Page 4 of Unholy Night

“What are you begging for, Bells?”

“I-I don’t know.” I whisper, rocking against his hand.

He removes his fingers, and I whimper in protest. “Liars don’t get to come. But that doesn’t mean I can’t.”

My eyes widen as he reaches behind him, pulling his hoodie over his head.

Jesus.

His chest is a work of art, his muscles covered in so much ink, you can barely see the thin lines of his tan skin. His tight abs flex with every movement, and I lick my lips, my eyes following every ridge and dip of his torso. Kicking off his boots, he lays the knife on the nightstand, his hands moving to unbutton his pants. He pushes them down his legs, along with his briefs and I gasp. I thought his upper body was art, but it’s nothing compared to his cock. It’s long and thick, engorged to the point of looking painful.

I pull against my restraints, wincing as the cord digs into my flesh. This guy has broken into my home. He’s holding me captive. While my mind screams to fight and run, my body is desperate for his touch.

He steps out of his pants and underwear, wrapping his hand around his shaft. He strokes himself slowly with a firm grip. Lifting his free hand, he reaches for my nipple, pinching it roughly. “Your tits are perfect.”

His hand begins working his cock faster as he abuses my sensitive breast, but I want more. Pushing my chest out, he switches to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

I don’t recognize the person I am right now, but I’ll analyze that later. “Please!” The plea is out of my mouth before I realize what I’ve said. I’m mortified for a split second before he releases my tender nipple, his fingers trailing down my soft belly. He reaches the apex of my thighs, and my hips lift off the mattress.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckles and I want to crawl in a hole, never to see daylight again.

I’m begging for a masked man’s touch who broke into my house, demanding my body and soul. All self-hatred disappears as he slides two fingers inside me, hitting the spot I need him most. I cry out, struggling to keep my eyes open. He strokes hiscock faster, finger fucking me harder. I clench around him, and he groans.

My lower belly coils tightly and tingles of pleasure spread throughout my limbs. My muscles tense as an explosion of pure ecstasy floods my body and I scream, my hips grinding against his hand. He applies more pressure against my g-spot, and I lose all control of myself, liquid gushing all over his fingers.

I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.

“Open your mouth.” He growls and I do as he says. He jerks himself faster and faster until he spurts cum all over my tongue, the last remnants dripping from my chin onto my chest. He groans as I swallow his release, his fingers leaving my pussy, rubbing his essence into my skin. “So fucking beautiful covered in my cum.”

My cheeks heat, but not from shame. I’m flushed because of his filthy mouth and the shock from how much I like it.

His naked body towers over me, his dark eyes piercing as the rest of his features are hidden behind the mask. My body begins to relax but my eyes close, the music filtering back into my senses. “C-Can you turn the music off?”

He bends down, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “You only get one request. Are you sure this is what you want to ask of me?”

I watch him quietly, going back and forth with myself. In the end, I can’t think or do much of anything other than having an orgasm because of this stupid fucking music. He turned it down some, but it’s still irritating as hell. “Yes.”

His eyes widen behind the mask, but he nods, bending down to retrieve his pants. He pulls a remote from his pocket, clicking a button and the music stops. He drops it onto his pants, his face tilting as he looks at me. “I hope that was worth it.”

I nod, but I’m already regretting my decision.

I should’ve asked him to take off the mask.

Chapter Three

Cole

I was obsessed before, but her obedience takes it to a whole new level.

She looks beautiful tied up with Christmas lights and covered in my cum, her skin glowing with heat and satisfaction. The fear emanating from her is overshadowed by the lust in her eyes.

She’s scared, but she wants this.

The loud music did its job, making her uncomfortable and keeping her on edge. Yielding to me gave her a way out of her head. While I enjoy her fear, I want her pleasure more.

Thatwill keep her coming back to me.

It’s why I let her come instead of denying her. It’s why I turned the music down. But that is the only mercy she’ll get from me.