Page 5 of Only in the Dark (Bound By Darkness Duet #1)

Especially the part of me that wanted to disobey and suffer the punishment.

That’d mean seeing his face for the first time, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready.

I had no idea whether he was someone I knew or a stranger who had taken a particular interest in me.

Knowing who he was could destroy my world for several reasons, and might ruin the relationship I had invested a little over a year of my time into.

My body decided for me as my eyes opened, and I found myself unexpectedly staring into the eyes of a Ghostface mask.

For some reason, that was hotter than seeing his face and revealing his identity.

It felt as if I were playing out one of my greatest fantasies.

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” he said darkly. I heard a hint of a chuckle in his tone. I imagined a devilish grin overtaking his face underneath the mask. Now he knew he was dealing with a brat, and a punishment wasn’t a threat; it was a chance to play.

I rolled my eyes. “As if I haven’t heard that one before,” I taunted. I didn’t know what had come over me and who I had become. Suddenly, all I wanted was to dance with the devil when he was in my bedroom.

My stalker used his strength to push me onto my side in one swift motion, his gloved hand coming down hard enough to leave a handprint on my ass.

I winced, but it was a good kind of pain.

“Rule number one: never talk about another man when I’m in your bed, darling.

After tonight, you’ll only remember me. You’ll crave me.

You’ll beg me to come back. I don’t use my words lightly; I mean them.

” He pulled me back and placed me onto my back, his hand resting on my knee before slowly gliding up my thigh, stopping before my silk shorts.

“As if you’ve ever even made a girl come before,” I teased, then huffed.

“Oh, I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, Little Serpent, but not until I say so.

I’m going to bring you right to the edge several times, then stop before you can finish.

Then you’ll feel a fraction of the torture I’ve felt watching you these past few weeks, knowing I had been so close but couldn’t have you. ”

I hated edging. He watched me enough to know the perfect way to punish me and make it an actual punishment. I hated not being able to fool someone who was a stranger to me.

“Silent now, aren’t you?” He chuckled. He ripped his hand from my leg, and I heard a whine leave my throat, followed by a dark laugh from him. I hated sounding pathetic and needy, but of course he liked it. Men loved to feel in charge. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.”

My response died in my throat when he ripped my shorts clean from my body, exposing that I had gone without underwear…on the night I expected him to show up. Consider my dark side tempted.

He groaned. “So beautiful, exposed, and vulnerable for me. You’re doing so good.

” He stood up from the bed and removed his pants, leaving them on the floor, but staying in his boxers.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you.

I’m saving it for Saturday,” he said in a low, deep, intoxicating voice that had me dazed.

“Then I guess you’ll never get the chance,” I retorted, biting my lip as I looked at the massive outline in his boxers. It impressed me that his hard length had somehow remained against his thigh instead of poking through the hole.

“I’ll believe you when you can put your tongue away and stop eye-fucking me,” he taunted.

He crawled onto the bed again, lying on his side, his head propped up on his palm while he rested his elbow on the bed.

The look of Ghostface watching me was intense, but it turned me on more than I expected, to the point where I wanted to check myself into a psychiatric hospital for inviting my stalker into my room.

The fact that he touched me with his thick leather gloves on heightened the excitement.

I reached under my pillowcase and gripped my knife just in case.

I had to remember he had stalked me, drugged me, and broke into my place with no remorse.

I couldn’t help that I found his danger alluring, but I couldn’t pretend he wasn’t a threat.

He sent shivers of fear through me, yet I found a strange enjoyment in it.

I thought I could use him to explore the dark thrill while still searching for someone to build a future with.

The feeling of his leather glove rubbing against my slit distracted me from my thoughts.

“Get out of your head,” he demanded. “When I’m here, you’re mine.

You’ll give me your full attention.” I bit my lip to hide any emotion while I felt the wetness growing, prepared for a finger to breach me at any moment, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the feeling of a gloved finger.

The thick material made it feel larger than a typical finger, which was an incredible sensation.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled, then bit my lip hard enough to bruise but not hard enough to draw blood yet. “That…feels so good.” I breathed deeply, my chest rising and falling slowly. I wasn’t sure if he had any skill yet, or if the thrill increased the pleasure.

“I can’t wait to make you feel so fucking good that you see stars, then take it all away, just to bring you to the brink of pleasure again.” I had a feeling that it wouldn’t take long with how long it had been since I had had an orgasm brought on by someone other than myself.

“Please, please, don’t take it away,” I groaned. I couldn’t handle being edged. Never could. It was serious if I was begging him, since I had refused to beg for anything from anyone before.

“You’re being punished, darling. Can you tell me why?” he asked with a threatening edge.

“I disobeyed and tried to look at you.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, immediately regretting it when he landed a slap on my clit that made my body jolt. I had never felt that sensation before.

“Stop rolling your eyes, brat,” he grumbled.

A second finger joined the first, and he curled them inside of me, hitting a spot I had long forgotten about and causing the first moan to slip out.

I bit my lip, determined to hide the sounds threatening to escape, as his touch sent waves of pleasure through me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I focused on steadying my breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how his every move brought me closer to the edge.

His fingers started to move inside me faster and harder, my body squirming underneath his touch.

I pressed my feet firmly into the soft mattress, my body instinctively arching upwards as a low, unabashed moan escaped my lips.

A tingling sensation coursed through me, building to an intense peak, until suddenly, his fingers withdrew, leaving me teetering on the brink of release.

I groaned, brandishing my knife with the blade out. “Make me come!” I threatened, my breathing heavy as I came down from the high of being near my orgasm.

He grabbed my wrist until I dropped the knife, then he took it in his hand and ran the tip of the blade along my stomach.

“You’d look so pretty bleeding, baby,” his words tumbled out in a low murmur.

A deep, rumbling groan followed, vibrating through his chest like the distant roll of thunder.

My breathing slowed as I tried to calm my nerves.

I stupidly let my weapon get into my stalker’s hands.

My jaw dropped when he nicked the skin near my belly button, rubbing the blood into my skin.

The knife was sharp enough that it didn’t hurt as badly as it could’ve.

I didn’t know why I was shocked. It was like the pleasure he brought me made my brain forget he was a threat.

I watched as he set the knife down behind him.

“I want you covered in our fluids, baby,” he said. I watched the blood pool at the cut, mesmerized. Blood wasn’t my thing because poison had been ingrained into my brain. Mother said women didn’t like blood, but right now, I loved watching it slowly drip down the natural curves of my body.

With one finger pushing in and out of me, his thumb began to work circles on my clit, eliciting a loud moan from me.

No one had ever made me feel good just from touching me before.

He added the second and third fingers this time, curling them perfectly again.

Then, he leaned down and started biting my hard nipple through my silk pajama top.

“Fuck, Olivia… You’re so damn beautiful.

So responsive. I could spend every day watching the way pleasure carves itself into your face.

Push you to the edge, over and over, just to see you fall apart.

” His words were like an electric shock to my clit, heightening my pleasure while my breaths turned into deep, ragged gasps, filling the air with a palpable tension.

The pressure on my clit became rougher and less coordinated, his own breathing becoming labored until he once again removed his fingers from inside me. “You’re killing me. I can’t wait to have you this weekend.”

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t let me come,” I threatened. “I need it. Please. I never beg.”

“I know you don’t, darling. I want to show you how good you can feel, how someone can give you pleasure. But you’re being punished, don’t forget.” He pushed my top off and used his leather-clad hand to pinch my nipple aggressively. He knew how I got off on pain somehow. Not even Matthew knew that.

He showed me the knife again, his intent clear. “Turn over onto your stomach. I’m going to have you count to ten while I spank you, beautiful.”