17. Marco

Chapter 17

Marco

I 've never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Laura is gorgeous. Her body is athletic and toned, and she wore the sexiest little outfit imaginable. Her nipples are hard and pointing through her thin top, and her thighs look fucking fantastic falling out of that short little skirt.

But it's her quiet, vulnerable determination that gets me so fucking hard.

She's afraid. And she should be afraid. This is objectively a fucked-up situation she put herself in, and she doesn't know if I'm going to do something awful to her. That's sort of the whole point of this creepy-ass warehouse, a former Santoro property, now currently unused.

Blindfolding herself is crazy.

And she does it anyway. Fuck, she does it anyway, knowing that I'm going to fill her tight little pussy with that huge toy.

Once it's on tight, she tilts her chin up. "Done. I can't see."

"Good girl." I take the rope and the dildo from the box. I move around her as she continues to kneel, and I get down behind her, my hands gently pressing against her hips. I push my mask back and breathe in the smell of her hair before I move my palms up her body. "If you peek, you'll ruin the game. You don't want to do that, do you?"

"No," she whispers, trembling at my touch.

I lean down and kiss her neck. "Good. You're such a good girl, Laura. So fucking beautiful and afraid. I like it when you're afraid."

"That seems pretty messed up."

"Or maybe it's exactly what you like, too. You want to push your limits, don't you? That's why you let me into your life. I'm a man in a mask, and in some way, that makes me safe. I'm everyone and nobody. But you, little demon, you are all mine."

She lets out a soft whimper as I pinch her right nipple and kiss her ear. "Sounds like you have me all figured out."

"Not even close. That's what makes this so fun." I pull off her top, being careful with the blindfold, and toss it aside. I kiss her shoulder and massage her breasts, teasing her nipples. "I love that you didn't wear a bra. You filthy girl. You knew what you were coming here for, didn't you?"

"Yes," she moans. I'm so fucking hard right now. My blood pounds in my ears as desire rushes through my body. But I have to take this slow. This isn't about me—it's about her.

"You've been teasing me and touching yourself for the past week, and now I get to touch you instead." I gently pull her hands behind her back. "Does it scare you, baby?"

"Yes," she says honestly. "But I like it."

"Good." I tie her wrists together. I make sure the knot is firm, but I have her flex her hands so it's not too tight. "Look at you." I get to my feet and walk around her. She follows the sound of my footsteps. "Kneeling in front of me, nipples hard, hands behind your back, blindfolded. I can fuck your pretty mouth right here and now if I wanted, and you'd gag and moan for me, wouldn't you?"

Her breathing quickens. "If that's what you want."

"Oh, baby, I want to slide my cock between your pretty lips so badly it kills me. But that's not what we're doing tonight." I tilt my head, studying her. "I want you to tell me something before we begin."

She lets out a frustrated groan. "Tell you what? I'm all tied up here."

"I want you to tell me a fantasy. Something you'd never admit to anyone else. Something that scares you."

"Who says I have any fantasies like that?"

"My little demon, I have no doubt that your head is filled with fucked-up dreams."

She licks her lips. "If I tell you one, what happens next?"

"Next, I sit you back, raise your skirt, and fill you to the brim. I may kiss you, lick you, suck you, and otherwise use your body how I see fit, until you come. But first, the fantasy."

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. "I want to get fucked with my chisel."

My eyebrows raise. That is not what I expected. "How would that work?"

"The handle is smooth. I thought about doing it to myself, but—" She shrugs slightly. "It's not the same."

I bend down and speak softly. "Do you want me to fuck you with your tools, you filthy girl?"

She nods slowly. "Yes. I do."

"That sounds like another game we can play. Thank you for sharing." I kneel beside her and help her into a seated position, then slowly lay her back, ass on her bound hands. Her skirt slowly falls up her thighs, revealing black panties. Excitement courses through me at the sight of her tied up and controlled, her legs spread and waiting for me.

"I am very, very exposed right now," she whispers. "Are you sure this place is empty?"

"No," I say, because I know that will bother her. But the truth is this building is normally locked down tight—I spent all day making it look like teenagers use it to party just to set her on edge. In reality, it's entirely safe and under my control.

"That makes me nervous."

"Good." I set my mask aside. I take off my jacket and roll up my sleeves. I make each move as slow and methodical as I can, stringing her along.

"Jackal?" she asks, sounding nervous. "You didn't just walk away and leave me here, did you?" Her voice echoes off the concrete.

"No, baby, I didn't." I lean forward to kiss her neck. My body is on top of hers and she squirms with excitement. I like the way her hips shimmy and the way her mouth opens with greedy bliss. "Do you think I could walk away from you right now?"

"I'm not sure what you're capable of."

"That's what you like, isn't it?" I kiss her neck, taking my time. She's shivering underneath me. "You don't know what this masked man could do to you. Does that scare you?"

"Yes," she says, gasping as I kiss down her chest and linger on her breasts. I suck her nipples and bite down a little too hard. She sucks in a breath at the pain, but I reward her for not getting upset by licking and sucking nice and gently.

"But you keep coming back anyway."

"It's comforting."

That grabs my interest. I kiss down to her hips, to the top of her skirt, and pause as my fingers stroke up and down her inner thigh. "Comforting how?"

"I'm not sure I can explain it."

"Try." I push her skirt up further until her panties are exposed. Lightly, so gently, I stroke up and down her slit. She's soaking wet, and it's the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

"I don't have to worry about who you are or what you're thinking. I have… bad experiences with men. Well, one bad experience, and it colors everything else."

I pause for a moment and study her. "Bad in what way?" My mind goes to very dark places, and I'm not sure I can handle the thought of someone hurting her. I don't know when I got so possessive and protective, but Laura's mine now, and I'd do anything to keep her safe.

"I'd rather not discuss my trauma right now."

I kiss her inner thigh. "That's fair." I kiss her again, moving closer to her pussy. I'm not going to push if she doesn't want to talk. And besides, it would probably ruin the fantasy for her. We're in dangerous territory, and I have to shift us back on track. "What would you rather do then?"

"This is nice," she says very quietly.

I kiss her until I'm on top of her wet pussy. I push aside the fabric and tease her slit up and down with my fingers. "You like when I touch you?"

"Yes," she says, voice low and thick.

"I could do anything I wanted to you right now. You're in my hands, little demon. Are you sure I'm safe?"

"Not even a little bit."

"Good." I slide two fingers deep. She groans in surprise and her back arches. "Because I want to hurt you."

"Please," she moans, wiggling her hips, and I'm not sure she even understands what she means by that. Please don't or maybe please keep going . It doesn't matter either way. She's mine to play with, and I'll tease her as much as I like, unless she says the one word that can end this game.

"I want to hurt you in ways you've never imagined before." I reach up and gently squeeze a nipple between my fingers as my tongue finds her clit.

"Oh, shit," she says, writhing. "That fucking hurts. And it feels so good."

"That's right, and you taste even better." I release her breast and focus on licking and sucking her, and as she gets into it, I reach up and squeeze her other nipple even harder.

"Fuck," she says, arching her back. I glide my tongue deep inside her and back out again, moving it around in circles.

"You like that." I say it with a smile because I knew she would. I keep going, licking and sucking her, and her moans get louder, filling up the room. It's heaven, but as she sounds like she's getting close, I pull back.

"No," she whines. "Don't stop, you asshole."

"Oh, baby, that was just the beginning. Don't you remember the third part of our box?"

She hesitates, and I love the nervous look on her face. "That thing is too big."

I move over to where I left the dildo and pick it up. In all honesty, it's not much bigger than my own cock. "You'll need to get used to it if you want to keep playing with me," I say, walking around her slowly. I kneel down at her side. "Open your mouth."

She moans and tilts her chin up, lips parting. I slide the tip of the dildo against her tongue, and after a moment, she starts to suck the tip.

"Good girl," I say, heart racing, thinking about my own dick in her mouth. Fuck, I want to fill her to the brim with this dildo deep in her pussy while she moans and sucks my cock. "I bet you can handle more."

She grunts and gags, and I pull it back before she chokes. "Too much," she says, gasping for air. Spit rolls between her mouth and the dildo.

"More," I command, and this time, I reach down between her legs and tease her pussy as I make her suck the fake cock. She groans and whimpers as she obeys, and it's so fucking hot I can barely control myself. Her pussy is dripping wet, practically running down my fingers, as I fuck her mouth with the silicone dick.

"Good girl," I say, pulling back. "Now open your legs."

"Jackal," she says, panting and gasping. "What are you going to do with that?"

"I'm going to fill your pussy up, baby." I pull her panties all the way off. Her pussy is so damn pretty in the bright construction lights. I tease her with the tip of the dildo, gliding up and down as I grab some lube. Though she's soaked, this thing is big—and I suspect I'll need a little help. I drip some down its length and slowly, very slowly, I press the tip inside her.

She mewls as her back arches. "Oh, shit, that's a lot," she says and I chuckle softly, kissing her chin, licking one of her nipples.

"Not even the full tip." I go deeper, nice and slow. "There you are, baby. How much more do you want?"

"All of it," she says, breathing hard. Her skin is flushed pink and she's practically drooling with lust. "Please, all of it."

I move down between her legs to get a better angle and slowly, agonizingly, I glide the toy between her legs until she takes as much as she can handle. Then equally slowly, I pull it back out and start to fuck her.

She's beyond words at this point. I'm guessing it hurts and feels good in equal measure. I talk to her as I fill her up, telling her how pretty she is all tied up and exposed for me, how beautiful her pussy looks getting filled by a thick cock, how much I want to fuck her gorgeous little mouth. I stroke her clit with my other hand, and that seems to push her over the edge.

"More," she begs. "Faster, please. God, I'm so close."

"You want to come for me?" I stroke in and out faster as my thumb rubs lazy, gentle circles around her clit. "You think you've been good enough to come?"

"I need it," she groans. "Please, Jackal. I've been so good. I do everything you ask. Please, let me come."

Fuck, she's perfect. I don't know how I'm controlling myself right now. There's a loud, animalistic voice in my head, telling me to ditch the fake dick and fill her with my warm, thick, hard real one, but I can't, not yet. The game is more important, the game is everything, and these are the rules I set forth.

I fuck her faster. Her hips buck into the toy and her fingers curl against the blanket, and finally her moans turn into a keening gasp as her body's racked with pleasure. A fresh bloom of pink flushes her skin and she comes hard, every muscle in her body tensing as she crushes the dildo. As she finishes, I slowly pull it out and stand back to watch her gasping and panting for air, squirming around on the blanket like she can barely think straight.

"That… was…" she laughs, shaking her head. "Holy shit, that was amazing."

"One last job, baby." I dip my fingers down inside her and she purrs before I bring them to her lips. "Suck them clean."

She doesn't even hesitate. I nearly come right then and there in my pants, and it's only through immense self-control that I manage not to.

When she's done, I kiss her body again, but this time lovingly. I praise her too, make sure she knows how good she did and how proud of her I am, and how fucking beautiful she is. I put her panties back on, as useless as they may be, and sit her up. I untie her hands and put her top on, once again careful not to mess up the blindfold.

She stretches her arms and rolls out her wrists. "Do you have your mask on?"

"Not yet." I pick it up from the ground. "You want to peek, don't you?"

"Would it ruin anything if I admitted that I do?"

"No, I don't think so. But we both know the second you destroy the mystery is the second the game isn't fun anymore."

She licks her lips and looks like she comes to a decision. "Let me touch your face at least."

I watch her, not sure what to make of that. But then I kneel down, take one of her hands, and raise it to my cheek.

She softly strokes my face with the tips of her fingers, tracing lines along my jaw, down my nose, across my eyes. It's strange, and I thought it wouldn't feel like anything, but it's one of the most intimate experiences I've ever had. There's no way she can know who I am from touching me like this, but I also feel very exposed.

"You like hiding behind the mask," she says when she's done.

"I do," I admit. "I honestly didn't know that about myself."

"Why do you think that is?"

I sit down beside her. She's still got the blindfold on, so I pull my mask down to cover my face and release her. She blinks at the bright light and glances at me, smiling like she's seeing me for the first time.

I'm not sure I can really explain how I feel about the anonymity of the mask. Keeping my real identity from her is important—I'm trying to build an alliance against her family after all and I was an important Capo in the mafia that tried to destroy her brothers—but it's more than that.

"When I have it on, I can be exactly who I am. I don't have to worry about anything but what feels good. Sometimes I think I'm strange and broken, but when we're together, it's like…" I trail off, trying to find words.

But she answers for me. "It's like you're more yourself than when you're at home."

"That's right." I look at her, tilting my head to see her better through the narrow eye slits. "It's the same for you, isn't it?"

"My family thinks I'm weird." She draws her knees to her chest and hugs herself. "I don't blame them. I really am weird. And not just because of what happened to me, but I think I was born this way, you know? I like dark things. Blood doesn't bother me. Pain doesn't really bother me, not in the same way it bothers other people. I can concentrate on sculpting for hours and hours, and sometimes I even forget to eat for days at a time because I'm so busy working. I know it's not normal or healthy, but it's who I am. And I guess I don't feel like I need to hide any of that with you."

I reach out and touch her cheek. "You don't," I whisper, and a jolt of fear runs through my guts as I look at her.

This is supposed to be about the game. Not exactly sex—but sex is a part of it. The game is control, it's pushing boundaries and limits. The game is more than just getting off.

But this right here, talking about how we feel, this is new, and I really like it.

Which is terrifying. That, combined with how obsessed I am with surveilling her, make me wonder if I'm starting to want more than playtime.

That's not possible. She's Laura Bianco. She's everything I hate. Rich, spoiled, powerful, member of a family that actively tried to kill me not too long ago.

And yet here I am, wanting to know everything about her.

I push to my feet. This is going too far and I have to put a stop to it. She looks surprised as I walk over to the two discarded boxes and pick them up.

"You're leaving?" The disappointment in her voice breaks my heart.

"The game's over, little demon." I don't look at her as I say it.

"Yeah. You're right." She stares down at the floor. "It was a fun game, too."

"We'll play again."

"When?" She looks up and her eagerness makes my heart skip a beat.

"As soon as you want." I walk to the first light and turn it off. "I marked the trail back to the exit for you. Just follow the arrows."

"Arrows?" Her face scrunches with confusion. "What arrows?"

I turn off the next two lights and the space plunges into darkness.

Enormous orange arrows glow from where I painted them on the floor, leading back to the hall and the outside door.

"Oh. Those arrows." She laughs softly. "You thought of everything."

"Goodnight, little demon."

I watch her for another second, staying as quiet as I can, before turning away.

This is a mistake. I'm falling too deep into whatever we're doing, and I need to be more careful. But as I walk to the opposite side of the warehouse, I'm already planning our next game, because as much as I rationally know that she's dangerous and going to be the death of me, I can't help but want more of her.