting any more comfortable, no matter how much I shift.
I knew this assignment would come soon, but not that soon.
Just after the night of the halloween party, I was called to the headquarters in the morning and was informed that the assignment had to start instantly. The generals had planned the mission for weeks and now was the time to eliminate the threats. We were told to suit up and get into the helicopters. We had to leave our cells, along with our other personal belongings that had to be locked up until we would come back again. I haven't had the chance to shoot her a text that I – Mask – will be gone for a while.
It felt nothing but wrong, leaving her after the night we shared…first as Cass and then as Mask. I promised her that I’ll see her soon again. Now, it feels like the worst lie of my life.
I live for my job.
It has been the center of my life for the longest time. But since YN came into my life it had a bitter taste to it. Still, I want to punish the bastards that threaten our peace. But at the same time I wish I could be with her to make sure she’s safe. She deserves a man that stays with her all the time. She deserves more – not be lied to. She deserves someone who picks her first but I don't know if I can act on that. If I am not on the job – on the missions and assignments – I know others can’t take care of the bad ones like I can. The bastards could run over our country and even if I was at home with her, I don't know if I could defend her over the riots of opportunists that would roam the streets.
But no matter what I do. I know I don't deserve her. I left her without saying anything but as much as I hope that she thinks of me, an equal part of me hopes that she could get over me if I would never come back to her. Even if I die here, with only her on my mind, I hope that she forgets me and finds a better life. A life where she can be her true self. Where she can be happy…
But I’m an asshole and dark thoughts cloud my mind. I secretly hope that she can't forget me as much as I can't forget her. I want her to only want me. And I can’t stand the thought that any other man touches her ever again. I want her for myself. Even if it’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever thought.
I hate that I’m so far away from her. If no one on the battlefield kills me, the thoughts do it.
I have no chance to contact her, even if I wanted to. I remember her number like it’s my own but I have to stay quiet to the outside world. Usually we have coms and secret lines to contact the base. But out here, we’re left with ourselves. All I want is to send her one line – I’m okay. I’ll be with you soon, don’t worry. I know that she worries. She always does. And even if shit is going down right here I want her to know that I didn't leave her. That she’s still on my mind. That I’ll always come back to her.
Shots are ringing though the night and I clench my rifle. I’m pressed to the wall and try to peek around the corner without being seen. I catch a glimpse of a man in the center of the room, his gun pointed to the head of a barely clothed woman. Her blonde hair is streaked with dried blood and cuts are all over her skin. “Where is she?” His voice booms though the ruin we’re in right now.
She cries and her head hangs low. “I–I don’t know.”
Who knows how much undeserved punishment she had to take from him? She’s weak and her skin looks pale in the soft moonlight that reaches through the gape where a window once was. I breathe out, hearing into myself to calm my heartbeat as I feel my index that’s pressed against the trigger. My eyes close, reducing my thoughts to the task ahead just before I turn around the corner and let the fire of my rifle slice through the night.
THE PREY
I have gone so long without it, but now the same nightmare is haunting me again.
I’m running from my ex in slow motion. It always has been that way in my dreams. Not able to run fast enough, my voice muffled by the air that surrounds me to call out for help. Not able to punch or push away the man that’s holding me hard by my wrists, bruising my skin like he always did.
For weeks, that scene recurred while I slept, but even if I was lucid enough to know that it was only in my mind, the panic it ignited was the same. The sleep paralysis is clinging to me as my eyes shoot open. I cannot move as I try to catch my breath and cold sweat coats my palms, gripping the fluffy blanket around me tighter. I stare ahead, my eyes adjusting to the night that has fallen over my apartment. I lie huddled up on my sofa, a cold cup of tea sits on the coffee table as a soundless episode of my comfort series is playing on the small TV in the corner. My chest heaves as I tell myself that it was just a dream, again.
My mind drifts to Mask saving me from it just as the TV turns itself off and bathes the room in pure darkness. I want to get up and use the bathroom. But something stops me in my tracks. A warm hand is lazily around my ankle and holds it in place as a slurred voice whispers in the dark room. “Stop moving.”
The drowsiness is forgotten instantly. I’m awake like I’ve never been before. I felt safe in my apartment but now it’s like the nightmare came true. Someone is here with me. After seconds that feel like eternity, I turn my head cautiously, like medusa’s eyes could catch mine any second and petrify me. There is no mirror I could use to deflect the tormented monster and I bring up the courage to see who is on the other end of my small sofa.
It’s Mask. He’s sitting on the other side of the love seat. His masked head laid back on the back, resting it there like he was sleeping, too. The shirt he’s wearing strains against his broad muscles and his stomach rises and lowers as if he’s in deep slumber. My feet are on his lap and he’s holding them, his thumb caressing my ankle like he’s telling me without words to get back to sleep. I’ve gone to bed with him enough times, only to wake up to cold sheets. But he’s here now. He was never there when I woke up. With his eyes closed and the faint image of his parted mouth beneath the mask, he looks…pleaceful.
Is that a dream again? A dream of him coming back to me?
The power over my body returns and I pull my knees in, letting my feet slip out of his grip. I sit up, with my legs tugged beneath me, the blanket securing my warmth like it’s protecting me from what's to come. I scare back from the man, trying to bring as much space between us as possible. All I can do is stare at his relaxed form next to me.
He’s alive. He’s here.
Worry coils deep inside of me, flooding my body with the heat of a vulcano. He’s back but he doesn’t seem like himself.
“Mask,” I whisper sharply and too loud for the quiet of the night. “Mask.” I keep my hands to myself, not ready to know if he would vanish the moment I would raise my voice.
My hand is trembling as I reach out to him, cupping his cheek. He stirs and his eyes flutter open slowly like each blink costs him too much strength. His lips part again under his mask as he rolls his face towards me. With a soft and sleepy gaze, he’s looking right through my soul. Half lidded eyes gaze sleep-drunkenly at me like he hadn't expected me to be there. Like he never anticipated that I would wake up.
My body freezes as I try to push back from him further. Actually, I’m happy that he’s back. It’s all I wished for for weeks. I want to tell him that I’m mad, because he left me. He left me without saying a word. I woke up and he was gone. Not a note, not a word. He just vanished. I didn't know if he was alive, or if he…
I hate him. I want to hate him for leaving me in the dark. But the worry in my mind is broken as I look at him closely. He smells like gunpowder and two days without a shower. His knuckles are bruised and hastily treated. There are deep stampled wounds and scratches on his arms that are peeking out of his shirt. Blue and green splotches taint his golden skin on his collarbone where the fabric of the mask does not cover his skin. A fresh scar splits his brow and the hazel of his eyes looks dull and so far away. He looks like hell.
This was not the Mask who left.
Somehow, he looks thinner. Like war had stayed lodged in his bones and followed him home.
Pity flowers in my chest. He doesn't move. I stand straight on my knees and let my thumb graze over his masked cheek. He never allowed me to touch him. Until now.
“Please, say something.” I beg him, silver pooling in my eyes as he doesn't react. I thought he used me, used my good heart but now I see that he’s drained of his power.
I spread my legs and softly sit down on his lap, straddling him. He lets out a soundless grunt like my weight is pushing on the wounds that I cannot see.
Our gazes meet and his eyes are full of silent apologies. His hand comes up, softly palming the side of my face, like he can’t believe that I’m real. The anger I had is long forgotten and replaced by pure worry. His thumb brushes over my cheek, caressing me like I’m his most valuable possession.
My heart breaks at his gentle touch. He looks so defeated and I can tell from the look in his eyes that he won’t tell me anything – no matter if he isn't allowed to talk about it or if he wants to shield me from the horrors that he saw.
I want to show him that all those bad things are in the past. I don’t care if he’s the good one of the story or the bad one. In my story, he’s the saviour. And I’m so fucking grateful he’s with me again. I want to show him that no matter what he endured, it was worth returning.
The language that he understands is touch and I know what to do.
THE HUNTER
She doesn't know the extent of her power to heal me. I feel like a hollow version of myself, even when her warmth spreads over me while she’s sitting on top of me.
The cavernous feeling inside of my chest is yearning for her. The need to touch her has become too strong, to let her beautiful heart fill the cracks in mine. I told myself to keep away, but the need to see her right after my return overwhelmed me. My hands travel over her body, like she could vanish every other second. I have to feel her – really feel her – even if I know we both won’t recover from it, ever. I need to feel her to feel alive again. I need to feel something real.
My eyes drift to her lips and back to her eyes, seeing that she has the same thoughts as me on her mind as she gazes at my covered mouth. I get drunk under her gaze and the need to feel her lips on mine overcomes me.
I want her to be with me – with Cass – not with Mask tonight. I need her to be with me, the real me. I need her more than Mask. “Close your eyes.” I tell her with a raspy voice.
It’s a command. She considers her options, knowing what both of us want, what we need. I tell myself that I need to feel her to be alive again for my own good. But the truth is another one. I want her to know that I feel the same. The same feeling that’s in her heart connects her to mine.
Her eyes flutter shut. She knows exactly to keep them closed for as long as I say. If she opens them, the magic between us will cede and I don’t know how to repair that kind of underhandedness. Her hand grazes the hem of my mask in a silent answer if she’s allowed to do that. When I exhale calmly, she lifts the fabric over my face, letting the mask fall behind me with a soundless thud. She frowns as if asking me if this is too much and it breaks my heart because it seems like she only wants the part of me that is Mask. I’d give anything to be able to tell her to open her eyes and look into mine but I know I’d lose her the second she’d realized who I really am.
I palm the little of her back and take her in. I haven't noticed it before but she’s naked and her nipples are peaked against the cold air of her dark apartment. Her core is warm against my crotch and her small hands palm my shoulders as she begins to grind against me. Heavy and breathy moans are leaving her parted lips at the feeling of our connected bodies.
My hand drifts to the back of her neck, pulling her closer until we share the air. Her breathing is laboured at our proximity and her chest is heaving against mine. I’ve never thought that I wanted to kiss a girl but I want her to be the first one I share that connection with.
She hesitates. Does she think I don't want it?
Fuck it.
I crush my lips to hers. Her body melts with mine as her hand grabs my hair with force to pull me even closer. The soft pillows of her lips part and I invade her space, moving my tongue against hers. They’re dancing slowly, tasting each other for the very first time. My beard scratches the skin on her face and I can’t hold back a moan anymore. She tastes divine and I can't get enough of her. I know I never can. I lose myself in the way she takes control over me. She uses me to fill the ache inside her heart, just like I use her. Like our kiss could heal the wounds that the time apart has done to us.
I hate myself for creating the monster of Mask. The monster that can have her. But tonight, without the mask and her eyes closed, she’s only mine.
Her hips move with dedicated passion and my hands leave her body to undo my pants and shove it down enough for her to sit against me, skin on skin. Too much fabric disconnects us and I peel out of my shirt, just to devour her lips once more with mine.
She whines as my cock slides against her pussy, finally being able to have this piece of me. I can’t wait any longer. I grab my dick and lift her, lining her lips with the throbbing head. I smear it though her already wet folds before she all so slowly sinks down on me. A strangled wail falls from her lips as she slides around me. My eyes roll into my head and I let it fall back, while she nibs at my lips. Her drenched muscles feel like it's the first time for the both of us and I could come any second.
I bite her lips and suck at her tongue as her moans spill into my mouth while her pussy sheathes up and down on my cock. She’s so soft and passionate as she moves her hips, her velvety fist grabbing my length so tight that I have to contain myself. I swallow our moans as she kisses me the whole time while she pleasures herself, her clit riding my pelvis, desperately seeking her release.
“Mask I–” she stammers and I feel her clenching down on me.
“I know, baby. I know.” I pant.
All I want right now is to tell her to open her eyes. To open her eyes and see those beautiful gems when she comes for me. It’s a fraud that I don't allow her to look at me. Just like the times before, I can see all of her. I want her to see me, the real me. To see us. I grind my jaw and bite my lip to seal the words from falling out of my mouth.
My shoulders get bitten by her nails. The luxurious pain they leave just riles me up even more. We’re seconds away. I grab her ass, guiding her up and down, pressing her core to my hips. It’s like I’ve never been that deep into her – not only inside her body but also in her mind. Everything that we are is clashing together and I can feel how some magic band between us snaps. That’s when I know that I have lost the battle. What once was me is now hers. I’m hers.
Her breathing becomes short and heavy as she moans breathlessly and her brows draw together. I can feel her climax coming as she draws back just an inch from my lips and whispers. “I love you.”
We fall over the edge together, fueled by her words of utter honesty. I pump all of myself into her as she whimpers those three words over and over while she comes on my cock. The white hot lightning that sails through her ebbs down and she collapses against me. Her arms wring loosely around my shoulders and her head falls into the crook of my neck, kissing me so softly like an angel sings about the lord. My hands travel over her back, soothing her in that fragile state, holding her to me like my life depends on it.
As my mind slowly creeps up from the subspace she pushed me in, I freeze. Her body shakes from the aftershock and it rattles me.
I’m a coward for not telling her that I feel the same.
Deep down I know that I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve to live under the sunshine that she is in my life. I don’t deserve her love for god's sake. I hate myself for not saying it back. I’m still lying to her about my identity and it feels wrong to tell her about my feelings. She deserves the truth, but I can’t give her that right now. I hate that things have to be this way.
She peels herself enough from me just to kiss me again. It’s slow and deep, like she wants to press those three words into my mouth. The guilt taunts me, because I know she’s hurt. But I kiss her back, like it could do any good to heal the split of her heart.
I don’t even know which role I’m playing anymore. How much of me has become her Mask? Am I even Cassian anymore? Or have I become something in between? It doesn't matter anymore, because all I want to be is hers. No matter what side she chooses.
I want to be angry at her for throwing me off that cliff of restraint. But the truth is that I’m angry at myself for letting it come this far. I fell for her. Hard.
My hand comes up to the side of her face to kiss her one last time. Then, I fish for the mask and pull it over my face. It feels wrong to do that. I’m a coward for denying her the truth.
THE PREY
“Open your eyes.” He tells me in a whisper.
My eyes flutter open and I’m finally able to look into his. They’re so beautiful and glowing like never before, lined with a thin layer of silver and drunk on the mania that still flows between us. It seems like some barrier inside of him has splintered and a flood of something I can’t put in words roars through him.
This time felt different. There were no ropes and no tape. No gag and no plug or vibrator. He was soft with me, like he was holding onto me, holding back the parts that could fall apart. No hitting or grabbing me until purple marks would blossom. My hands were finally free from all restraints. I could touch him like I wanted. His chest, biceps and pecks, his powerful forearms, his chiseled jaw and his locks. His muscles were hard under my palms but his skin was like hot silk beneath my fingers. There were no clothes. Just our bare bodies.
I’m surprised that he let me have control this time. But when I spotted him next to me I knew that something wasn't right. Something happened while he was gone. It reminds me of the times when my father came home from a failed mission. Just like him, Mask seemed broken and frail. I wanted to heal his shattered mind, like it was my duty to put him back together and he allowed just that.
The words I denied myself to say to him for a long time just fell from my lips like it was the most natural thing to do. Now, it’s too late to ask myself if I overstepped with that. It just felt right to tell him. And I hope that those words let shine through what I want to tell him as well. I missed you. I care about you. Let me be there for you.
Saying that I regret telling how I feel about him is a false statement. I think he needed to hear that. But another part of me feels lonely. He didn't say it back. After all I don’t know if he’s just as affected to me as I am to him. Maybe it’s just a game after all. But his hands on my body told me another story. In that moment, there was a connection, something deeper. Something so precious that can't be put into words.
I don’t care if he uses me, as long as he lets me be there for him in whatever way he allows me to. I’m his.
I was holding my breath for too long and remind myself to suck in the hazy air. My chest heaves and my nipples graze against his puffy chest. He strips his eyes from mine, letting them fall closed, just before he ducks his head, to plant a soft kiss to the middle of my chest. I curse the fabric of his mask that disconnects us again. His calloused paws drive around me and in a swift movement, he has me in his arms. With soundless steps, he brings me over to the bed and lays me down.
I’m still too dizzy from my earth shattering orgasm to do anything but lie there while he retreats to the bathroom to get a hot cloth. The raw fabric feels warm against my skin as he cleans me. I want his hands to trace over my limbs. The animalistic urge to sense his fingertips on me makes my breathing stop again and I’m frozen. The fear of him vanishing again keeps me petrified as my eyes follow his movements, dipping between his dark eyes and his clothed hand.
He lets it fall to the nightstand and pulls the blanket over me, tucking me in tightly. Instead of him, the blanket is hugging me and it feels too cold, just wrong.
His hand reaches up to my cheek, letting his thumb draw soft circles. Our eyes lock once more and we gaze into each others. I get lost in him but notice his throat bob, like he’s swallowing the words he actually wants to say.
“Sleep, my little bunny.” He exhales and suddenly my lids feel too heavy to keep them open. “I promise I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.” He tells me and leaves a kiss on my forehead before he collects his clothes and the door shuts behind him, the lock falling into place. I believe him. He’ll be back.
I dive into my dreams. My mind creates pictures of a future with Mask. The faceless man on my side while we walk through the streets hand in hand. We go to sleep each night and I wake him up with a steaming cup of coffee. He’s there when I come home and embraces me. When we shower together he sways with me, massaging my shoulders. A cruel part of me produces the image of us picnicking in the sunset before he goes down on one knee with a ring in his hand.
I shoot up in my bed, my chest heaving. The sheets around me are a cold contrast to the sun that splits my bedroom in half. Frantically, I look around to see him, but Mask is nowhere to be seen. I palm my forehead that's clad in sweat. It was just a dream. My heart drops. Is it true that I wish for this future with him? After all, I barely know him. But there is this undeniable connection between us. It's more than just sex. I really want him and I don’t care what I have to sacrifice for that. If he decides to wear that mask forever – if that is the price – I’ll pay it. Even my subconscious tells me that there is way more to this. I have lost so much in life that I’ll bring up enough courage to take the chance – to stay close to him, as long as he allows me to be.
I don’t even believe in a normal relationship anymore… not after what my ex had done. A twisted part of me thinks that I deserve what little Mask gives me. But it’s okay. Maybe my mind is so fucked up by now that I only attract the most broken of all people.
But he takes my mind somewhere else and holds my body and soul. I’m okay with not knowing what’s underneath the mask for as long as he stays with me, even if we can never have what other couples have.
The reverie stays in my mind and I snatch the cell he gave me. I snap a picture of myself in the sheets and add ‘good morning’ before pressing send.
He reads it just a second later. Three dots appear while he’s writing.
Good morning, little bunny. Hope you slept well. I left something for you.
The shower I take is quick before I slip into my clothes and get over to the dining table. A large package in red with a matching bow waits there for me. My heartrate skyrockets as I pull on the silky fabric and unwrap it. I stare at the thing with wide eyes. It looks like an enormous fish hook, the silver gleams in the sunlight that filters through the windows. But instead of the usual spiky end, there is a bulb that looks like a plug. Hotness runs over my skin as I understand what this is exactly. It goes into my butt and the long end will stick out and will feel welcoming cold against my lower back. The silver ring on the long end is big enough to fit a rope through it. Images of him hooking me with that and tying me down for him to use me spiral in my thoughts.
I bite my lip but it's no use, a smile spreads on my face. I can't wait for him to come back and use it on me. The bells from the tower of the church fills my apartment that signals me that I have to get to work. I fetch my purse and rip the door open.
I round the last corner on my way to the pub when I run into Cassian. Dark circles are under his eyes and his face looks slimmer than usual. Hasn’t he been sleeping well? Maybe he found a girl to have fun with after he called me a taxi the last night we saw each other at the halloween party and he spent each evening with her since then. I don't know why but a pang of jealousy nags on my mind at the thought of him going home with another woman.
But who am I to tell him what to do or not do. I push that train of thoughts away. “Hey.” I greet him.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” His timber voice crawls over my nerves and a tired smile adorns his face. I don’t correct him. Some part of me kind of likes it when he calls me that – even if I pretend that I don't. Somehow, that night changed my views on him. He was flirty like always, but I appreciate how he respected my boundaries as I told him that there is a special someone in my life. He even made sure that I got home safe.
“You’re up early.” I tell him like I want to press for answers what he was doing last night and the weeks we haven't seen each other.
“Yeah I…” he trails off but finds his voice again. “I have to get to the base. The Colonel called for a meeting.” He says clipped as if he’s restraining his words.
“Okay,” I say in a small voice. “Good luck.”
“Thanks. See you around, bunny.” He takes a deliberate step back and gives me way to pass him. My breath catches at the familiar nickname. Shock waves through me but I calm my mind. He isn't Mask. He just calls me that because of my costume I wore weeks ago. I inhale deeply. A small smile stretches on my face as I push the door to the pub open to begin the day.
Just five minutes later my vibrating cell announces that I got another message from Mask.
The vibration against my ribcage rips me out of my trance. The cab just passed the gates of Feyre’s and Rhysands driveway and I lost contact with Cassian’s eyes.
I squint my eyes against the bright light of the screen as I read Masks text.
Good girl. I liked watching you play
I take a deep breath. Him calling me his ‘good girl’ does things to me. Things that bring me to my knees in an instant.
Then another ping.
But next time you try to kiss someone, the only lips you’ll kiss will be mine
Seconds pass by just before I want to shut the screen and rest the cell in my lap.
I’ll be at your place in ten. Leave the door unlocked
Fifteen minutes later, my apartment is bathed in the low amber light of the sunset lamp in my living room. I’m emotionally drained from today and my body aches from the alcohol thrumming through it. I wish I had danced it off like I did it during my first week at college, when I tried to be a party girl. The glass of ice cold water from the tab in my kitchen is chugged down in mere seconds and I feel it crawl into my stomach, helping me to cool off.
For the second time today, I feel out of place. Wearing that silky costume, tilted bunny ears and scratched high heels with most of my skin bare in my quiet and lonely apartment feels wrong. The absence of people and buzzing music is too much contrast to the scandalous thing I’m wearing. The secret man isn't here like he promised. Is he ditching me? Perhaps he texted me to play with my feelings and suddenly tonight feels like I failed his demands. I get angry with myself. I haven't seen him in two weeks but to me it’s like forever. Like he was a dream and I was scared to wake up every morning knowing that he wouldn't be there.
But he gave me instructions on what to do. I did what he wanted me to do. Now he’s punishing me for being what he wanted me to be. A girl in a flimsy costume, flirting with another guy. A slut.
I’m torn.
I set the glass down with force, suddenly aggravated. I want to take that stupid costume off, like it would cleanse me of my doings tonight – Drinking as if I was at a frat party with some guy who constantly got on my nerves until that night. My hands reach behind my back to get a hold of the zipper but my hands are too sweaty to pinch it between my fingers. How the fuck was I able to put it on in the first place? I remember the trick to use a thin metal coat hook to unzip it.
My heels knock against the tile floor and I’m halfway to my bedroom but I halt as the door creaks open, body tensing, stomach fluttering. Then I still and she air shifts. It’s him. I don’t dare to move. Mask locks the door and moves like a shadow. His footfalls are deliberate behind me. And I catch his dark silhouette in the large mirror in front of me.
He steps closer until his chest is mere inches from my back. His body heat is redacted by a hoodie, hooded low over his masked face. Gloved fingers travel inches over the bare skin of my arms like he isn't allowing himself to feel me, or he’s not allowing me to feel his touch. Then he leans in, his nose barely grazing my shoulder.
He doesn't speak first. His breath tickles my skin, absorbing me.
I’m afraid that he’ll vanish again. “I thought you wouldn't come–”
He cuts me off, his voice low. “You really think I’d let you walk in here, dressed like that, after being alone with another man, and not come to remind you who you belong to?”
Then he praises me and my heart flutters at his words. “You did well tonight, little bunny.” No anger. No jealousy. No punishment. Just pride.
My heart clenches at his words. I feel silly for not believing him, when he texted me those messages while I was in the cab. Once again, he reminded me to trust his words. “I didn't think you’d like that I had fun with him,” I say quietly, still fishing for his confirmation. After all, he threatened me once that he would kill anyone who touched me.
“You followed my rules. You didn't go too far with him.” I turn my head just enough to get a glance of him behind me. He tilts his head towards my face, still not really touching me. My throat closes and I go stiff once more. There was no bite in his tone. Just that velvet dominance that makes my knees weak. “I told you to let loose. And you did. You were safe. And you were stunning.”
His hands brush against my skin like the beginning of a tidal wave. Slowly grazing my wrists, moving towards my shoulders, brushing my hair out of the way. “You played with him. Laughed. Got drunk. Let him try and kiss you...” He lowers his head and bites my neck, hard. I bite my lip to suppress a squeal of pain. “...But you pulled away.”
Pride blossoms inside of me. I met his standards. But flashes of the nights flood my head. I remember how Cassian’s hand touched me with care. Not as rough as Mask touches me. Cassian was soft but determined. He looked at me like I was the most valuable diamond in the whole planet. The next second he gazed into my eyes like he wanted to devour me like a starved man. My throat works but no words come out. I want to tell Mask that it meant nothing. But I felt the butterflies raging through me under Cassian’s touch. I’m lying to myself.
Then his gravelly voice comes in warmly. “...And you remembered who you’d rather kiss.”
My skin prickles.
“Only you.” I stammer weakly and gasp as one of his hands comes around my waist, pulling my back forcefully into his front. The violence of him pressing me to him pushes the plug even deeper into me and a too loud, sinful moan falls from my lips. I welcome the heat of his body and I melt into him. A smile grows on my lips as I look into his eyes through the reflection. Once, he promised me I’d be smiling when I saw him. He was right about that. And I can see it in his eyes that I light up his world by beaming at him. He’s good at hiding his emotions, but I learned to read his as well as possible through the small slit the mask leaves of his face.
“You’re mine,” he says, raising a gloved hand to reach around my sore throat. “Even when you're in another man's arms. But let me be very clear,” he says in a gravelly tone, like he has been drinking the whole night, too. “If he had kissed you – I would’ve left the party with blood on my hands.”
My lips part at the thought that he would have punched Cassian in the face for even trying to approach me that way. I’m feeling bad for letting Cassian close to me. I close my eyes, too embarrassed that he’s able to look straight through me. Yes, I liked how Cassian looked at me tonight. Yes, I liked the way he treated me like I was the treasure he has been hunting for decades. But I can't let Mask know that. I want to be his… to be everything he needs. If Mask would have come between us, they would have fought. The Captain is huge and I’m not sure who of them would have won that fight. I think we all would have lost something.
He turns me around, one hand around the little of my back, the other one reaching up. He cups my face and brushes his thumb over my flushed cheek. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, soft but possessive. I hope he’ll finally let me get a taste of his lips. I gaze into his wild eyes and we drown in each other. Time stops and I’m sure he feels just the way I feel. Yearning for each other, searching for a deeper connection. It’s like I’ve known him for a lifetime and his mouth stretches into a soft smile beneath the mask. Fuck, all I want to do is rip off the Mask and be kissed by him silly.
But he breaks the stream of feelings sizzling between by grabbing my tits. He’s squeezing them so hard, my eyes roll back and I pant from the pleasure that’s building between my legs. He releases my breast and dopamine rushes through my veins.
“Now,” he growls, “show me how proud you are to be mine.”
“On your knees.” He demands control again to prove the point that I’m only his play-thing. His gloved hand grabs the back of my hair as he pushes me down forcefully.
I’ll give him anything he wants as long as it means that he’ll stay with me. That I can be his whore.
There haven't been many nights when my hands were free. He lets me hold onto the seam of his pants as I drop to the ground. I struggle because of the plug inside my rear and I’m thankful that he doesn't swat my hands away. He even grabs my wrists for stability, helping me get on my knees for him.
My eyes line up with his crotch and I lick my lips, knowing what's to come. He opens his zipper slowly. “You were so good tonight.” he murmurs, pulling his pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs. “See what you do to me?” he asks and I nod with doe eyes at his length.
“You knew when to stop. But you won't tell me to stop, will you?” His question is a threat. I never want him to stop. I’m taking everything he gives me without hesitation. Mask looks after me and he knows what buttons to press – how far he can go.
His enormous cock springs free and my mouth waters at the sight. I feel starved seeing that delicious drop of precome on his pumped dick. I part my lips willingly and I groan as he pushes into me. He grabs the sides of my face and pummels into me with force, fucking my face without warning. Grunts fall from his lips and he’s sucking in deep breaths. My air thins at his quick pace and I feel light headed. It’s so at odds with the tenderness that Cassian let me see tonight.
Is it wrong that I want both worlds? That I want Cassian at day and Mask at night? My heart aches, that I can't get enough of Cassian’s and my banter but like the way Mask shuts me up with his cock. Mask grabs the back of my neck again, burying his member deep in my throat. Tears sting my eyes and I scold myself for even thinking of another man while he has his cock in my mouth.
I hollow my cheeks to suck him like the good whore I am for him. I moan when I feel him throbbing against my tight pipe and my hands roam around his thighs for leverage to push my head even further into his pubes. The delicious smell of musk enchants my head as I give him everything. Flashes of light illuminate the dim room.
Somehow, he was able to grab the polaroid from the dining table and begins to take pictures of us – Of us in the mirror… me in my bunny costume on my knees for him, swallowing his cock, devouring him. I’m so wet between my thighs and I give up thinking straight anymore. I dont give a fuck if anyone sees the pictures. The only thing that matters is that no other girl can give him the pleasure I provide and I pick up my pace.
“Massage my balls.” he instructs and I don't hesitate. He hisses when my hands grab his jewels and I alternate between kneading them and pressing my knuckles into his gooch. A shiver runs over him and he throws his head back, swimming in pleasure. I want to show him that I can be anything for him – that if he gives me enough room, I can operate with his bits like no other.
“Look at me.” He demands with a gravelly voice and I duck down to tilt my head up. The angle is malignant to my throat and I resist giving the rising bile its way. Tears are ruining my makeup but I forgive him for the hurt when I look into his beautiful eyes.
A bright light blinds me. He has taken another picture of me. Of me - being his good girl. I make obscene noises as I take his dick, sucking and pulling him while my chin drips with saliva. He’s delicious and I feel him throbbing as his thingers dig into my scalp.
“I’m gonna fill all your holes tonight.” he says in a raspy voice. He pushes my head to his crotch as he spills his cum into me with a deep groan.
THE HUNTER
Tonight was a rollercoaster. The second I came home from the mission I called her for face-time and helped her to put the plug into her. I jerked off to that and it felt like I was betraying myself for spilling my cum on my jeans instead of her hole. I tried to sound nonchalant when I hung up but my pulse thrummed in my body like I could have spread my non-existent wings and flew over the whole city.
After that I put on my costume and parked my car just outside of Rhys’ and Feyre’s property. I went inside and half-tackled all of the people that stood in my way as I maneuvered through the corridor just to be near her a second earlier.
When I reached the main room, I saw her and I froze. She sat on the sofa like a lost lamb – still and inconspicuous but seductive like the apple in paradise at the same time. My world shrunk down on her when her gaze met mine. It was like some kind of magic connection braided its curse to bind us to one another.
After the others danced off I took the seat next to her, invading her space. She was so riled up to get a glimpse of Mask that she didn't notice me sending her a text from my cell, telling her to let loose.
I didn't miss the spark in her eyes when she finally turned to me and gifted me with her full attention.
Our truth or dare game was fun until I pressed for answers and she said that she was falling for Mask – that she was falling for me. The pace of my heart was so fast, I thought it would escape my chest when she confessed her feelings. For a long time I suspected – wished – that she would feel that way about me, but hearing it from her in the first place was life changing for me. I haven't been that to someone…ever. Her feeling of appreciation became my lifeline when I was gone but I never took it for real up to the point that she said that to my other half – to Cassian.
To be honest, it threw me off that she actually told me – Cass – that she has feelings for me. She was honest with him and I envied him that she was able to talk to him with such freedom. As Mask, I never allowed her to make those feelings heard or public. I thought that if Mask could hold that fire at bay it wouldn't bite me. But now I know that it not only bit me but it consumed me beyond repair.
I’m spiraling at the thought that her feelings run this deep. And I hate myself that she felt the way, that she could share this secret with Cassian but not with my dark side. I never allowed Mask to let her be that way, but now that I know, I feel guilty that I never gave her room to say something like that. Maybe because it would have been too real and I was not ready to hear that. Because I’m a coward. Because I don't know how to handle a girl of her caliber properly.
Instead I choose to treat her the only way I know. By fucking her face like I hate her. How can anyone like the way Mask acts? But she handles him like she accepts every twisted manner he throws at her.
When I was gone the past two weeks, I noticed that she wanted to talk to Mask like a normal couple and I hate myself for denying that. I cut her off with a coldness, even though I knew that I hurt her with that.
I push those thoughts away and try to put distance between us, like it could put my feelings for her in a box that I would throw in the ocean to be forgotten. But I’m a lost case. I want everything from her.
I turn her around so she’s on her hands and knees. My fingers grab her ass and thighs to rip her fishnets into shreds. The buttons that are holding her silk corset between her legs are flying like bullets through the room as I tear them apart. I can’t wait any longer to feel her around me.
She’s facing the mirror and I get on my knees to line up my hard cock, smearing the wetness her saliva left there all over her luscious skin. I am selfish for pushing into her holy cave without warning. Her guttural moan fills the room and she mumbles. “I missed you.” She has the voice of an angel.
Her pussy is even tighter with that plug inside of her and it feels like it's suffocating my cock. I drown in the same pleasure as I press my cock into her with a slow pace and I look towards the mirror to see the same expression on her pretty face.
I can’t see the dark shade of honey in her irises as her eyes flutter shut with delight. The urge to see them overcomes me and I grab her hair to pull her head back.
“Look at yourself while getting fucked by me.” I order her breathlessly. My other hand grabs her hip, surely leaving purple marks. The bow around her neck makes her seem like a present to me – a sacrifice to her god of darkness and desire. I’m rough with her and her knees scratch against the hard floor as I fuck her from behind. Her breath is shallow and she moves with me while the pain of her knees rubbing against the hard floor and my grip in her hair is overshadowed by the pleasure I force on her.
Her pussy pulses around me and I have to concentrate not to come right away. She tries to look at me through the mirror but our pace doesn't allow her to notice what I’m really doing. The tear filled gems of eyes try to see me though the reflection and I can tell she yearns to touch me. To turn halfway and touch my biceps and hold onto me…to feel the way my neck muscles tense as I move with her. I want her hands to travel over my sixpack and around my torso, to scratch my back and leave her marks on me. To grab my ass and pull me impossibly closer to her divine cave.
But I have a plan and I'm determined to make it come true. I let her bounce back on me as I fish for the metal in my pocket before I light the zippo and hold both objects to each other. “Come for me, my little bunny.” I call her and with another set of thrusts she comes all over herself. Her climax rattles her world and I press the hot metal to her ass, so the pain is mixed with ecstasy. “My little slut looks so good for me.” I praise her as her body trembles and I throw away the glowing metal. She’s still thrashing and I look down to see the word ‘MINE’ branded on her ass cheek. She’s crying with her orgasm as I take the camera and flash a set of pictures of her. Her rear with the brand in tre front, and her pretty face with reddened cheeks from her climax and crooked ears in the foreground on all fours. She still hasn't noticed what I did to her, the chemical feel-goods still roaring through her body while she bounces on my cock, trying to ride the wave as long as possible.
Before she is able to notice the steaming pain where I branded her, I smack her other ass cheek. She whines with pleasure, slowly coming back to earth before I pull my cock out of her with ease, given her wetness.
I grab some lube and she hisses against the cold liquid as I pour it all over her ass before I cautiously pull out the butt plug. Her moan fills the silent apartment like she’s on the brim of coming again from the pressure I release by letting the bulb slide out of her.
Her eyes are hazy as I watch her face in the reflection and I push my dick inside of her little hole with one single long luxurious stroke. I begin to fuck her again with more force. Her tits spill out of her corset and they jiggle to the rhythm. I want to bite her breasts but I can't, so I lean forward to pinch them with my fingers. Her ass tightens around me as I twist her nipples in a vice and her deep breaths turn into moans once more as my hand wanders back to circle her swollen clit.
“Mask, I’m close.” She whines and her eyes fill with unshed tears. “You feel so good around me.” Her voice is like a prayer. I’ll be her god.
My fingers drown in the spread lube and travel over her sensitive bud and her asshole pulsates around me, trying to milk me with force.
We’re coming together, creating a mess of whines and deep moans as I bury my cock deep inside of her and plant my seed as if I want to be the father to her children.
Her body weakens and I collapse onto her, crashing her with my weight until we’re mingling against the cold floor. My hands come to the sides, pushing my massive body off of her so she can breathe again. I know that she enjoys when I stay inside of her a little longer until I pull out even if she’s gripping me so hard like she never wants me to leave.
I look down at her shaking form. She’s a beautiful mess. Her heated face flush against the floor, bunny ears broken and the bow looks like a single knot. Her silky costume ripped and turned halfway around her body from our adventure and her ass high in the air with the angry red letters across it.
Her body is shaking beneath me. “It’s okay, sw–” I refrain from calling her that and I hope she’s so deep into subspace that she hasn't noticed. “It’s okay, bunny.” I tell her while my gloves fingers play lazy circles all over her body before I get up. My hands turn her lightweight around and I peel her out of her costume. I see the clothes ripped on her body and I feel bad, because she looks so helpless. She’s out of her clothes without effort and I pull her up to my chest, bridal style to carry her to her bed.
I lay her down and notice the towel that’s on her pillow. It’s the one that I dried myself off with after a shower when I visited her two weeks ago before I left for the mission. It looks like she stole it out of the hamper and cuddled it while I was gone to have my scent with her as she fell asleep. My heart cracks at the thought that she missed Mask so much that she took it to find comfort.
My sprint to the bathroom to get a wet hot cloth is quick and I bathe her with it, cleansing her of the nasty things I just did to her. She lets me operate and I throw two thick blankets over her shivering form. Her eyes flutter shut and I kiss her forehead as a good-bye. I cup her face while my thumb writes a love letter on her cheek, not ready to leave her yet – too captured by her lovely form. She lets out a content whimper of comfort. It’s one of the rare soft interactions I had with her. I’m sealing it in my heart – forever. I want to take a picture of that but I decide that this moment should be only between us, right now. I turn around to leave but her small hand softly grips mine, silently asking me to stay.
I’m torn because I want to crawl under the sheets with her, but I know if I did, I would never be able to escape her.
“Good night.” I tell her and place her hand on the pillow. She sighs and she’s drifting into sleep with a warm smile on her lips. I stay until her breath evens out and I whisper. “Sleep, baby. Dream of me. I’ll see you tomorrow, little bunny.”
Before I reach the door she mumbles. “Thank you. See you tomorrow.”
I tilt my head, considering getting back to her. But I gather my clothes and lock her door behind me, before I step into the cold nights air.
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THE HUNTER
I stare at the polaroids that lay sprawled out on my work desk. My dick feels sore. I jerked off two times but I’m already hard again. I just can’t get enough of her. I push the pictures to the side and get back to research.
There isn't really much that I found out about her. She’s 23 and is the daughter of Colonel Anras YLN. I met him once and can confirm the stories are true. He’s a beast. I can’t imagine this man reading bedtime stories to YN when she was little. This guy is stuff for nightmares. But he smiles genuinely in the picture she has in her social media – She’s wearing a beautiful dress and he’s in his uniform, it’s from her prom. There are some candid shots of her during vacation and a picture where she was about seven or eight with a grumpy looking cat in her arms that looks like it should have died years ago with a humongous piece of cake in front of the two of them. She laughs at the camera while jumping off a swing during a warm summer night, she’s so fucking gorgeous. I scroll through the other ones but she stopped uploading about two years ago. The last picture she posted is different from the others. Her collarbones peek out dramatically, concealer caked over the dark blue hues under her eyes and her smile looks broken. The tint of red in her hair is faded and the brown looks dull on her. A high turtle neck with long sleeves covers her skin, even if I can make out people sunbathing half naked in the background. There is no caption, no joke, no nice words that give a hint what she had on her mind.
Seems unusual to me – before she posted one new picture at least every week and wrote a quote from a book or just something funny beneath it.
I also found out that she went to high school in the farest corner of Illyria and started to go to college in Velaris but there is no sign of her graduating from it. Seems fishy to me. She’s a clever girl and her subjects were impressive. Every time I look into her eyes I see how fast the gears are turning inside of her head. Something must have happened that changed her life. Maybe an accident? But there were no traces on her body that she had a fracture. There are no scars, just one on her lower lip. I always wondered how she got that.
Also, no pictures with a boyfriend. If she broke up with him, she would have deleted it, that’s for sure. But there also aren't any comments from guys under the pics. I hack into her account to read the messages. Nothing out of the ordinary. But there is one that concerns me right at the end. She wrote to one of her friends that she’ll be moving out of Velaris and needs some distance. But from what? The life she had I saw on her roll is one that every girl wishes to have. Her friend, Liza, texted her every now and then, asking how she was doing but YN was radio silent. I write down Liza’s number and add it to my notebook. I’ll contact her later under a preface and ask her if she knows anything about what happened to my YN.
I take a sip of the whisky as the image of her flinching away from me makes my toes curl. Someone hurt her and I’m going to find out who. Clearly, it's not her dad. Otherwise she wouldn't have nice pictures of the two of them on her sm. But whoever he is, he’s next on my list. My mind is racing with scenarios of what might have happened to her. Did someone take advantage of her? My blood boils. I’m no step further and I slam my laptop shut.
The last swing I take from my drink burns on my lips. I’ll have to interrogate her for answers.
THE PREY
The following two weeks Mask came every other day. Sometimes, he surprised me while I was in the shower or sneaked in while I was cooking. Other days he just stood in my bedroom already waiting for me, his arms crossed with his backpack at his feet. When I walk down the street now, looking at any kind of backpack makes me wet and I clench my thighs – it drives me nuts, having a damp spot in my underwear all the time.
But no matter how his methods had changed one thing did not. He’s still intimidating as fuck. That’s also why I follow his every command. By now I know that it will bring me nothing but a face fuck or spanking my ass raw if I disobey him. But there’s a part of me that gets turned on by that. Maybe I should talk to someone about that masochistic streak.
I was always better with rewards. He found out that he could get anything from me by praising me and calling me his ‘good girl’. He made me his bitch. Literally.
The different kinds of ropes he tied me up into a ball with was an experience I’ve never had before. He bound me down and fucked me on the bathroom counter. He used an open mouth gag to fuck my throat so hard that my mouth was sore for three days. Another night, he had my hands shackled behind my back as he laid me onto the sofa and lapped on me like a starved man before fucking my brains out. In a way he got rougher and softer at the same time. After he made me beg to be fucked by him, he did just that until he was satisfied and I was a sobbing mess, then put me in the tub with nice hot water and washed me before he laid me down on the mattress and was leaving again in the middle of the night.
I wake up with a sore body and stumble sleep-drunken into the living room. Every morning after having life changing sex with Mask I find a new gift of his neatly wrapped and brand new on my dining table. There it is again - a red box with a bow on top.
My fingers grab the box to unwrap it. It nearly slips out of my hands. A silk mask for my eyes with a note to behave the next time he would see me. The beat of my heart hammers against my pulse point. I’m excited about what he would do to me.
I make my bed but instead of putting the silk in the box he got me for the toys, I place it on my pillow, so he’ll see it easily.
Then I unfold the note and read his message.
Take a look in your fridge
Oh god. My mind races with possibilities of what he hid in there. Maybe a plug made of ice? But then he would have written ‘freezer’. I race over there, the milk and ketchup rattle as I swing the fridge door open
It’s…cake.
A huge piece of chocolate cake with pink glaze is sitting on the fogged glass. I pull it out and see the note that was hidden behind it.
Have some dessert for breakfast, little bunny
A wide smile stretches my face as I grab a fork and dig in. It’s delicious. My cheeks hurt from smiling and chewing at the same time. It’s been more than a year that I had a piece of cake and I’ve never had one that tasted that good.
My heart drops, because I feel like I missed out on too much those past twenty four months.
I push the thoughts beside and replace it with the image of Mask going into a bakery and buying the cake for me. It’s such a sincere gesture. It feels so…domestic. My heart jumps at the thought that the tough Mask did such a lovely thing for me. I fetch the cell he gave me and take a selfie of me and the half eaten cake before typing my message and press send.
Thanks for this. x
He reads it a couple of seconds later and three little dots appear while he’s answering.
Eat everything. You’ll need the energy
My clit sparks and goosebumps prickle over my skin as I read his text. I can’t wait to see him tonight.
The first month in my new life is over and so much has changed. Now I’m rarely looking over my shoulder, I reckon my ex-boyfriend has forgotten me and got on with his life. But either way I won't print a life size-banner and throw a party that I’m free now because I still do not want to be found by him. I want this chapter of my life to stay dormant.
I also think Mask would punish him if he ever tries to come near me again. The emotion of freedom and the threat of having a stalker overlaps completely. And he takes care of me. Oftentimes I feel him watching me when I work, go grocery shopping or sit on my favorite bench at the park reading my book. It’s crazy how I kind of feel more at peace, knowing he might be near – He’s the only thing I have to fear right now and that he only would hurt me with pleasure. The way he puts me on a leash gives me a freedom I’ve never felt before.
Also, I received my first paycheck and I decided to make my home more cozy.
I went to the store and bought some nice candles. My apartment will be smelling like a fruit basket in no time. I also got some new bedsheets, lamp shades, bath bombs and some paint. I was so fed up with the murky green on the walls, instead I got my favorite color.
To wait until tomorrow to start painting on my free day drives me up the walls. The need to redecorate my home becomes too big, having all that nice stuff now. So, I move the few pieces of furniture I have to the middle of the room and start to roll the new color onto the walls. The first stroke is like I’ve got a piece of myself back. Now I’m in control again and I can do whatever the fuck I want. I blink away the memories of my ex regulating everything about my life – clothes, food and my weight, forbidding having friends and restricting talking freely to my dad over the phone…his phone.
That first splotch of paint was just the beginning. I had no idea how to paint a wall so I only noticed halfway through that I was too short to reach the ceiling, not even when I stood on the shaky dining table.
Shit. Only ten minutes until my shift at the pub starts. And I look like a mess. Colorful paint all over my clothes and on my face and hands. I take the quickest shower ever but still I can make out the faintest dots on my face when I take a look close enough to the mirror. I grab my purse and rush out down the street, running into a solid wall of muscles.
The impact has me bouncing back but two warm and large hands get hold of my upper arms. My eyes shoot around and I begin to ramble before I can see who caught me. “Fucking idiot. You should look where you were–” I look up into a set of glistening eyes that are common around here in Illyria. “–going.” I stammer as Cassian grins at me.
He’s the last person that I want to see right now. I want to rush past him but the set of freckles on his tanned skin is keeping me prisoner. They’re peppered all over his once-broken nose and he looks stunning in the daylight. His wet hair is in a bun, small drops of water are dripping down. The seams of his shirt are aching against the muscles of his pecs and his shoulders and the smile he wore would have any woman drop to her knees.
But not me. I know what an asshole he is. He’s handsome beyond measure but he’s equally rude and arrogant. I’m wondering if any woman could tolerate him more than five hours (minus fucking, of course). Probably none. That’s why he’s in the pub constantly and I’ve never seen him getting home with a girl.
“Careful, sweetheart. You’re running into my arms like you can't stay away from me.
I roll my eyes and scowl, brushing past him. “Get out of my way, bad boy. I’m late.”
His chuckle sends a shiver directly into my pussy. “Bat boy? That’s Captain Bat Boy to you.”
I laugh over my shoulder. “Captain of being annoying, maybe.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll drop by later. You can spill ale on me again—accidentally, of course.” I hear his smirk in his voice as he calls from behind me. It happened two days ago. I was hurrying through the pub and I tripped over the damned wave in the carpet, resulting in a beer-drenched Cassian. The image of his rippled muscles under the soaked fabric reminded me of a wet t-shirt contest. I clench my thighs so hard together that I forget how to walk for a couple of seconds.
Without turning around I mock him. “Keep talking and I’ll make it wine this time. Red.”
I ignore his laugh as I rush down the streets and through the open pub door. Feyre’s hair looks like a ferret built its nest in there as she draws stout after stout from the tab. With ease I throw my purse into the back room, change into another shirt and pull the little apron tight around my waist before swinging past her and start taking orders from the folks.
Everybody was celebrating the warmth of the day and I delivered dozens of pitchers to the tables. When the sun dipped behind the mountain range the guests left earlier than usual and the atmosphere became quiet. Cassian told me he’d drop by but I haven't seen him coming in and demanding his ale. I don't know why but it kind of concerns me. He seems to be a man that stays true to his words. Maybe something work related came up... Why do I even care? I don't even like him!
The next shift arrives and Feyre decides to send me home early. Normally I would stay for the extra money but I'm excited to have a few more hours to work in my apartment.
“Fucking shit.” I curse when the keys slip out of my hand for the second time. I bow to them from the ground and attempt to push them into the keyhole again when the door of the house swings open.
“Oh hello, dear.” My neighbour chimes with a genuine smile.
“Hi, Mrs. Peterson. How’re you doing?” I smile at the lady, holding the door open for her to prance out with her little dog that barely reaches my shins.
“Same old, same old.” She says and I can’t peel my eyes from her perfect lined lipstick on her thinning lips. She’s about 100 years old but she keeps herself more than groomed. Always has a fancy hat on, a nice coat with brooch fitting her mood and colorful pumps. Her dog ‘Lady’ has a clip on her head, to keep the strands of brown fur out of her milky eyes. Mrs. Peterson is the nicest person I’ve ever met. She was the only neighbor that introduced herself and pinched my cheek telling me that she once was as beautiful as I was in her golden times. Then she placed her famous apple pie in my arms as a gift and ran her hands up and down my arms telling me ‘You’re too thin my dear. You’ve got to eat something’. It was two days after I escaped my ex and her warm pie was the first thing I ate after 48 hours. It was delicious.
“Have a nice evening with Lady.” I say as I’m about to walk up the stairs.
“Oh, YN. I have to say your boyfriend is a saint.” Mrs. Peterson sings and I turn on my heel, shoked.
"B-boyfriend?" A cold shower rushes down my spine and my eyes go wide.
“Yes, dear. He carried my shopping bags up the stairs when he saw that I struggled. After that he hauled up piles of wooden planks and all sorts of tools up into your apartment. There’s been all kinds of noises all day long, sawing, drilling, hammering and anything in between..”
“What did he look like?” I ask her without even thinking about it. My mind runs with possibilities at who she means. Did my ex find me? Is he waiting for me in my apartment? Has he built a soundproof dungeon in my living room to keep me there?
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous.” Her cheeks redden instantly and she clutches her pearls, chuckling like a schoolgirl. “You’ve got quite a catch there.” She chimes and lets the door fall shut before she strolls off.
I stand frozen in the hallway of our multi-party house. Who is up there in my flat? Why would they talk to Mrs. Peterson and help her with her groceries? Probably for leverage on me, to blackmail me or else they would do something to her or her beloved dog.
Before the panic attack can settle in I take three deep breaths. I don’t want to be that weak girl ever again. The cage he put me in had become too small for me now. I wouldnt let that fucker dictate my life anymore and I square my shoulders. My hand dives into my purse and I tap in the number that has the police on speed dial – just to be sure. After all, I have no idea what’s going to happen once I open the door to my apartment.
I storm up the stairs and unlock my door, swinging it open with force as I frantically stare around my apartment. It’s eerily still and there is no one there.
“Hello?” I call out and unglue my hand from the doorknob. My palms are sweaty and my hackles stand.
Fear sets in as I stay like a statue in the middle of my home, just before a hand slaps over my mouth from behind. “Don’t make a sound.”
THE HUNTER
I have her stripped naked in no time and strapped to a chair not even five minutes after she came home early. Fuck I wanted so suprise her with all of that. Instead I had to blindfold and cuff her.
Now she’s sitting with her hands behind her back and her legs wide open tied up to each leg of the chair while her hip is on the verge of slipping from the edge.
I slapped her inner thighs and tits with my doubled belt for coming home early and I watched her getting wetter with every hit she took. When her pussy was ready, I inserted a vibrator egg into her and told her to count for me. She took a sharp inhale as I started it on the app on my phone and her mouth fell open in bliss. Her head fell back as she rocked the chair with her climax. When she came down, I kneeled before her and kissed her cheek tenderly. “Now you’re going to count.”
“C-count?” she asked in a sweet voice, still out of breath. My girl is confused. It’s cute.
I opened the sharpie and put a vertical line on her chest. I smirk as I stand up straight again. “You’re going to count your orgasms for me.”
My fingers glide over the glass of my cell and the music fills her apartment so loud that she can’t hear what I’m doing. While she’s marinating with the vibrator egg inside of her, I can go back to work.
When I came here today I had other plans for her but when I saw that she painted the bottom half of her bedroom I couldn't help but smile. My little bunny wanted to get comfortable but she was too short to reach the ceiling. Seems that she needs her saviour once more.
I began to unload the wood from my truck when her chubby-cheeked-dinosaur-neighbour Mrs.-I-Don't-Care began to spam-talk to me in the hallway. I wanted to seem natural to her so I played the good boyfriend, choked on dry cherry cake in her flat, had a heart attack from her overbrew coffee and nodded to her dumb ideas of who will win the next election. I practically fled and got back to work.
Paint drops are clinging to my hair and my hands as I smile at my accomplishment. I swipe the seat from my forehead and go check on her, grabing the mask and pull it over my face, just to be sure. She’s blindfolded but you can't be too careful. She’s been thrashing in her chair from the orgasms and her head is lolled to the side as she pants for air.
My calloused fingers tilt her head up and I look at her blindfolded face. I could swear her lips look ten times bigger now and the only thought I have is how they would taste against mine. But I restrain. “How many?” I ask in a stern tone.
“F-four.” She trembles.
I pull the sharpie out of my pants and draw four straight lines on her bare chest. Her nipples are hard and her skin is so hot I’m wondering if she has a fever. If I'd touch her now, I won't be able to stop.
“Now, be a good girl and go on counting. I’ll be with you in a bit.” She whines between her laboured breaths and I take a step back. She looks absolutely stunning and I have a boner again. I’ll finish the final touches until I will allow myself to devour her.
The rest of the painting doesn't take long. I pull the tape from the baseboards and move the bed I designed to its place. My eye catches the stuck drawer of her dresser and I make quick work and repair it. I spread some oil on the metal and now it shuts completely - brand new. The lampshades are next. It’s coming together.
Her moans echo over the music and I peek around the corner to see her climaxing again. I smile to myself and take a quick shower. I like it dirty but I don't want her new bed linens to be ruined with the paint that's littering my body.
I throw the towel in the hamper after I dried my body off and catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I almost forget to put the mask back on. I’ve become so accustomed to being around her. The comfort she gives me drives me up the walls. I can't let my guard down.
“Tell me, bunny.” I ask her and tilt up her chin.
“T-two more.” Her voice shakes and her body tenses as my breath fans over her skin. I move the pen over her skin and cross the first four streaks before I draw another one next to them. The vibration is off by a swipe on my cell and I pull the egg out and throw it behind her. We won’t be needing this anymore tonight.
I slide the silk from her eyes. She blinks a couple of times, adjusting her sight to the dim light of her apartment. I cut the tape I tied her down with and pull her up gently, keeping her safe in my arms. Her legs are shaking but I hold her tight. I gaze into her pretty face, her cheeks are flushed and her pupils dilated. She feels so hot against my body as she melts into me. “You’re so beautiful.” The words slip from my lips too easily. Fuck. She’s got me wrapped around her finger.
Her nostrils flare and she turns her head around, then her whole body. I keep my hands around her middle, still not sure if her knees would give in. She’s been sitting in that chair for too long.
Her hands fly over her mouth with a soundless gasp as she takes her rooms in. She’s having trouble comprehending what I’ve done. I’ve had enough of fucking her on the chipped counters and the dingy sofa. The mattress on the floor had become non-negotiable. I’m not getting younger and she’s worth fucking her on a real bed. So, I built her one. thick wooden posts and a massive frame. For god's sake she could tie me to the beams and they wouldn't move an inch.
Her breath catches in her throat as she looks around. Then she turns in my arms and gazes up at me. My heart skips a beat as her eyes line up with tears that are not because I made her come six times without even touching her.
“You- you painted my whole apartment? And you built a bed? For me? H-how did you do that?” The cutest frown creases her brows and confusion laces her voice. She looks at me like I’ve hung the stars in the sky. Before I can say something sassy her arms fly around my shoulders and she practically jumps on me. One hand slides across her back and the other one holds her glorious ass, pulling her closer.
Fuck she feels so good against me. And her unbelieving words clouds senses. The surprise was a success and I smile like an idiot, breathing in the smell of her hair.
"Thank you." She whispers, tightening the grip and nuzzles her head in the crook of my neck. I could stay like this forever.
What? No! Not happening. She’s mine – not the other way around. I scold myself for letting her in so easily. I tell myself that I have her right where I want her. Weak for me and in my arms. Or is it the other way around? I can't let her have the upper hand.
I’m in charge here.
I keep her in my arms as I step over to the bed and throw her onto the mattress. A yelp escapes her lips and she rebounces on it while I’m kneeling on the bed a second later. Still weak from her time being tied to the chair, I grab her hands and pin them down above her head.
Usually I would tell her what to do but I don't trust my words now. Instead I lean down and bite into her flesh through the mask, right where I painted the orgasm count on her chest. Her lungs fill with air at the contact and I move downward. I open my mouth wide to suck her tit into my mouth and bite down hard on her peaked nipple. The fabric protects it from drawing blood and she moans as the hormone cocktail floods her body after I release her sensitive skin.
She’s panting heavily again. It’s my favorite song. I push myself up, releasing her hands. “Turn around. On your hands and knees. Now.” I slap her thigh for good measure and I make sure to leave my hand print there.
I unclasp my belt and make quick work to loop it around her neck, pulling it taut but not restricting her air, yet. Leaning back, I suck in air, completely in awe with the sight before me. “You look divine, little bunny.” I tell her, pulling on the makeshift leash and she moans while her head falls into the pillows.
My hand drives over her thighs and bare ass. I consider tattooing or branding my name onto that. It’s mine after all. I slap her ass and she whimpers lustfully at the contact while shoving her hips back into my crotch.
“You want that cock?” I ask her teasingly, grinding the tent against her. I could explode right now. She mumbles unintelligible words into the pillows and I take my end of the belt and smack the leather on her hip. “Use your words, little bunny. Do you want that cock?”
She stiffens at my threatening voice but nods eagerly. “Yes, please.”
I smack the other side. “Please what?” I warn her. She’s so weak from the orgasm parade she had while tied to that chair. I have her right where I want her. My plan is set in place.
A hiss rolls over her lips before she whines. “Please, I want your cock.”
“Where do you want it? I want you to say it.” I let some inches of the belt slip out of my hand to give her more air to answer.
“In my pussy, please.” She rocks back into me as she pleads. I growl and rub big circles over his raw skin. “That’s my good girl.”
My pants are zipped open and my cock springs free, he’s thick, angry and leaking. I grab my member and smear that precum all over her ass cheeks, writing ‘Mask’ with it. I fumble for the polaroid camera and the flash illuminates her body a second later. Then I position my cock on her entrance and pull her leash tight. I give her just the tip. Her head shots up by the jerky movement and she gasps. “Please, Mask.”
Her eyes roll back into her head as the name she gave me falls from her lips. I can’t deny her anymore. My dick pushes against her folds and I let go of it, positioning my hands on her hips, one still holding the end of the belt. “Now, push back on me, bunny. Show me how much you want that cock.” I encourage her with a dark voice.
She wiggles her hips and whimpers as she feels the length entering. Her eyes fall closed as she slowly pushes her hips to mine. She’s swallowing inch after inch like a champ, even when tears build in her eyes. My cock is on the larger side of big and she likes the pain. It's a win-win situation.
She gasps when her ass meets my hips, I’m fully into her and she feels perfect. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me.” It pulsates and I feel her clenching down on me. I bite my lip, creating another kind of tension that prevents me from spilling into her right away. She has so much power over me again and I hate that I like it.
I haul my hand back and slap it on her ass, the waves riding up her reddened skin. “Move, baby.”
She moans as dopamine rushes through her a couple of seconds later and begins to pound against me at an easy pace.
I pull harshly on the leather and restrict her air completely, pulling her up so her back is against my front. “Is that how you show your gratitude to your man?” I growl into her ear before biting her shoulder, leaving my mark.
I throw her down again and she begins to rock against me faster.
My head falls back. I begin to pummel into her, meeting her halfway. After all, this isn't a punishment. I want something from her and she’ll give it to me.
I play with her for a couple of minutes, hitting her thighs, grabbing on her waist and hips until I’m sure they would bruise. She becomes a whining and sobbing mess, her hair sprawled out on the linens. There are no thoughts inside of her head except pleasuring me and herself on my cock. I can feel her next climax building, she dripping with cum and her legs are drenched.
I can start now.
“Why did you stop?” I hiss through gritted teeth, but she only answers with a moaned, “What?”
“Your social media. Two years ago. Silence since then.” I’m angry that she keeps secrets from me and I grip her tighter, growling. “Why?”
She’s breathing heavily and pants. “I- I wanted something different.”
She’s deflecting the answer. I hit her ass again. It glows in red and is puffy from the slaps before. “You used to post all the time. Pictures of your favorite cafés, stupid memes about not sleeping during exam week.” My eyes fixate on her face, hoping that I can read her thoughts.”Then. You. Vanished.” I tell her with every pump.
“I was exhausted,” she cries into the pillow, “Burnt out. Needed a reset.”
My eyes narrow and I don't respond right away. “The last photo you posted…you looked different.” I tell her and veil my concern with anger. “You were so thin. You didn't look like my little bunny at all.”
Her body goes slack and she’s so close to climaxing, I decide to go at a harder pace to press for answers. Hoping she’s too distracted to collect her thoughts.
“Wasn’t eating r-right,” She mumbles and moans. “S-stress. I’m fine now.”
I exhale through my nose, not satisfied by her answer. But I’m determined to fuck it out of her. “What happened, YN?” My voice is sharp. I use her name as leverage to keep her threatened.
She shakes her head gently, swimming in hormones, her voice is merely a whisper. “I just wanted to be free.” Tears run down her cheeks and her pussy pulses down on my cock. She’s seconds away from coming. I’m too.
I clench my jaw. The wall she built is solid. She isn't lying. But she isnt telling the truth either. Not all of it. I decide to let it go for now. I’ll make her tell me soon enough. I back off for now and reward her for the small answers she gave me.
“I want you to come on this cock, bunny. Right fucking now.” I growl and drive deeper into her like it would magically spill her secrets.
She screams and I restrain myself from catching her voice with my hand as she comes for the final time tonight. The sounds she makes for me are heavenly and I lose myself in her. Her walls grip me so hard it pushes me over the edge, too. I roar as she milks me. Her moans ebb down and I unfasten the belt around her neck, throwing it off the bed.
I collapse onto her and we fall into the soft mattress. My whole weight is on her and I can feel her heart racing beneath me. We stay like that until her orgasm is ridden out and small whimpers fall from her lips.
My hand tightens around her middle and I turn us around until she’s pressed neatly into my side. I’m lying on my back and her head rests on my heaving chest. One arm slung around her frame and the other brushes her hair out of her pretty face.
My hand traces the red parallel streaks around her neck. They’ll be gone by tomorrow. I don’t want to get her into the uncomfortable situation where she had to explain to her colleagues why she was wearing a tight collar. This will remain our secret after all. I won't be sharing the memories of our intimacy with anyone.
Her eyes flutter shut while our breathing evens out soon. I trace her heated skin softly with my fingers.
Her hand comes up to my chest and her fingers slowly foxtrott over my pecs. “Thank you.” she mumbles, drifting to sleep with every second.
I breathe a grunt instead of questioning her with words. Luring her to explain further.
“Thanks for today. For the cake. I haven't eaten something so good in a long time. Thank you for helping me with the paint. And thank you for the bed.”
I exhale at her sincere words but my mine catch in my chest.
“Thank you for being there for me.” she whispers just before her poultry lips part slightly and she’s deep into sleep.
Her words sting in my heart. They mean more than she tells me. When I saw that last picture of her, she looked so fragile. I want her to get back to the comfort weight she had before. Everyone likes cake, I just wanted to cheer her up. The thought of her going even a month without something as simple as a baked good makes my pulse race again. Hasn't she gotten cake in those two years where she was gone?
I want to tell myself that painting her apartment was an act out of pity but who am I lying to? I rewinded the camera feed and saw her struggling. All I wanted was to help her and feel more comfortable in her own four walls. And the bed… I want to tell myself that the sole reason I built it for her is that now I can tie her down and she would never be able to free herself. But the real reason is that I don't want her to sleep on the floor like a stray dog. I don't know entirely what happened to her but she deserves so much more than that. I’m determined to give her everything she needs.
I throw the blanket over us and pull her closer, before I allow myself to rest and close my eyes just for a second with my bunny in my arms.
The rumble of an exhaust of a car that hobbles over the cobblestone wakes me. My eyes adjust to the dim light of the sun that’s still hidden behind the mountains.
Fuck. I never stayed with the girls I fucked. That’s a rule I never broke before. The thought that this is more than just fucking runs though my mind but it doesnt upset me.
But still, I can’t be around when she wakes up. The mask could slip off and she could see who I really am. I pull the fabric from my face, grab the camera and snap a selfie of us. It’s the first picture of us together and my chest tightens at the thought that we look good together. She’s so beautiful and her soft form is the opposite of me. I want to protect her from any harm.
I bury my nose in her hair, smelling her perfume and our mixed scents, trying to carve it into my memory. I gently slip from the bed, cautiously watching her stirring against the cold air I leave her with instead of my body. She cuddles into the warmth of the sheets and lets out an exhale while she goes on dreaming. I hope it's about me.
I gather my clothes, slip into them and collect the polaroids I took tonight. I store them in the secret pocket of my jacket. Before I leave her apartment I take a last look at her sleeping.
I can’t think straight when she’s in the picture. She’s consuming my mind and everything I am. I want to fool myself and tell myself that I’m controlling her. But actually she’s controlling me. Am I still the hunter or is she haunting me?
The next morning I wake up sore. Bits of glue remain on the red areas where he duct taped me. The skin on my ass and thighs is raw from where he hit me with his belt and sitting hurts like a bitch. I try to have a cup of coffee, but it escapes the ripped corners of my mouth. The gag had the right size – too big.
I’ve learned my lesson. No touching from other men.
I’m kind of proud at how well I took everything he did to me last night. That he fingered my ass was a surprise. No one else ever tried to touch me there and he did just that with passion. The foreign touch hurt at first but I saw a piece of heaven every time he pulled his fingers out of me. I always thought that the girls in the porn I saw were faking that they liked it. Now I know better.
I sit at the dining table with Mask’s new gift in front of me. The box is bigger than last time. I read the note first.
You’ve learned your lesson. Let’s try something else tonight.
I open the box. It’s a polaroid camera. I didn't know that those kinds of cameras were still sold. My blood freezes at the thought that he will take photos of me. A chill runs down my spine at the thought that those will be compromising and he’ll have something to blackmail me. But he’s secretive about everything and I’m sure he’ll only use them as a trophy. I imagine him plastering them all over his wall with dates beneath.
He left me a phone too. I swipe it open to look at the contacts. There’s only one. Mask. A text message comes in. It’s from him.
Mask: Call me if you need me
My stomach flips. It makes me even more excited for what is to come. Sure as hell he has a tracker in this phone so he can always see where I am. I see it as a given to take it with me everywhere. But the high end camera is what takes in all my attention. He’ll demand photos of me and I can't decide if that makes me excited as well or frightened.
Time is creeping. It’s a monday, Feyre’s free day. I’m the only staff member in the clam pub. Mostly calm. There are just two men here.
One hour ago, a guy – who’s name I forgot instantly – came into the pub and sat at the bar, directly in front of me. No-name tattled and I nodded at his nonsense. I’m not really talking to him, I don't want him to think he can have anything else than a drink from me. He’s drunk and holding onto his last pint, sipping slowly on it. What’s concerning me more are his wandering eyes. They’re bouncing between my lips and my tits and they’re on my ass whenever I move.
The second one is Cassian Carnage. Captain Cassian Carnage, to be precise. I imagine him signing documents with a curved handwriting, so it looks like his initials are 666. The number of the devil, that’s just what he is – the devil and my personal pain in the ass. Why Feyre is friends with him is beyond my understanding. He’s arrogant, patronizing, and a total jackass with his cocky comments. But when the corners of his mouth turn into a grin I can’t help but think about what his lips would feel against mine. He’s handsome in a rugged way – I have to give him that.
He came in a couple of hours ago. He’s sitting in his usual place and reading over reports. At least he acts like it. I never catch him looking but I feel the burn of his eyes on my skin. I think he only takes small sips of his ale just to have me look over at him even more – the rule Feyre gave me still holds – he gets a drink whenever his glass is empty and they’re all on the house.
Just like now. I go over to him and set two glasses down in front of him. The clank against the wooden table makes him look up at me. His eyes meet mine and he grins. One ale and one tap water. Stay hydrated – not that I care if he crumbles to dust – but I know that it’s no fun to work with a hangover nor wiping off puke off the carpeted floor.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says with a chuckle that makes my skin pebble. I hate it. He tilts his head and his gaze trails slowly over me before landing back on my face. "You bring me beer and water like you're trying to keep me both satisfied and under control. Bit of a challenge, don’t you think?"
There it is. The arrogant charm he wears so easily. I raise an eyebrow and ignore how my breasts tighten. “Maybe you’re just thirsty.” I snap back.
His grin widens and he winks at me. "Oh, I am. Just not for the water."
The heat rises in my cheek as he stares me down without a further word. He’s a swine. I sigh and roll my eyes – it’s all I can do. I turn on my heel and head back to the bar before he can see the faint smile tugging at my lips. I hate how he manages to get under my skin so easily.
With my back to him, I hear a low chuckle. "That blush looks good on you, sweetheart," he calls after me, like he knows exactly what effect he has on me.
As soon as I’m behind the bar again, the guy from before continues to babble only half intelligible words and tries to engage me in a conversation with him. His heavy lidded eyes are no good sign and I put a glass of tap water in front of him. I considered spitting into it but I don't want to give him something from me. His hand grips my wrist before I can pull my arm back. I panic. It’s the same way my ex always grabbed me to tow me until we were alone. Then he would slap me across the face for my misbehaving.
“Let me go.” I beg with a weak voice. My eyes dart to my purse. The cell Mask gave me is in there. He told me that I should call him when I needed him. I pray that he will also come when I need something other than sex. After all, he was furious when another man touched me.
The man tugs at my arm painfully. “When’s your shift over?” he asks with a slur.
“Is there a problem, YN?” My eyes shoot to Cassian, who’s standing right behind the guy suddenly, towering over his sitting form. One would think the floorboards would creak under his weight but he managed to pop up without a sound. I’m frozen. All I can do is frown at him.
“Mind your own business,” No-name lulls back with a hiss.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Cassian grits out and pulls at his nape before hauling him outside. The door slams shut so I can't hear the threat Cassian throws at him. No-name spits at his feet and after a staring contest he leaves. Cassian returns and gets behind the bar towards me. He lifts his hand to brush a strand of hair to the side and I flinch, having a deja-vu of my ex trying to hit across my cheek. Confusion and worry hurry over his face. I feel like I can breathe again when he takes a step back. “You alright?” He asks as he observes me massaging the wrist No-name gripped.
“I had it under control.” I retort and get back to work while he takes a seat directly at the bar. If he wouldn't have been there I wouldnt have known what to do, how to defense myself – but I wont let him fucking know that. Again, his gaze is directed at me but I act like he isn't watching me.
I try to focus on stacking the clean glasses but one nearly slips through my fingers before I catch it again with a racing heart. The thing I need last is a broken glass five minutes before closing.
He watches me with quiet amusement, resting his arms on the bar, slowly turning the ale glass between his fingers. I can feel his gaze, of course he’s still staring.
“Don’t you have somewhere better to be?” I call out busying me with wiping the bar a third time. Doesn't he have to run in the mud or yell at some rookies or something?
“Nope.” He leans back in the seat like he owns the place. “This is the highlight of my day.”
I snort and fetch his empty glass to put it in the dishwasher. “Must be a sad day, then.”
He grins again and crosses his hands behind his head. “You wound me, sweetheart.”
Good. I want to see him bleeding.
I pause my footsteps and slowly turn to face him, narrowing my eyes as his words burn through my mind. “Don't call me that.”
“Why not? You’ve got that delicious look. Like if I touched you, I’d fall into your honey-trap.”
I scoff again and pull out the keys for the front door. “You’re insufferable.”
He gives me a lazy shrug. “Yet here you are, still talking to me.”
I shake my head and bite my lip, so I don't give him the satisfaction of my smile. But what I cannot hide are my flushed cheeks and I know he sees it. He always does. Cassian was there almost every evening and got on my nerves constantly. ‘He’s a lot. But harmless.’ were Feyre’s words.
I’m not so sure about that. Harmless men dont stare like that. Harmless men don't talk like he can see right through me. Harmless men don't make my stomach twist and my pulse race in the same breath. I want to throw a wet towel in his face.
My eyes flick to him as he stands and gets all his stuff before he heads for the door. There’s nothing harmless about him. And deep down I don’t know if that scares me, or thrills me.
I shoo him out to close up. After switching off the lights and locking the door, I let the keys sink into my purse. The night air is cold in the empty streets and it starts to rain. I can't wait to get home. Firstly, because I can't wait to have a glass of wine to relax. Secondly, because I’m sure Mask will come soon and do something to help me relax even further.
“You want me to walk you home?” Cassian asks. “You know, just in case…”
I square my shoulders and look down at him from the tip of my nose. “No, I’m fine. Goodnight, Captain.” I use his title to set the boundary. We’re not friends.
He nods. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” and strolls down the street. I watch him vanishing behind the next corner and take a deep breath.
Before I can turn to leave I’m grabbed by the throat and the back of my head is slammed into the brickstone. The grip is so tight I can’t breathe. Black dots blur my vision and a ringing noise echoes through my mind. The back of my head is hot and hurts so much I think I have a concussion. My eyes flutter and I struggle to look straight ahead.
My mind races and panic rises. He has found me. My abusive ex found me, takes me with him and locks me up in his basement until my skin forgets how the warmth of the sun feels like. I got three weeks without him – three weeks of freedom – now it's all gone. In the years he was with me I slowly fought my way for the tiniest bits of liberty – getting home alone after work, half a glass of wine on special occasions or choosing sexy new slip that I liked were my saving islands. Right now he’ll never allow me out of his sight. He’ll be with me or monitor me at all times. He’ll humiliate me and compel me with his wicked mind games to stay. The air in my lungs gets thin and I hope that I’ll see the last light of the world before he’s able to drag me back with him.
Then a voice lets my eyes shoot open and I see the stranger from the pub in front of me. “I came back for you.” he hisses through his rotting teeth and I gag as his alcohol laden breath fannes over my nose. His hands clamp down on my throat so tight that no air can come through. I struggle against him …. then he’s ripped from me.
I sag down, scraping my skin on the bricks of the wall. My knees hit the ground and a sharp pain rattles my body. I feel for my throat as the fresh air finally streams through it again.
THE HUNTER
I know her schedule. She’s having the late shift again. Over the last weeks I became obsessed with her to the point that I cannot fall asleep without staring at the video feed from her flat until my eyes fall closed from exhaustion. I can't even remember what I thought about when I had my cock in my hand before I saw her. The second I wake up she’s on my mind.
I don't need to wonder what she’s doing the whole time, because I can hit rewind and play on my phone as often as I like. I even hacked into the pub’s system to watch her. After she wakes I like to send her some dirty text messages on her new phone. I want her to communicate with me, so she needed this. Whenever I cross the threshold of the pub and see her behind the bar my balls tighten and my head swims. She has great tits and her still upside down name tag only encourages me to look at them. The soft waves of her hair flow in her ponytail and fall around her slender shoulders all the time. It’s hypnotizing. Her eyes glitter in the warm lights and her faint huffs are heard just from my ear over the too loud music. I like the way she’s so shy but snappy towards me, and I like the way she goes out of her comfort zone for Mask.
But what I hate is that another man is staring at her like she’s the last steak at the counter. He could never feel for her what I feel – never know her the way I know her. I’m devoted to giving her anything she needs, regardless as Cassian or Mask.
Her gaze wanders towards me constantly. I know she tells herself that it’s because she has to get me new drinks but deep down she does it because she can't peel her eyes from me. She feels the same pull towards me, like a fine golden band connects our hearts that rebounces when we’re too far apart. A part of me wants to give her a hand while she carries the heavy glass tray from the dishwasher but another one wants to lick and taste the small bead of sweat that runs down the side of her neck.
Nonetheless I like to make her all fuzzy while she’s working. The way she squirms drives me nuts and I readjust my position to cover my hard dick.
After throwing the creep out I stay to make sure he hasn't harmed her. I’ll get back at him later for even laying his eyes on her. What concerns me was that she flinched when I raised my hand to brush her hair out of her pretty face. Some fucker must have been hitting her, otherwise she wouldnt have this habit of fear. That means for me that I won’t get any sleep – I’ll take a deep dive in my computer to search for any hints with whom she was before me. It’s long overdue.
Of course she’s too proud to take my offer to walk her home. Perhaps also because she thinks that Mask is watching her. Clever girl. The last time a man came near her apartment he punished her for allowing him in. What she doesnt know is what Mask has done to him when he found him the following day.
I throw my stuff in my car and change my clothes in the large backseat before heading back to the pub to catch her. The mask is already on my face as I come around the corner. The years of training and missions in the army replaced the state of being frozen from shock by getting me moving instantly as I see her pushed against the wall by the drunken bastard from before.
I’m cursing myself for taking my time changing clothes and applying the perfume she knows Mask wears. If I had been here a minute earlier I could have prevented this situation.
I sprint onto him and hurl him away from her. I could never forget his ugly face. I know him from the troops. Some years back I trained his company. This little fucker was a pain in my ass – disobeying orders and couldnt take a ‘no’ for an answer. Now was the perfect opportunity to get him what he deserved. He’ll be beaten to mush by me for touching what’s mine.
I yank him from her and push him around the next corner and his back down onto the dirty ground. My legs straddle his torso easily as my fists pummel his face until not even his mother would recognize him. He coughs and spits blood as an unintelligible curse leaves his split lips, some of his teeth are missing. I’ve got a mean left hook. I stand up and hit him with my foot for good measure before I still before him to wait until he doesn’t get back up. I stomp on his right arm until I hear it crack – he’ll never ever be able to touch her again, maybe they’ll even have to amputate his arm. It's shattered beyond repair.
I lift the mask to spit on him before I pull it down again and leave to get to YN. She’s on her knees and wet strands cover her beautiful face. I bend at the hips to grab her upper arm and pull her up. My other hand comes around her chin to tilt her face to mine. “You okay?” I ask her with a heaving chest.
I scan her body down and up again. I can see no injuries beyond her ripped jeans. Her hands dig into my blood splattered shirt as she holds herself up on me. She nods faintly as our eyes meet. Her little form is frozen like a deer in headlights. I don’t want to rush her but I want her out of this situation – far away from this street, so I take her in my arms. My hands find the crook of her knees while the other sprawls out on her back before I haul her up into my arms and carry her to her apartment.
The door falls shut after we enter and I sit her down on the sofa. She’s shaking, probably more from the shock than the raindrops that are dotted all over her small body. She stares into nothing. I have to get her out of this dark headspace.
While I begin to undress her, she doesn't fight me and lets me peel her out of her wet clothes. I throw one of her fluffy blankets around her shoulders and wrap it around her front. She hasn't said a word yet and it starts to worry me.
I kneel before her. “Talk to me, little bunny,” I push.
Her eyes snap to me as I say her nickname. Her eyes are glazed as she answers. “He came out of nowhere. I thought he was–” she trails off. She must have thought it was me before she realized that I would never knock her little head against the brick wall so hard. I would never do that to her. Her mind is still racing, but I have the cure for that.
My hand comes up to the blanket and I slowly brush it to the side, exposing one of her glorious tits to my eyes. Her nipples are hard like they’re begging me to suck them into my mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be there when you need me. No other man will ever lay a hand on you. I’m the only one who can protect you and I’ll kill everyone who tries to prove you wrong.” We gaze into each other's eyes until the message sinks into her. I’ll be the only man who touches her, who makes her scream from pain and pleasure, the only one who makes her cry for the best reason.
A small smile tugs at her lips. The way her lips curl makes me obsessive. I want to see that every time I look into her pretty face. My girl is happy that I came for her.
Before I can touch her tit, her hand comes up to my shoulder and she fists my shirt. Her eyes are still locked with mine and for a moment I’m afraid that she’ll recognize my eyes. They flick to the place where my lips are hidden away under the mask and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She wants to kiss her saviour but doesn't know how to tell me.
Her fingers slide over the fabric of my shirt and to the hem of the mask. I want to feel her hand on my skin so bad, but where would be the fun in that? My large hand grabs her small one and pulls it away forcefully from my neck while I growl. “No touching the mask.”
She lets out a frustrated whimper but she gets the message. Try to rip off the mask and I’ll be gone forever. No more of those thrilling adventures she enjoys so much. I can tell by the pulse racing on her throat that the treat only turns her on more. If she’d rip the mask off my face I would have to find another way to torment her with my presence, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Still, I like how eager she is and I grab both her wrists to hold them down while my other hand fists her hair. I pull her face to mine and place my covered lips on her bare ones. Kissing was never a thing I was into. Too intimate. But she’s different. I wish the fabric wasn't there. I barely can contain myself from finally tasting her tongue. Her soft sigh makes me feral and I make a mental note to bring a blindfold next time so I can kiss her properly.
She melts against me and she stops shaking. Good. The fabric gets wet where she kisses me and she loses herself while moving her lips. My cock is hard already and jerks in my pants as her tongue licks the mask. She makes me go crazy and I grunt out a moan. I hate her for having such a power over me. Now she knows that she has the upper hand.
That’s enough. It’s not what I’m here for. Let’s turn it around again.
I pull her away from me by her hair and she screeches as I almost pull out some strands. I chuckle at that. “You remember that gift I left for you, little bunny?”
Tears line up in her eyes as she nods eagerly. “Go and get it for me.” I order her in a harsh tone. I like to play with her. Sending mixed signals is step one at keeping her on her toes. She won't know what will happen next. It’s part of the thrill that makes her horny.
THE PREY
My mind is still dazed from the kiss. I felt…powerful when he gave in to my call for more intimacy. I wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips but now I have those stupid threads stuck between my teeth from the effort I put into that. I gaze at him but as he moves his eyebrow up I know that he won’t tell me to get the camera a second time. He’s in charge again.
I throw off the blanket and storm past him to grab it from the table, not caring that I’m totally naked. I’m surprised at how eager I am to follow his command. But the tingle in my clit throws all the judgemental thoughts out. He has this effect on me – I do everything he’s telling me to do and I wonder how far I’ll go to please him.
When I turn around he’s standing upright. Then my eyes catch at his crotch. He’s hard as steel and his pants tent. My mouth waters at the thought of having his dick down my throat.
“Come here.” His deep voice pulls me out of my stun.
I move and come to stand before him, near enough that my hard nipples graze the fabric of his shirt when I take a deep breath. In the corner of my eye I can see his hairs standing as my breath fans over his skin. Even though he’s so much taller than me, I give my best to look down my nose at him. I want that power back that he let me have during the kiss. I want him to give in to me – to kneel for me.
I let a small smirk play on my lips just when I throw the camera on the plush cushion, “I could have handled the guy myself.” I tell him and the way he bristles tells me he thinks otherwise. I know it’s a lie, too. But I want to tickle more emotions out of him. I want to see how much I can tease him until he bursts out.
His stoic face falters and his eyes darken when his smile ends in dimples behind the fabric. I cannot hold his gaze anymore. That’s when he knows how fast he can break me. I’ll lose.
His hand grips my hair and yanks at it as he steps into my space. His hard cock presses into my stomach and his face is a mere inch from mine. Chiseled muscles emanate heat and I wish my hands could touch his abs. Wilde eyes bore into mine. “What did you just say?” he growls and the reverberation sends a shiver down my spine.
“I said–” I yelp again as he pushes me to my knees by my hair. My hands grip his forearm and leave half moon indents on his tanned skin. My face is right in front of his crotch and I see a spot of precum darkening his pants.
His other hand unzips his pants and shoves them and his boxers down just enough to let his member and balls spring free. A thick smell of musk and semen hits my nose and I lick my lips at the sight of the delicious drop that’s waiting at the tip.
“You can tell me again with my cock down your throat. Let’s see how sassy you’re when you’re suffocating on my dick.” Mask snarls just before his hand tightens in my hair once more and pushes my face to his crotch, my mouth instantly opening to let him in.
My hands fly to the back of his thighs for stability as he guides my mouth to take him at least halfway in. His head falls back as his hips snap back and forth, digging deeper with each thrust.
“Come on, little bunny. What did you want to say again?” he coos mockingly and picks up the speed. I tried to mumble the words around his cock but there were only unintelligible sounds between the sucking and pulling. “That’s what I thought.” he groans and slaps my cheek like it was a praise.
“You’ll fucking learn that I’m the only one you’ll be handling.” He exhales, his chest puffed. “And. That. I’m. The. Only. One. Who. Can. Handle. You.” He says with each trust.
If I can’t tell him my protest, I’ll let him feel it.
I let my eyes fall closed and push deeper. I can only take a small gasp of air when his cock leaves my mouth for a split second. My mind feels dizzy from the lack of oxygen and I take him as deep as I can.
The tip of his cock is buried in my throat but when I try to pull back, he keeps my head in place. I try to rock back but it's no use. My throat works to inhale without use and swallowing also doesn't work. I let out a desperate whimper and look up into his dialed eyes while tears run down my cheeks.
“Only I can save you.” he hisses as he stares me down, seeing my eyes roll back from hypoxia and pleasure just before he pulls my head back, releasing my mouth from his huge dick.
“Good girl.” My clit jerks from his praise.
I gasp for air and cling to his thighs. He’s made his point clear. He’s the one with the power, still. And I would give it to him with a smile on my face as long as it means that I’m the only one who gets him off.
“Now suck off your savior,” He orders, “And show me how thankful you are.”
I don’t care that my mascara is smeared all over my cheeks by now when I take his cock into my mouth once more. I’m so turned on that I don’t care that saliva is streaming out of the corners of my mouth as I swirl my tongue around him every time he thrusts into my throat. His moans and grunts are even more motivation, it's animalistic. And the way he talks dirty to me weakens my knees – I’m thankful that I’m already kneeling for him.
“You’re gonna trust me and believe in my words, little bunny.” He groans as he bites his lips.
I take him in deeper than before. “I’ll make you pious. And I’ll be your god.” my pussy clenches around nothing at his words. They’re so hot and they drive me wild. He fucks my face and I want to touch myself so bad I can't stand it. Maybe if I do a good job he’ll eat me out later.
“Rub your clit for me.” he says and I don't hesitate to reach for the jewel between my legs. I gasp at how soaked I am for him, my thighs are covered in my cum. I match the pace I take with his dick as I rub my swollen bud. It’s way too sensitive and hurts but I cannot stop. Not right now. Not when I’m so close.
I pick up my pace like I believe him when he says he’s the only one for me. That I’m only safe when he’s around watching me. His groans and moans melt into me and I feel like I'm leaving my body and giving myself into the bliss that he lets me have. A creepy feeling settles into my very bones. I know that he’s my salvation and my threat at the same time. He’s the only god I have. He’s the only god I need. He can lift me into paradise or throw me into hell at his desire. Whatever he decides I’ll do it. As long as he’s mine.
His cock throbs. He’s close. Suddenly he pulls me back by my hair and a bright flash blinds me.
“Look at me,” he orders. Another flash. I can't see anything but white.
“Stretch your tongue out.” I follow his command and feel his big thumb pressing my tongue and playing with it. I stare up at him with crying, unseeing eyes while hoping to get my part of pleasure out of it. My clit is weeping for him and my hand just can't do what he can.
“That’s my girl.” He compliments with a roar and hot ropes of his cum cover my tongue and dart over my cheek. I let my mouth open as wide as I can as he spits into my mouth, coating his cum on my tongue with his spill. I whine and moan at the thought that I have all of him on my tongue. He gave it to me. I did that. I made him come, because he was so aroused – by me. Not any other girl.
Another flash.
He was seeing me every other night or even more often. Windhaven has always been an army camp. Every guy is in the army or has been. That means his schedule is neat. I want to imagine I’m the only one he’s seeing right now. I want me to be the one he comes to first thing after a mission. I want me to be the only one who knows so much about him to get him off. No matter who Mask is I want other girls to be jealous of me for me being the only one who gets to be close to him.
“Now swallow and open up again.”
I do as he says.
Flash.
I come down from my almost-high and my eyes begin to get used to the darkness of my apartment. I look up with a proud face and show him that I swallowed everything he gave me. He lazily smirks at me behind the mask as he zips up his pants and pats my cheek lovingly. “You did so good for me, bunny,” he drawls and pats my cheek when my eyes fall to his bloodied shirt.
I didnt give a fuck before, because my arousal took over but now I worry if he hides that he’s injured. I frown but before I can ask if he’s okay he takes my hands and pulls me up cautiously. One of his hands finds the small of my back until I can stand on my own. Somehow he knew that my legs have gone numb over the time I’ve been kneeling for him.
His hazel eyes are bright against the dark backdrop that is my apartment. They crinkle at the edges as his hand gently grabs my cheek to look up at him, just as his other hand pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Go take a shower.” He says and I can't help but feel – taken care of.
First, he defended me from no-name and then made me swear that he’s the only one who could be there for me. Now, he knows better than me – telling me to get clean. Of course he also means for me to cuddle into bed afterwards and that he’ll stay for as long as it’ll take.
I gaze up into his eyes, letting out a small whimper as I realize that I won’t be coming by his hands. He makes me crazy and do crazy things. I’m not even wondering what the rest of his face looks like. And frankly: I really don't care. As long as Mask is there for me, I don't care who he is or what he looks like. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before and I think he feels the same about me. That’s why he comes back to me.
His hands fall from me as a goodbye and I turn on shaky legs. “Goodnight, Mask.” I say to him as I enter the bathroom.
“Good night, my little bunny.” he tells me before I close the door of the bathroom shut.
I let the hot streams engulf me and hear the door of my apartment shut a moment later. Then I hear the lock click and I know he left me.
I cannot decide if it unsettles me that he has his own key or if it calms me down. That he’s the only one who can come to me, neither if it’s for my or his pleasure or my saving in the worst case.
My hair is leaving a trace of drops on the floor when I enter my bedroom and I halt when I stand before my mattress. I find a fresh glass of water next to it and a polaroid on the pillow.
I get under the covers and hold the freshly printed picture to my face. I cannot tell If I look beautiful or not. Only that I’m devoted as fuck in the shot.
I’m on my knees, my hand between my legs. If I’d look closely I could see the pink mound. My mouth is open and his cock presses into my plump bottom lip. His cum and his spit are merged on my tongue as my pleading eyes are looking into the depths of the lense. I remember the feeling of him inside my throat and I can tell right now that I’ll be sore and with a raspy voice for at least three days.
No matter how much my jaw aches from him keeping it open, it stretches into a wide smile as I think of him. Of what he did to me. Of what I did to him.
I can be his slut. I’ll be the only one he needs. The only one he wants. I’ll be his secret and his cheerleader. He’ll belong to me as much as I belong to him.
