44. Talon

44

TALON

Three weeks later…

S omething's been bothering Lena these past weeks. Her eyes dart away when I catch her staring. She squirms in her sleep, whimpering my name. Tonight, I'm getting answers.

"Talk to me," I say, cornering her in our kitchen after dinner. "What's going on in your head?"

Lena's cheeks flush pink. She fidgets with her sleeve, avoiding my gaze. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit." I step closer, tilting her chin up. "You've been off for weeks. Tell me."

She swallows hard. "I've been having these dreams..."

"What kind of dreams?"

Her voice drops to a whisper. "About you. That night. With David."

My pulse quickens. "Go on."

"You're wearing the mask." Her breathing gets shallow. "There's blood everywhere. You're... taking me. Even when I beg you to stop."

Heat courses through my veins at her confession. "And these dreams... do they scare you?"

"That's the thing." Lena's eyes finally meet mine, dark with something between shame and desire. "They don't. I wake up wanting them to be real so badly it hurts."

"These aren't just dreams, are they? You fantasize about it, too."

She nods, trembling slightly. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you like that—dangerous, covered in blood. Taking what you want from me."

My grip on her chin tightens. "You want me to be the monster?"

"Yes," she breathes.

I study Lena's flushed face and trail my hand lower to cup her neck, noting how her pulse races beneath my fingers. "I have an idea."

Moving to our closet, I pull out the black mask from that night and a bottle of stage blood leftover from Halloween. Her eyes widen with recognition.

"We could recreate it. Make those dreams real." I hold up the items. "Safe, controlled. With boundaries."

Lena's breath catches. She nods slowly, biting her lip. "How would we...?"

"We establish a safe word first. Something you'd never say during play. If you say it, everything stops immediately. No questions asked."

"Pineapple," she suggests quickly.

I arch an eyebrow. "Been thinking about this, have you?"

Her cheeks darken further. "Maybe."

"Good girl." I trace her jawline. "I'll wear the mask, use the fake blood. Make it feel real for you. But you'll always be safe with me."

"I know." She steps closer, pressing against me. "I trust you completely."

"Even when I'm being a monster?"

"Especially then." Her eyes gleam with anticipation. "When do we start?"

I check the time. "Give me thirty minutes to set up. Then come upstairs." I pull her into a deep kiss before releasing her. "And Lena? Remember—pineapple if you need to stop."

She nods eagerly. "Thirty minutes."

I watch her leave, my blood pumping with anticipation. I knew Lena's innocent exterior concealed a darker side, a side only I could truly unleash. Setting to work, I strip off my shirt. I dress in black sweatpants and a tight-fitting shirt, ensuring my arms and chest are exposed. The skull mask soon follows, covering my face, obscuring my identity, and freeing the monster within.

Taking the stage blood, I smear it across my chest and arms, emphasizing the contours of my muscles. I wipe my hands with it, feeling the cool liquid contrast against my heated skin. Every action heightens my arousal, knowing this isn't just about sex. It's about trust, surrender, and the dynamic power shift between us. I prepare the room, the mask heightening my senses, making my heart thunder in my chest.

I stand by the door, listening for her soft footsteps. Before I see her, her perfume hits me first, a sweet, floral scent. She's breathtaking, her eyes sparkling with nervous excitement.

Moving swiftly, I grab her, one hand over her mouth to stifle her cry, the other around her waist, pulling her to me. I feel her initial struggle, testing the waters of this new dynamic. She's trembling, and I realize my grip is tight, my body pressed threateningly close.

I keep my hand over her mouth, silencing the scream caught in her throat. She writhes in my grasp, panic flashing in her eyes, and I feel her hot breath against my palm. Her struggles only fuel my urgency.She kicks out, her foot connecting with my shin, but it does little to deter me.

With my free hand, I reach down and squeeze her inner thigh, digging my fingers in roughly. I relish her sharp intake of breath. "You think you can fight me, little Lena? I'd be careful if I were you." I tighten my grip warningly, and she stills.

I step back, pushing her toward the bedroom, and she stumbles, her eyes wide. "Please—stop," she whispers, her voice shaking. "This isn't what I?—"

I slam the bedroom door shut with my foot, cutting off her protests. Her eyes flick to the mask, and I see the moment her arousal battles with her fear. "No," she breathes, taking an instinctive step back. "No, don't do this."

"You wanted me to be the monster, baby. And monsters don't ask permission," I purr.

She shakes her head, her eyes shining with fear and desire. "I've changed my mind. I don't want this."

A low laugh rumbles in my throat. "You don't get to change your mind."

I back her against the wall, and she lets out a startled cry. Quickly, I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, holding her in place. With my free hand, I grasp her thigh and lift it, baring her to me. She whimpers, arching her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I stroke her inner thigh with my thumb, dip my head, and bite the sensitive skin of her neck, marking her.

"No, please," she whimpers, closing her eyes. "Let me go."

I nip at her jaw. "Afraid, baby? You can use your safe word." My tongue darts out, tasting her skin, and she moans, her hips jerking. "But you won't, will you? Because this is what you want."

She tries to deny it, but her body betrays her, pressing into my touch. I grind against her, my hard length pressing against her soft core. "Admit it," I growl, nipping at her ear. "Admit that you want me to take you. That you've been waiting for this."

"No," she gasps, trying to deny it even as her hips rock against mine. "Stop, please. I don't?—"

I crush her mouth with mine, devouring her lips, cutting off her words. She tastes of heat and desire, and I groan, my control slipping. I release her hands and tear at her shirt, popping buttons in my haste. It falls open, baring her breasts, and I lean down, licking her hardened peaks with my tongue. Her back arches, and I suck one peaked nipple into my mouth, biting gently.

"Stop," she whispers, digging her fingers into my hair. "Please."

I lift my head, staring at her through the mask, my eyes burning into hers. "Do you really want me to stop, Lena?" I rub my hard length against her core, letting her feel my arousal. "Because I can stop. I can leave you here, wet and aching."

She shakes her head, moaning as I rub against her. "Stop," she gasps. "I—I want you to stop."

I release a harsh breath, my control hanging by a thread. With a quick movement, I hoist her onto the bed, pushing her back. She lands on the mattress, her hair tumbling around her, her chest heaving. Her eyes are wide, full of anticipation and fear, making me harder.

I climb onto the bed, looming over her. "Tell me what you want, Lena. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Her mouth opens, and I see the struggle within her. "Say it," I growl, nipping at her neck, sucking a bruise just above the pulse point. "Tell me what a filthy girl you are."

"Stop," she breathes, but it lacks conviction. "Get off me. Please, I?—"

I grip her thighs, spread her open, and growl at the sight of her soaked panties. "Such a liar, baby. Your body betrays you."

"No." Her chest heaves as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. "Please, I don't want this."

I tear her panties away, baring her to me. She tries to cover herself, but I grab her wrists, holding them above her head. "So fucking wet for me. And now you're mine." I grind my hardness into her core, reveling in her gasp. "Tell me how much you want it."

She bucks against me, seeking friction, and I smile behind the mask. "Don't," she whimpers. "But don't—ah!"

With one hand, I grasp my length, rubbing the tip through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal. "I'll give it to you, baby. Exactly how you want it."

She nods frantically, her eyes dark with need. "No, please. Stop, don't?—"

I thrust into her, claiming her with a brutal stroke. She cries out, her back arching, her inner walls pulsating around me. I freeze, feeling her hot, tight pussy quiver around me. I trail my fingertips down her side, sliding them beneath her, cupping her soft ass. She bucks against me, meeting my hips, and I withdraw before snapping my hips forward, claiming her again.

She pants, her hair wild around her, her body sheathed in a thin layer of sweat. "No more," she begs, even as her hips circle, seeking more friction. "Get off me. Please, stop."

My lips twist in a dark smile, and I reach down, slipping my fingers between us, teasing her clit. "You want me to stop, baby? Like this?" I stroke her in time with my thrusts, feeling her inner walls clench around me. "Or this?" I brush her nipples with my thumb, flicking them and rolling them between my fingers.

She whimpers, arching off the bed, her hips stuttering against mine. "Please," she keens, her body tightening around me. "Please, Talon, I'm?—"

I withdraw, pulling almost all the way out, and then snap my hips forward, filling her completely. Her inner walls clench convulsively, milking my length, and I groan, my control shattering. I thrust into her, my hips a blur, seeking my own release. Her keening cries fill the room, her body bowing, her head thrashing as she breaks apart around me. I feel her inner walls spasming, rippling around me, and it's enough to push me over the edge.

With a low growl, I spill myself into her, marking her completely mine.

I watch her, basking in the afterglow of our intense fucking. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her skin gleams with a sheen of sweat, and her eyes shine with a mixture of satisfaction and wonder.

"That," she says softly, her voice full of awe, "was the best orgasm I've ever had."

My eyes narrow at her words. With a gentle movement, I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to assert my dominance. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it? To be taken. To be raped." I tighten my grip, savoring the feeling of her delicate throat beneath my hand. "You're a naughty girl, Lena."

She swallows, her eyes flicking to my hand before meeting my gaze. "Did it make you hard?"

I chuckle darkly, my thumb stroking her pulse. "Harder than I've ever been. Couldn't think of anything but taking you, claiming you as my own." My thumb brushes over her rapidly beating pulse. "I couldn't stop myself."

Lena bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with unspoken desire. "I liked it," she admits softly.

Hearing those words sets something off within me. With a low growl, I rip my mask off and crush my mouth to hers, tasting her thoroughly, marking her as mine. Her lips are soft and pliant beneath mine, and she melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer. Our tongues dance, passionately entwined, each tasting the other, clinging and claiming.

When we finally part, breathless, she rests her forehead against mine, her eyes searching mine. "You're dangerous," she whispers.

I smirk. "But you like that."

She nods slowly. "I like it a lot."

I release her throat, trailing my fingertips down her neck, enjoying the little shivers I elicit. "Do you want me to tie you up next time? Restrain you so you're completely at my mercy?"

Lena's breath catches, and she bites her lip. "Yes," she breathes, her eyes dark with anticipation. "I want you to do whatever you want with me."

Hearing those words sends a shot of desire straight to my groin. "You're mine, Lena. Always remember that." I brush her hair back from her face, my thumb tracing her jawline. "And I'm yours."

She leans into my touch, her eyes softening. "Yours," she echoes.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her close, and she settles into my embrace, resting her head on my chest. We stay like that for a while, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment, the sound of our heartbeats slowly returning to normal.

I kiss the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent. "I love you, Lena."

"I love you too, Talon," she murmurs, her voice warm and content. "I love you so much."

I hold her close, grateful for this moment of peace. I know the storm of our pasts will always loom on the horizon. But for now, we're safe—together.