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NINETY-SEVEN

AMETHYST

I don’t know if the hours of training are finally paying off or if Xero is being easy on me for the sake of the recording. The screen room offers our first chance to get a 360-degree view of my combat skills, allowing him to break down my techniques.

Either way, I plan to savor my victory.

He’s on his knees now, his chest heaving as he processes the pain I’ve inflicted on his balls. The look on his face is pure pride.

I step back, out of reach, not completely sure if this is the end of our contest. Just in case he decides to cheat, I hide the dagger behind my back.

“Did I win?” I ask.

He springs to his feet with an agility that belies his pain and pulls me to his chest. Then he grins down at me like a feral cat, making my heart slam against its cage like a trapped bird.

“What did I say about underestimating your enemy?” he growls, his thick erection pushing into my belly through his pants.

I bring the dagger to his neck and press the blade into his skin. “And what did I say about underestimating me?”

His eyes narrow, and the corners of his lips lift into a smirk. “I’m impressed. Now, put down the knife and get your reward.”

“How about I take what I want?” Keeping the dagger to his throat, I add, “Strip. ”

Arching a brow, he steps back, shrugs out of his jacket, and drops it on the floor. “Fine.”

He peels off his shirt, letting me admire the canvas of faint scars crossing his chiseled pecs and defined abs. The screens behind him reflect a beautifully muscled back, also lined with faint scars he must have gotten through nearly a decade of being trained as an assassin.

Eyes never leaving mine, his hand slides down to his belt buckle. In my periphery, multiple versions of Xero loosen their flies. Before I know it, he’s toed off his shoes and slipped down his pants, revealing that impossibly huge cock and all its piercings.

I can’t help but lick my lips.

“See something you like, little ghost?” he asks with a wicked grin.

My fingers tighten around the dagger, and I close the distance between us, running the tip of its blade over his nipples, down his abs, before finally resting at the base of his cock.

Xero hisses, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Careful with that knife,” he says, his voice a teasing purr. “You don’t want to accidentally nick something you might enjoy.”

“Get on your knees.”

In an instant, he’s taken the dagger out of my hands and pressed it against my throat. Those cold blue eyes bore deeply into my soul, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “You first.”

Shit.

Note to self: Fine-tune my disarming techniques.

I drop to my knees, my eyes never leaving his. “Happy now?”

“Move our clothes behind the screen so we’re not blocking any of the cameras.”

With a huff, I gather up my corset, Xero’s shoes and socks. I reach for the belt, but he plucks it and the rope from the pile. Heat floods my pussy at the thought of what he’ll do to me next, and I stifle a groan.

I rise to walk to the other side of the screen room, when Xero places a hand on my head and says, “Crawl.”

My breath quickens. “How am I going to carry the clothes when I’m on my hands and knees? ”

“Put them between your teeth.”

He takes my leather corset and his shoes from the pile and places them on my back like I’m a little pack horse. Then he shoves my head down into the pile of clothes and makes me pick them up between my teeth.

“Asshole,” I say through a mouthful of fabric.

“Do I need to give you a count of ten?”

“No.” I crawl on my hands and knees, my cheeks flaming. I won Xero’s little challenge. I survived sixty seconds and even kneed him in the balls. How the hell is this my reward?

When I reach the screen, I place our items in a small pile and turn around, knowing better not to walk back. My gaze drops to the images beneath my body, and the sight of my swaying breasts makes me moan.

I glance over my shoulder to see myself from behind, noting my reddened ass cheeks. Xero is in the background, standing like an obscene work of art with his cock piercings glinting in the artificial light.

“See how beautiful you look on camera?” he asks, his eyes blazing behind the mask.

My cheeks heat. With my curls pulled straight and the mask covering the top half of my face, I could be someone else. A woman with a complete life and a complete memory, exploring her kinks with the man she loves.

Love?

It certainly isn’t hate or even fear. I like him, and when he isn’t being a tyrant, he’s the sweet, sensitive man who wrote me those heartfelt letters. Xero accepts me, even with my dirty secrets and fractured past. He chases away the delusions and drives me to be stronger, while unlocking keys to my sexuality I thought were long lost.

I used to sit at home in a semi-stupor, wondering when my life would begin, but being with Xero makes me realize I'm truly living. How can I not love a man who makes me feel the intensity of every emotion?

“Come here.” His deep voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

I crawl toward him, closing the distance, and kneel at his feet.

“Turn around. ”

Shuffling atop the screens, I give him my back. Xero makes me clasp my hands at the base of my spine while he wraps the belt twice around my biceps before securing them with a clink of the buckle. My nipples tighten with anticipation and shivers skitter across my skin. I can’t get enough of him when he takes charge.

He returns to my front and crouches down to eye level. “Give me your foot.”

I bring my left foot forward, which he rests on his thigh. He ties one end of the rope beneath my kneecap and the other around my ankle. It’s made of silk fibers which feel luxurious against my skin, but nothing compares to his touch. Each brush of his fingers sends tingles straight to my core.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathy.

“Getting you in the best position for the cameras,” he replies with a smirk.

My pulse quickens as he pulls me to my feet, gathering the two lengths of rope to loop them over a hook in the ceiling. I’m standing on one foot with the other raised like a ballerina, my arms bound behind my back, and my torso tilted to the right.

Xero takes the final length of rope, winds it around the belt and secures it up above. Then he moves behind me, takes hold of my lead, and pulls me into his bare chest.

“Umm… Xero?” I ask. “What about my panties?”

Cool metal grazes my skin, making me regret asking. After attaching my lead to the ceiling, he slices through the waistband of my underwear, letting the fabric fall loose. Cool air swirls around my pussy, making the muscles of my core clench with need. Then Xero cuts through the other side of my underwear and gathers it in his fist.

“I should have brought more rope,” he growls. “Because you look so pretty tied up and spread nice and wide for me to fuck.”

“Oh, God,” I moan.

“That’s right, little ghost. And tonight, I’m going to make you cry out for divine intervention. Now, open wide.”

He stuffs the wet panties between my lips and clamps a hand over my mouth, muffling my protest. As I try to thrash, he turns my head toward the screens on my left .

“See this dripping cunt? It’s mine.”

I peek through my lashes at my pussy reflected in multiple screens. It’s never looked so swollen or wet or red. The sight of all that arousal streaming down my inner thigh makes me groan into my makeshift gag.

He runs a thick finger over my clit, detonating every pleasure center, before sliding that digit into my pussy.

“And this wet little hole. That’s mine, too,” he says, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck.

I don’t know where to look, because he’s everywhere. Standing behind me like a specter at my back, his presence filling every screen. His cock grazes the inside of my raised thigh, the metal of his Prince Albert cooling my skin.

My inner muscles spasm around his thick digit, needing more. My standing leg trembles, threatening to buckle under the intensity of all this teasing. I cry out, but the sound is muffled by the lace panties he’s stuffed in my mouth.

“What’s that, little ghost?” he says with a smirk. “Use your words.”

I grind the fabric between my teeth. If he didn’t have his hand clamped over my mouth, I might spit out my underwear and speak. Instead, I let out a muffled plea and squirm within his grasp.

Pulling his finger out of my pussy, he lines up the pierced head of his cock with my opening. His free hand traces over my breasts before pulling my nipple taut.

“Is this what you want?”

I give him a frantic nod and groan through the gag.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl, I suppose I can give you a reward.”

He pushes into my pussy with agonizing slowness, his piercing adding another layer of pleasure to my over sensitized nerves. The cool metal rubs against my flesh, making me moan into my lace gag, and my right leg trembles with the strain.

“You like that, little ghost?” he asks, pressing deeper. “You like it when I tie you up and take control of what’s mine?”

I can only answer with a stifled nod, my eyes watering .

His wicked laugh resounds in my ears. “I’ll take that as an enthusiastic yes.”

Sex standing up was in our contract, as was bondage, gagging, and reflective surfaces. Xero has fucked me in the bathroom between a pair of mirrors, but nothing compares to being surrounded by this expanse of screens.

It’s like being sucked into your favorite porn movie, getting fucked by the actor and feeling the sensation of the female star.

Xero’s cock stretches me open, inch by incredible inch, the beads of his Jacob’s Ladder hitting every pleasure spot. When he enters me to the hilt, he pauses.

“Look at us,” he says, his deep voice curling around my senses like smoke.

The hand around my mouth slips down to my chin, tilting my head up to force my gaze to the ceiling. “I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.”

I stare into my own green eyes, which have watered so badly that the skin behind the mask glistens with tears.

“Fuck,” I say around the panties stuffed in my mouth.

As Xero draws back his hips, he pulls my head down, so I’m watching the screen beneath our feet. The sight of his pierced cock sliding out of my pussy sends a bolt of arousal through my core, making me topple to the side.

“Easy now.”

His strong arm wraps around my waist, pinning me to his chest, and when he thrusts back into me, my knee finally buckles. Xero holds me upright as he builds up a steady rhythm, using me mercilessly as he pounds into my pussy from behind.

My walls flutter around his thick shaft, and the ropes bite into my skin. It takes every effort to remain upright when my body quakes with each powerful stroke.

Emotions overwhelm my psyche in dizzying waves. Fear, excitement, exhilaration, and shame. Everything crashes over me in a whirlpool of insanity, pulling me deeper into the depths of depravity.

I never thought all those filthy fantasies Xero growled into the phone would ever come to fruition. Never thought he would ever teleport out of prison to fulfill his perverted promises. Yet, here he is, the devil at my back, dragging my soul to hell.

Xero is relentless, and the intensity of it all makes my heart pound like it’s trying to escape an inferno. Every nerve in my body is aflame, every breath a struggle. The pleasure is so intense, it borders on pain.

“More,” I whimper into my gag.

His laugh is dark and low and husky, rough with unadulterated lust. He fucks me harder, deeper, like my body is a toy built for his sole pleasure.

The piercings drag against my pleasure spots, making me jerk and spasm in counterpoint to his thrusts. When cool metal slides over my clit, the edges of my vision go black.

Don’t tell me he’s using the hilt of my dagger?

My gaze drops down to the screens beneath us, and I find the answer to my question. Blunt metal, wet with my arousal, rubs back and forth over my red and swollen clit.

Our eyes meet in the screen, and the expression on his features is sadistic. The rope around my leg tightens with my shocked movement, and pressure builds up around my core. My walls clench and spasm around his shaft, only with a sense of urgency that I’m not sure is related to the approaching orgasm.

“Did you think I wouldn’t use every weapon at my disposal to break you?” he growls, his voice rough.

I shake my head, loosening tears pricking my eyes under the intensity of the moment. Molten ecstasy builds and builds until I’m teetering on the knife-edge of a climax.

“Come for me, little ghost.”

His strokes quicken, his arm tightening around my waist. His pierced scrotum moves in sync with his quick thrusts.

My body tenses as the pleasure radiates from my core, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I clench my fists as heat rushes through my core, and the pressure reaches its peak.

“Just like that,” he rumbles.

The walls of my pussy clamp around Xero’s shaft so tightly that his movements slow. He reaches between my parted lips and pulls out the gag. “Scream for me.”

A guttural cry escapes my lips as every muscle in my body spasms with the intensity of my climax. A tsunami of sensations crashes over my nerve endings, and I’m consumed by an all-encompassing release.

“Eyes on me,” he growls.

My eyes snap open, and I lock gazes with Xero on-screen. His pupils are so wide, I can barely see what’s left of his pale irises, and his lips curl into the smile of a predator.

“You look so fucking beautiful, coming around my cock,” he growls before his muscles tighten.

His features twist into a rictus of lust so terrifying that every fine hair on my body stands on end. What’s left of my survival instincts whispers that this is Xero’s real face, the beautiful monster bent on my degradation.

The voice gets drowned out when he comes with a guttural moan. His shaft swells, and he fills my pussy with warm fluid. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl. Wring out every drop.”

I’m sweating, gasping, trembling, my muscles contracting around him as he rides out the rest of his climax with continued thrusts. He tosses the knife aside, letting it fall onto the screens with a dull thud and places a finger over my clit.

“Xero?” I say through panting breaths.

“Did you think we were finished?” His voice is cold, sending shivers across my skin. “You’re going to give me one more. And after that, another.”

My heart races as I realize what he means. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s right, little ghost. You’re mine, and I will never let you go.”

As his words sink in, I’m overcome by a delicious sense of dread. There’s no escaping Xero. I’m completely at the mercy of this apex predator.