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IRIS

“Iris, get off of my counter!”

I sneak a glance at Max, giving him a playful wink before swiftly moving to the opposite side of the counter so he doesn’t catch me.

Once my mission was complete, I wasted no time and headed straight to Sin.

I performed on the stage, and now I’m savouring the two final songs, their melodies drifting over from the bar counter.

“God. Get down!”

“Not a chance,” I confidently remove my top, left only with my bra on, as I feel the warm breeze of the establishment on my skin and toss it towards him.

He groans as I keep moving to the beat of the music.

The main room is packed with people enjoying the show of the performers while others are gathered in the middle, dancing and singing.

“C’mon girl! Show us how it’s done!” James shouts, raising his beer and cheering me on with excitement.

As I dance, my hips sway in perfect rhythm while a man in the crowd shouts, “Shot! Shot! Shot!”

He’s followed by several men and women.

Max lets out an exasperated sigh as I comply with their request and lie on the counter.

“Don’t be moody,” I chuckle, my voice cracking with every word. “It means more money for you.”

He shakes his head, but I see the crack of a smile.

“So, what are we having?” Max asks the crowd.

“TEQUILAAAAA!” they all shout in unison.

Max expertly pours the shot, carefully balancing it on my belly button. I can feel the coolness of the salt as he places it on my stomach, and the tangy scent of the lime fills my nostrils as he places it between my lips.

A wave of discomfort engulfs me as if someone is watching my every move.

I had this feeling earlier, but I didn’t see anyone.

As James steps forward, the crowd erupts in cheers, their collective voices urging him on.

I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin as he leans towards the glass, his teeth grabbing onto it before he tilts his head back and drinks it all in one gulp.

With a triumphant cheer from the crowd, he drops the glass on the counter and proceeds to lick the salt on my stomach.

It’s a middling experience, neither good nor bad.

The feeling of being watched grows stronger as James spends an excessive amount of time licking the salt.

I strain to see in the darkness, my eyes frantically searching for any sign of another person in the room, but I see nothing.

Shit.

With a proud smile, James leans in close, his breath warm against my lips, and plucks the lime from my mouth with his teeth.

It’s as if my ears are filled with a distant roar, making it impossible to ignore.

What the fuck was that?

After James, several people, both men and women, eagerly line up to take their turn for their shot.

“Last call! The club is closing in five!” Max shouts as he places the lime between my lips.

Amy is the last to take her shot, her lips brushing against mine before grabbing the lime as she whispers, “If you’re tired of men, remember where to find me. I guarantee the orgasms I can give you would surpass anything they’re capable of.”

I stifle a chuckle as she takes the lime and bites into it, her face contorting from the sour taste.

Before she can escape, I firmly grasp her neck and press my lips against hers, playfully nibbling on her lips. She moans in my mouth before I murmur, “Thank you for the offer, but I think I love dicks too much to give that up.”

She chuckles against my lips. “Fair enough.”

She detaches herself from me while Max assists me in getting off the counter.

“You did it again,” he groans behind me.

“Maxie... You need to loosen up and experience the exhilaration of having fun.”

“Maxie? Really?”

“Yup, grumpy boy. Pretty fitting.” Planting a kiss on his cheek, I swiftly head towards the changing room to retrieve my things.

My eyes dart from one corner of the club to another, trying to shake off this lingering feeling.

I hastily gather my belongings in the bustling room and let out a quick “See ya!” before making my exit.

The air is crisp, carrying a hint of autumn as some streets in the suburb have already begun decorating for Mischief Night, a celebration still weeks away but eagerly anticipated by the locals.

It’s one of my favourite celebrations.

As I walk through the streets, I turn my head at the sound of footsteps approaching from behind, but there is no one there.

Weird.

I quicken my pace and untie the knife clip from my hair, gripping it tightly in my hands.

Who is stupid enough to follow me?

I turn left, my footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves, then right, entering the hidden woods behind my flat.

The footsteps momentarily halt, then grow louder and more distinct.

There is nobody around, only the soothing chorus of crickets surrounding me.

Soothing, or rather, I’d say creepy right now.

“Whoever you are, I strongly suggest turning back and retracing your steps.” My voice booms through the silence.

Turning my head one last time as I enter the woods, I manage to catch a glimpse of the LED mask, its eyes and mouth illuminated by the crossing lights.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

By his towering height and confident posture, I can confidently say it’s a man.

Tilting his head mockingly, he increases his speed as he approaches me.

Ugh. I just wanted to go home.

My veins pulsating with adrenaline, I sprint through the forest, my senses heightened, searching for a secluded spot to take cover before launching my assault.

He runs fast, but I’m faster.

I zigzag between the trees, the branches brushing against my arms as I try to escape him. I glance over my shoulder and see that he is no longer trailing behind me.

My heart thumps loudly in my ears, drowning out all other sounds, as a surge of adrenaline courses through my veins.

Despite the urge to stop, I know better.

Just as I turn back, a hand unexpectedly grabs me, cutting off my breath with a tight grip around my throat.

Fuck.

I lunge forward, attempting to stab him, but he effortlessly evades my attack and tightens his grip around my throat, causing my vision to blur.

“You should be faster next time.” His voice echoes through the distorted filter of a machine as his other hand glides over my body.

With a violent tug, he tears off my top as I frantically attempt to free myself.

I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.

Annoyance. Excitement. Again, annoyance.

How the hell did he catch me?

The strength of his hand around my throat is so intense that it paralyses my entire body.

I can’t make out his eyes as he looks at me before lifting my skirt and forcefully tearing my tights into pieces.

“No,” my voice croaks. “Y-you’re going t-to regret t-this.”

“Am I?” The intensity in his gaze is unsettling, as the faint glow from his mask casts a shadow over his eyes while he gingerly slides my underwear to the side.

He leans in closer, his face inching towards mine, as I continue to struggle against his grip, feeling his hands trailing over my pussy.

“I thought that was what you wanted?”

He laughs like a maniac as he retrieves his belt faster than I can blink and wraps it so tightly around my wrists that I can feel my pulse echoing in my ears.

Wait. Those eyes.

A scream escapes from my lips as he forcefully penetrates me with two fingers, his hand gripping my throat tightly.

“I…” Shit.

“Fucking soaked.”

He retrieves his fingers and forcefully pins me against the tree, his hand remaining firmly in place.

With no time to process, he seizes the belt, brings my hands towards him, and begins stroking himself with them.

The machine magnifies his groan, making it resonate within me.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you? And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.”

I shouldn’t like that.

I shouldn’t.

And yet, I do.

As his hand continues to constrict around my throat, I can feel the tears cascading down my cheeks while he lets go of the belt, letting them drop. I take this as my opportunity to push against him, but the weight of his upper body blocks any attempts. His chuckles reverberate against me as he effortlessly lifts my leg.

Fuck. I hate feeling helpless.

With a sudden, forceful thrust, he penetrates me, causing me to let out an involuntary cry.

“Fuuuuck! So tight around my cock.”

It takes me a few seconds to adjust to his imposing size as he thrusts into me with an intense and frenzied energy.

The bark of the tree scratches against my back, sending waves of pain, but I push it aside as my moans and cries grow louder.

“That’s it! Louder. Scream for me.”

He thrusts relentlessly, his movements becoming more intense with each thrust until my vision blurs and my eyes roll back.

“This is what you get for letting other people touch what’s mine !”

As his grip around my throat loosens, I gasp for air, struggling to catch my breath while he carefully lets his fingers trail over Bart 2.0 and unlocks the knife.

Silently, I observe as he smoothly glides the knife along my collarbone, the burning sensation intensifying with each push.

He goes through the process multiple times, making sure there is a sufficient amount of blood before wiping it with his finger and offering it to me.

I taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue as his roar rumbles in the wood, amplifying the intensity of his merciless thrusts.

“I’m going to fill you up for weeks. You’ll be so full of me that you’ll have no other choice than to think of me every single fucking second of the day.”

He pulls out, tugging on the belt before flipping me around, and forcefully presses my face against the rough surface of the tree before thrusting back inside me.

The intense mix of pain and pleasure becomes overwhelming, causing my cries to escalate in volume.

And that’s enough to drive him wild.

I can’t help but flinch as he pulls on my hair, the sensation of feeling like tiny needles pricking at my scalp, while his other hand grasps the curve of my hip with such intensity that I already expect the bruises that will appear tomorrow.

“Aren’t you a good fucking slut taking me like that? Or maybe you’d have preferred one of the men in your club?”

“D-did you kill them?” I manage to say, my words strained through gritted teeth as I endure the pain of my cheek pressing into the harsh surface.

“Maybe I did. Maybe not. I guess you’ll never know.”

He thrusts deeper, causing my breasts to brush against the tree, just like my face, as his hand finds my nipple and forcefully tugs on it before giving it a twist.

My scream resounds through the stillness of the wood, accompanied by his grunting from behind.

The sensation intensifies as he stimulates my other nipple, heightening my orgasm to its peak.

With a forceful grip, he wraps his hand around my throat, applying pressure with his thumb and index finger on either side of my trachea. I can feel my breath constricting, making it difficult to swallow.

My body responds instantly, trembling and succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure of my orgasm.

My cry echoes through the air in a fractured sound as my trembling body refuses to stay steady, and my legs collapse beneath me.

His strong arm firmly holds me in place as his powerful thrusts intensify.

“Fucking perfect.”

As he stays still within me, a primal growl escapes his lips, causing vibrations that resonate through my body. Simultaneously, I am aware of his pulsating cock, and feel the warmth of his cum slowly trickling between my thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The sound of his voice, cold and robotic, rings through the forest, creating an eerie atmosphere as he forcefully thrusts twice before pulling out with a groan.

I try to catch my breath as he leans down and wipes away the cum that has trickled down before pushing it back into my pussy.

Feeling his fingers on my skin, I let out a soft moan, aware of the chilly night air caressing my body.

He stands up and spins me around before extending his fingers towards me.

I waste no time and immediately lick them, eliciting a groan from him.

He removes them from my mouth and hoists up his jeans with a subtle jump, then leans in and raises his mask slightly, allowing our lips to touch.

“Always so fucking sweet.” He hums.

“You owe me. Again,” I manage to say.

“I think I already gave you what you wanted. How did you know?”

“Your eyes.”

“Not even my dick?”

“Nope.”

He chuckles before placing Bart 2.0 back in its spot, tenderly brushing his hand against my cheek and walking away.

“You can’t fuck me like a whore and be sweet after!” I shout, but my voice comes out raspy.

Damn him.

“I think I can, Starling!”

Great .