37. Silas

37

SILAS

I watch her stir, a soft smile playing on her lips as the sunrise streams through the window. It's the day after Christmas. Clara stretches, a satisfied purr escaping her throat. She doesn't know what I've got planned for her yet.

"Good morning," I greet her, holding a cup of prepared coffee.

"Mmm, good morning," she murmurs, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "That smells amazing."

I hand her the coffee, knowing she'll need it. Little does she know I've added something extra—a sedative to ensure her compliance. I've fantasized about this for a long time, and it will become a reality today.

"Drink up," I say, sipping from my cup. "We've got a full day ahead of us."

Clara obliges, unaware of the drug dissolving in her system. I savor the anticipation, knowing that soon, she'll be completely at my mercy.

An hour later, she begins to feel drowsy, the drug taking effect.

"What...what's happening?" she slurs, her eyes glazing.

"It's time for your fantasy to come true, Clara," I purr. I watch her eyes widen as she realizes what's happening.

"You...you drugged me?"

I don't respond. Instead, I move towards her, my eyes locked on hers. "You always knew this would happen, didn't you? You've been waiting for it."

"W-what are you talking about?" she stammers, but I can see the desire in her eyes.

"Shh..." I place a finger on her lips, silencing her. "You don't need to say a word. Just let go and surrender to me."

I bind her wrists and ankles, securing her to the bed. Her eyes flutter as the sedative takes full effect, but I know she can still hear me.

"That's it...let yourself fall into darkness," I whisper. "You're safe with me. I'll take you to the edge and beyond."

She lets out a soft moan as I caress her body, slowly teasing her sensitive spots. I whisper in her ear, describing the Ghost cosplay suit I'll be wearing—the one I bought specifically for this moment.

"Can...can you see it, Clara? The mask, the hood, the gloves...all concealing my identity, leaving you to wonder who's behind it all."

As I speak, I stroke her hair, my voice a soft, menacing murmur. "You've always craved the unknown, the forbidden. Well, now you have it. Your deepest desires are about to become a reality."

Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her body relaxed and pliable in my hands. I continue my hypnotic whispers, telling her how she'll wake up bound and at the mercy of a masked man—me.

I leave her momentarily, donning the Ghost suit. Then, I return to stand there, watching her helpless form. My heart's pounding with anticipation under the black Ghost costume, a twisted form of the iconic video game character. I've prepared for this moment for a long time, meticulously crafting each detail to ensure her experience is unforgettable. My gloved hands grip the restraints that bind her, verifying their tightness as I admire her beauty, her naked body exposed and vulnerable before me.

My gloved fingers trail down her stomach, pausing briefly at her navel before venturing lower. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, but she remains unresponsive, the drug ensuring her compliance. I want to wake her up, hear her moans, and feel her writhing beneath me, but I resist.

I lean down and lift the mask to just above my nose, inhaling her scent, and lick her pussy slowly, savoring the taste of her as my tongue probes her folds. She's delicious, and I can't help but moan at the pleasure of it. I yank my gloves off and drop them to the floor, before slipping a finger inside, gently massaging her as I continue to lick and suckle. Her juices coat my finger, and I add another, readying her for what's to come.

As I work, my other hand reaches for the lube, slicking up my middle finger before slowly pushing it into her ass. She's tight, and I take my time, adding more lube as I go, stretching her carefully. The toy will be next, but my fingers are enough to prepare her for now.

I pick up the pace, curling my fingers to find that sweet spot inside her. Her body tenses and relaxes as I stimulate her G-spot, her juices flowing more freely now, coating my chin and dripping down her onto her ass. Her breasts heave, her nipples puckered, and I know she's close despite her unconscious state.

I ease the butt plug inside her, slicking it with lube, her body yielding to my every touch. Her ass clenches around the plug, and I know she'll feel it when she wakes up, a constant reminder of my possession. I give it a gentle twist, feeling her body respond. God, she's perfect.

I kneel between her legs, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I need to be inside her. Using my thumbs, I spread her pussy lips, exposing her clit, then rub the head of my cock up and down, teasing her. She's so wet, her arousal coating my cock, and I want to bury myself deep within her. But I force myself to take it slow, building the anticipation.

Finally, I position myself at her entrance and slowly push inside, feeling her tightness envelope me. I hold myself there for a moment, savoring the sensation, before slowly pulling out and thrusting back in, beginning a steady rhythm.

Her body moves with mine, her hips pushing back to meet my thrusts. I can't get enough of the feeling of her around me, and my thrusts become harder, faster. I hear her breath quicken, her body responding before she's conscious.

As I drive into her, I reach forward and rip off the blindfold, wanting to see her eyes when she wakes. She blinks, her eyes focusing on me, and her breath catches as she takes in my Ghost costume. A smile spreads across my face beneath the mask.

She's beautiful, disoriented, her eyes clouded with confusion. I can see the panic building in her, the realization of what I've done settling in. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the restraints and the Ghost cosplay I'm wearing. But then our eyes lock, and I see when she recognizes me.

"Silas," she moans, her voice thick with desire. "It's you."

Hearing her say my name sends a thrill through me. I lean down, burying my face in her neck, my breath hot against her skin.

"Yes, Clara. It's me," I murmur, my voice deep and husky. "Do you like your gift?"

She lets out a soft laugh, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath me. "I—I don't know what to think. You—you drugged me, tied me up..."

"And you love it," I finish for her, my lips curving into a smile. "Admit it, Clara. You've fantasized about this. Being helpless to do anything but feel."

Desire flames in her eyes, and she bites her lip, her body squirming beneath me. "Yes," she breathes.

Her surrender ignites every predatory instinct I possess. I respond by tightening my grip, watching as panic edges into her gaze. I love how her eyes widen. The panic flashes across her face as she struggles for breath. But then I ease up, letting her take a deep gulp of air before I start again.

"Do you like this, Clara?" I ask, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Do you like the feeling of being completely at my mercy?"

She tries to speak, but only a strangled sound escapes her throat. I loosen my grip slightly, and she takes a few rapid breaths before nodding, her eyes never leaving mine.

I love seeing the desire shining in her eyes. It's her desire but also her fear, and I own them both now.

“You know you love it, Clara," I whisper, and she whimpers. I like seeing her like this, knowing that I'm the one who put that look on her face. I have the power to give or take away this pleasure. That power is intoxicating.

I let go of her throat with one hand, using it to grasp her hair and tilt her head back, baring her neck. I wonder if anyone were watching us now would know the thrilling game we're playing. I imagine them watching, envious of what they can't have, knowing they'll never experience anything like this.

My other hand stays firmly on her throat, my thumb caressing her soft skin, feeling the pulse beneath my fingers. I imagine my hands are like a necklace, adorning her beautiful neck and completing our picture. My thick cock thrusting into her wet pussy, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hair in my hand, and my hand wrapped around her delicate throat. If anyone saw us, they'd know what we are—a perfect match.

I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, Clara," I promise. I nip at her earlobe, earning a sharp intake of breath from her.

Her legs tighten around me, her heels digging into my back as I thrust into her, my cock buried deep. I don't hold back, our bodies slapping together as I piston into her. I can feel the butt plug inside her with every thrust, pushing against my cock, and I know that must be intensifying her pleasure. The thought makes my cock twitch inside her, and I thrust harder, wanting to give her everything.

"Silas!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from the way I've been using her throat.

Hearing her call my name sends a jolt through me, and I thrust even harder. She feels so good. I want this moment to last forever, to keep her like this—bound, helpless, and completely mine—but I also want to let go and give in to the pleasure building inside me. I tighten my grip on her throat as I pound into her, her neck in my hand like a precious jewel. I want to mark her, leave my fingerprints on her, a sign that she's been touched by me.

As I continue to choke her, she squirms beneath me, her movements desperate. Her breath comes in short gasps, and her chest heaves as she struggles for air. I know I'm taking her close to the edge, but I don't let up.

"That's it, Clara," I urge. "Let go."

Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel the familiar coil, signaling my impending orgasm. It's close, but I want to push her over the edge.

"Come for me, Clara," I command. "Come all over my cock."

My words are like a trigger, and she cries out, her body trembling beneath me as her orgasm washes over her. I feel her pussy spasm around my cock, milking me, and it's too much. I can't hold back any longer.

"Fuck!" I grunt, my own release crashing over me. I thrust into her a few more times, riding out my orgasm, before collapsing onto her, spent.

As I catch my breath, I gently caress her throat, noticing the faint mark I've left there. I know it'll fade, but it's a sign that she's mine for now. I lean down and press a soft kiss to the spot, feeling a surge of possession. Unfastening the bindings that hold her to the bed, I pull her against me.

She turns her head, our eyes meeting. I see a mixture of emotions in her gaze—desire, confusion, and maybe a hint of fear. But I also see acceptance. She knows who I am now and what I'm capable of, and she's still here, in my arms.

I smile, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. "You're safe with me, Clara," I murmur. "I would never harm you."

I trace my fingers along Clara's jaw, memorizing every curve of her face. The early morning light casts shadows across her features, highlighting the marks I've left on her throat. My masterpiece.

"You're unlike anyone I've ever encountered," I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. "Before you, humans were merely pawns in my games. Disposable pieces are to be arranged and discarded. But you..." I pause, drinking in her vulnerable state. "You've become the canvas I want to paint my darkness on. The vessel I want to fill with my twisted desires."

My hand rests over her heart, feeling its rapid beat beneath my palm. "Every kill, every life I've taken, they were all leading me to you. You understand the beauty in the grotesque, the poetry in pain. Your darkness calls to mine like a siren's song."

I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You're the only one who sees the art in what others call madness. The only one worthy of sharing this symphony of chaos with me."

My thumb brushes across her bottom lip. "I want to consume you, possess you. You're my greatest creation, Clara. My perfect match in this world of mundane sheep."

Clara's eyes glisten with tears, but I see the recognition in them. She understands what I'm trying to say, the words that a man like me can never speak directly.

"My beautiful, twisted goddess," I murmur against her lips. "You've made a monster feel human."

Her lips brush against mine as she whispers, "I love you, too."

My heart stops. Something cracks inside me. Her simple declaration penetrates deeper than any blade ever could.

I capture her lips with mine, savoring the softness and sweetness. This kiss is different from all others because there's no urgency, no desperate need to possess—just pure connection.

My fingers thread through her hair as I cradle her head. Her body melts into mine, fitting perfectly against me. The realization hits me like a physical blow that Clara is what's been missing. All these years of emptiness, of feeling nothing but the thrill of the kill, she was the missing piece.

With her, I'm not just a predator seeking prey. I'm not just a monster wearing a human mask. She sees all of me—the darkness, the blood, the bodies I've left in my wake and still chooses to love me.

Her hands trail up my chest to cup my face, and I lean into her touch. No one has ever touched me like this like I'm something precious rather than something to fear or disposable, how my parents treated me.

"Clara," I breathe against her lips. The name feels sacred now, a prayer I never knew I needed to speak.

We stay lost in this moment, trading soft, unhurried kisses. For once, I don't feel the urge to control or dominate. This gentle exploration is enough. She's enough.