Page 14 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

S ean leads me to the living room, where he has his camera and tripod set up in front of the couch. Parts of his outfit are still on the couch as well. I keep covering my body with my hands, I can’t help myself.

Standing in front of a camera makes me uncomfortable, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do this. But I don’t want to disappoint him, so I say nothing. I’m sure that if I told him not to post the video, he wouldn’t.

“Put the mask on and cover half your face,” he says. I stretch the black cloth mask over my head and down my face, covering my nose and mouth. It’s tight but not uncomfortable.

No one will be able to tell who I am, so it makes me feel a bit more calm. I watch as he puts his mask on, sort of like the one I’m wearing, but it has the outline of a skeleton face on it. He’s doing his ‘Ghost’ Simon Riley cosplay today.

“Am I supposed to be your prisoner or something?” I tease.

“Sure, something like that.” He shrugs. “Do I have to put handcuffs on you?” He tilts his head and his eyes rake over my body. Again, I use my arms to cover my midsection as if he hasn’t already seen every inch of my body. I turn to look at the camera I’m standing in front of and eye it wearily.

“On your knees, princess, and face the camera. I want to show off my prisoner,” he says as he walks over and sits on the couch with his legs spread wide and arms crossed. Fuck, he looks so hot in all black military gear.

My heart races with anticipation, and I slowly lower my body onto my knees and sit back on my heels. I’m in front of the camera just like he asked, but I’m not looking at it. Instead, my head is down and I’m staring at the floor in front of me.

He leans forward, brushes the hair off of my shoulders, and pulls it back tight, forcing me to look at the camera. The little red light is on, so that means it’s recording, right?

Shit, my face instantly heats and my arms instinctively move to cover myself.

“Don’t you fucking dare try to cover yourself,” he whispers into my ear.

“Hands behind your back.” I slowly move my arms behind me and cold steel handcuffs wrap around each wrist. He tightens them, but not enough to hurt me, just enough to keep me in place.

My heart is pounding so fast and loud it’s all I hear in my ears. The other elements in the room disappear, and the only thing I can focus on is Sean sitting right behind me. His fingers run down my back, making my skin tingle.

My stomach tightens, but not in fear. He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me back, so I’m sitting right in between his legs. The straps of my bra slide down my shoulders, and my breath hitches.

“I want to show off those beautiful pierced nipples,” he growls into my ear. “Sit on my lap and let me touch you.”

He unclasps my bra as I rise, but my handcuffed hands prevent it from falling. The cold air in the apartment makes my nipples instantly harden, and Sean’s eyes don’t leave my body as I awkwardly sit on his lap and try not to fall over.

His muscular arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place on his lap as his other hand teases my rock hard nipples. He seems to enjoy my piercings, and I’ve experienced nothing like this before. The sensation is so intense it makes my core ache with desire.

I’ve forgotten about the camera in front of us when he rubs my inner thigh with his hand. My legs part without a thought, and I lay my head back onto his shoulder.

“Good girl, just relax for me and let me play with your perfect body,” he says as I reach my hands back to find his hard cock. I smile under my mask, knowing that I have him wanting me just as much as I want him.

Arching my back, I adjust myself so my ass is on his dick, and I slowly grind against him. His chest vibrates with a growl as he spreads my legs wider so they’re draped over his.

I close my eyes and feel his hands touching every bit of my exposed body, all on camera. He isn’t just touching me with need, he’s caressing my breasts, stomach, hips and thighs.

His fingers tease my naked skin, making me crave more. I focus on my breathing as his hands travel down my stomach and rub against my wet panties. He traces his fingers along my swollen lips and teases my clit.

“Can I take these off?” he asks as he hooks a finger on the side of my panties.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. I need to focus before I make a mess of myself on him and on camera.

I’ve never had such a sensual experience before with a man.

Any guy I’ve ever been with has solely focused on his own pleasure and never made me come like Sean has—multiple times in a row.

I guess I’ve never trusted someone like I do him.

“Stand up,” he demands, and I snap back into reality by planting my feet on the ground in front of me and standing up straight. The cuffs on my wrists loosen. He removes them and throws them to the side, but I keep my hands behind my back. I don’t dare try to cover my body like I did before.

“Good girl, now turn around, bend over, and take your panties off.”

I turn slowly to face him as he’s seated on the couch watching, then I bend at the waist and slide my black thong down my hips and legs before straightening up again, all while keeping eye contact. I can see a smile through his mask, and I know he’s proud of me for following his instructions.

“Do you like to be spanked?” he asks, and I take a moment to think. I’ve never experienced being spanked, so I don’t know if I’ll like it.

He senses my hesitation and pats on his thigh, calling me over to him. Instead of having me sit on his lap, he turns me around so I’m laying on my stomach across his legs while he caresses my ass.

“If it’s too much or too hard, tell me and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I moan. The anticipation is killing me.

I’ve always fantasized about being spanked but was always nervous I wouldn’t like it.

“I’ll give you three on each side. Count them out as we go.

” Before I can even respond, there is a sharp sting on my right ass cheek.

Fuck! That felt… good. And I want more. “Count, prisoner!” he growls while pulling on a handful of my hair.

“One!” I yelp out. Then another sharp sting on my ass makes me grit out, “Two!” I bite my lip in anticipation of the third smack, which makes me raise my hips and push my ass up further into the air. “Three,” I moan.

My ass cheek stings a bit as he strokes it gently for a moment. His hard cock presses against my ribs, and it makes me more excited knowing he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

The surprise of the fourth smack brings me back to focus as I call out, “Four!” And the next two come quickly after. And again, after he’s finished, he strokes the area he just spanked.

“Now, get on your knees and show the camera your ass. I want everyone to see the marks I’ve left on my prisoner.” I slide off of his lap and get on my knees right in between his legs, making sure I show my ass to the camera.

My hands travel up his muscular thighs and find his hard cock to stroke through his pants. He moans in pleasure and throws his head back onto the couch. My pussy is so wet, and I want to pull his cock out and sit on it. I want to ride him until he fills me up with his cum again.

I undo the button and zipper of his pants, and he brings his head back down again. His head cocks to the side. “Does my prisoner want my cock now?” he asks.

I nod my head eagerly, so he pulls himself out of his pants, grabs my wrists, and pulls me onto his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, and feel his cock pressing against my entrance.

Without hesitation, he shifts his hips up and slams himself into me, balls deep.

I throw my head back in ecstasy and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

His hands are gripping my ass in the spots where he spanked me, and the pain mixed with the pleasure of him stretching my tight cunt has me going wild.

I ride his dick with passion, and he wraps his arms around my body, keeping me close to him. Our eyes never leave one another’s. The emotional connection we share is as powerful as our physical connection. Two fires joined, inextinguishable.

The walls of my pussy tighten, and I cry out as my body shudders in pleasure.

His grip tightens on me before he pulls me off his dick and lays me down on my back on the couch.

He kneels above me while stroking himself over my face.

His hot cum covers my masked face and glasses, just like he said he wanted to do, and his groans fill the silence in the room.

“Oh fuck, princess,” he breathes out before walking over to the camera and turning it off. I remove my glasses and the mask that’s soaked with his cum and my sweat. He takes his own mask off and laughs.

“I think we need another shower, huh? Or should we take this back to the bedroom and I eat that tasty pussy of yours first?” I giggle as he comes over, cradles me in his arms, and brings me to the bedroom, where we spend most of the afternoon.