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STACEY

Iblush and turn away, silently praying Luciella doesn’t appear and ask who I’m with, and why the hell we’re heading to Kade’s side of the manor – none the wiser that I’m holding hands with her twin brother.

My inner thighs, soaked in my own come, rub together, and when I spot the spiral staircase, my pulse speeds up, butterflies swarming inside me once more. My heart is racing, I’m so excited to have time with him alone. To spend the entire night in his bed, in his arms.

We’ll fuck until we can’t see straight, and then we’ll talk. I’ll tell him everything, and then we’ll figure out how to move forward.

This far away, the music is barely audible. All I can feel are the vibrations of the base and the tingling of my nerves. They explode as Kade abruptly pins me to the wall by the shoulders.

“This is far enough.”

“For what?”

He tugs at my panties under the tutu. “Take these off,” he demands through his mask. “Now.”

I look down the hallway, unable to see the main entrance of the manor. I swallow, but as my blood sings in my ears, I hook my thumbs into the fabric, slowly sliding them down my legs. They pool at my feet, and I step out of them, then lean down to grab the material and hold them out to him.

He stuffs them into his pocket and takes a step back. “Kneel.”

I do.

My ass rests on my boots, the cold leather biting into my skin. I wait, lifting my eyes to his skull mask and watch him slowly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his combats and freeing his cock.

I don’t take my eyes off him as he presses his palm to the wall above me, guiding his tip to my lips, sliding his precum across them. My tongue slips out, tasting him, barely grazing the head of his cock.

“Open.”

A man of few words, yet they’re enough to make my pussy throb.

I part my lips.

His voice is low, tone controlled but deep. “Tongue out.”

I do as I’m told, my fingers digging into my thighs in lust-filled anticipation. He guides his dick forward, sliding the head against my tongue, only an inch, in and out, and I can taste more of his precum as it leaks from the swollen head.

“If you need to breathe, tap my leg.” Then he shrugs. “Or don’t.”

Then my head hits the wall as he thrusts fully into my mouth, down my throat, gagging me into silence. My eyes water, and I swallow around the length of him as he groans.

With his metallic skeleton mask looking down at me, framed by the black hood, the view from where I am is terrifying. But does that make me insane to want more? To be turned on by this?

His other hand still on the wall, he wraps one of my ponytails around his leather-clad fist, fucking my mouth, and I’m pinned between two immovable objects as his cock pummels my throat. I try to drag in some fresh air as I hear him groan and mutter a deep, dragged-out fuck under his breath.

He gets into a steady rhythm as he robs me of air, and I keep my eyes on him, not daring to look away as tears slide down my cheeks.

Kade pulls fully out of my mouth, and I fill my burning lungs, a string of saliva trailing from my mouth to his tip, before he drives back into my throat and my head is firm against the wall again. His cock swells even thicker between my lips, and my tongue traces each bulging vein.

Deep. Hard. Fast. Everything I want him to do between my legs, he’s doing to my mouth. Attacking my throat with lethal rage.

“Always such a good girl when you’re on your knees for me. Taking every inch, your throat welcoming me home.” He punches the wall above me as he grits out, “Fuck, Stacey, fucking keep sucking my cock.”

The fake blood on my chest is smearing from all the liquid leaving the corners of my mouth. The gagging sounds mix with the wet sloshing of each thrust of his cock, and I hear him hiss; see him press the forehead of his mask to the wall as I swallow.

When he goes faster, I want to wrap my hand around the thickness of his cock, but he has it pushed in to the hilt. More saliva gathers in my mouth and drips down my chin, and I’m not sure if that’s causing the puddle beneath me, or if it’s the slick desire from my throbbing pussy.

I gasp for air as he pulls out again, and before I can wipe my mouth, he yanks me to my feet and pushes me against the wall, dragging his leather-clad thumb across my mouth. The skull glares back at me as my chest rises and falls.

The mask lifts, revealing his good looks, before he lowers to his knees one at a time.

“Part yourself. Show me your pretty little cunt.”

I run my shaking fingers up my soaked thighs, pulling the material of my tutu up to reveal my needy core before parting my pussy lips for him.

He stares at how wet and swollen and eager I am for him. I keep myself open as he glides his palms up the back of my thighs, grasping my ass cheeks so hard he’s parting them too.

I shake in my heels as he leans forward and kisses my inner thigh, then the other.

I moan as he dives forward, hidden beneath my tutu, sucking on my clit harshly and taking it between his teeth. My fingers slide from the intensity of the feeling that overwhelms me, but I breathe and part myself again around his mouth as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Put your leg over my shoulder.”

My fingers grab at his hood, holding him in place as I hook my leg over his shoulder, opening myself to him further. I grind against this mouth and whimper, “Oh God,” as he swipes at my clit then lowers to my entrance to devour my cunt like a starved animal.

“I knew you were delicious, Freckles,” he growls against my clit, taking it between his teeth again and making me jump in shock as his fingertips press at my back hole again. “I just needed a reminder.”

My spine twists with pleasure, a coiling heat starting at the lower part of my stomach, but as I try to move against his mouth and chase the orgasm that’s so close already, he pulls away.

“I’m going to kill you if you stop again,” I pant, the tingling already fading. I’m almost tempted to drop to the ground and get myself off, but as his burning gaze stays on me, I resist. He stuffs his cock back into his combats and leads me to the bottom of the stairs, then pulls his mask back into place and points to the ground in front of me.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he says, gesturing to the spiral staircase. “And crawl up them.”

Swallowing, I glance up then back over at him. “You want me to crawl up the stairs?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Is this what you need?” I ask softly. “You need the control?”

Kade stays silent.

But I understand. He’s been forced into sex, had zero control over his life for months, so this must be him trying to get it back. I’m more than happy to give it to him.

He waits patiently until I lower myself to all fours, my ass in full view for him as I take the first step. I should be flushing with embarrassment, telling him to fuck off, but my pussy is drenched and needy and desperate.

I feel an intense need to please him.

I can feel his hungry gaze on me as I take a few more steps, his boots walking up two behind. I want to look over my shoulder, but I know his eyes will be on what’s waiting for him at the top, seeing how soaked my thighs are and how swollen my cunt is.

I freeze as he tosses his other glove off and moan as he shoves a finger into my pussy.

“Keep going,” he orders through his mask, his voice muffled, as he curls that finger inside me, working in and out as I take each step slowly.

“So wet,” he says – a deep growl that vibrates in my bones – then presses his thumb to my back hole, ceasing my movements. “I never told you to stop.”

My back bows as he nudges his thumb against the tightness of my ass, adding a second finger to my pussy and fucking both. I attempt to move but barely. I try to push back against him to feel more, but he grabs my hair to stop me. “Keep fucking crawling.”

“I-I can’t.”

I wince as he pulls his hand away – his boots are heavy as he follows.

A smack on my ass jolts me, my knees crushing into the metal steps. “Keep going.” Another smack, and my pussy clenches at the stinging pain.

My thighs rub together, and when we reach the top, I’m panting and dripping, desperate for another touch, my walls clenching around thin air.

Kade takes my throat, pulling me to my feet. “That’s my girl,” he groans against my mouth. “I like when you do as you’re told.”

I whimper his name as he lightly strangles me, and he doesn’t stop me as I yank his cock free, taking it in my hand and pumping slowly, feeling my back against his door as he tries to unlock it while I stroke him.

My thumb swipes at his sensitive tip, and his dick throbs in my hand. His knee separates mine, and I grind against his leg while he thrusts himself into my palm.

Kade shoves me through the door, kicking it shut behind him as he lifts me into his arms by my thighs, and he doesn’t protest as I grind against his cock, seeking the thickness of him inside me.

His grips my ass cheeks, fingers digging into my skin, bruising and fucking driving me mad as he rolls my hips against him, his swollen crown easing through my soaking entrance.

I moan, hands diving into his hair under his hood.

My back hits the mattress, and without taking off our clothes, or his mask, he abruptly drives his cock into me with such delicious force, I let out a choked scream.

Kade isn’t slow or gentle. My back is dragged up the bed with each thrust, and he hikes my leg up to his shoulder to get a deeper angle – opening me for him then fucking me senseless.

The skull watches me as his cock pounds into me, making my eyes roll, my breasts spilling out of my corset.

“Fuck,” he blurts out.

Lowering his elbow next to my head, he drives his cock in and out of me continuously, mercilessly, most likely marking my thighs given how hard he’s hammering into me.

But I love it. I love that it hurts – mixing with the pleasure and him and what we have.

My hands push into his hood and grip his hair again as I roll my hips into his, meeting each thrust. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as a roaring heat courses through me, as a coiling starts at the base of my spine and has me arching off the bed.

He groans and buries his masked face into my shoulder, snapping his hips against me, each thick inch of him penetrating my core repeatedly – until I’m unable to speak or see or hear, only concentrating on the sweet spot his cock hits that has me tugging his hair as my walls tighten around him.

“You know what I’ve missed? This,” he says, tossing his mask off and dragging his wet mouth down my jawline, my throat, slowly licking at the top of my breasts, covering his face in fake blood. “Feeling your cunt wrapped around me and fucking throbbing while your orgasm builds. You can feel it, can’t you? If I keep going, you’re going to fucking explode around me.”

“Please keep going.” Each word is a pleading moan, my ankles around his thighs and drawing him in deeper. “If you stop, I’ll hurt you.”

“What’s fucking new,” he mutters against my throat, sucking the flesh between his teeth and releasing my ass, dropping his hand between us to rub my clit. “Let go, Freckles. Strangle my cock while you scream for me.”

My lips part, and Kade cages my head with his other arm, capturing my mouth with his.

The kiss is firm but demanding, and as my orgasm builds to unbearable heights, Kade swallows my scream, his tongue delving into my mouth. My spine curls, as do my toes – still in my heels – and my entire body bursts into flames while Kade drags his cock in and out with dominating thrusts.

“K-K,” is all I can manage as he groans into my mouth, his tongue stroking my own, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as my orgasm hits its pinnacle. My muscles tense all over, and I can’t stop my limbs from shaking.

“Can I come inside you?” he asks, gritting his teeth as he fucks me, the sounds of my wetness intensifying as I feel how drenched the bed beneath me has become. “Fuck. Do I need to stop?”

“Not yet,” I pant. “I want to come again.”

“So greedy.”

I unhook my legs from behind his thighs and shove him, so he falls onto his back, then climb on top of him.

He doesn’t stop me as I pull up his hoodie and shirt, tracing his abs with my hands – then he helps me pull them off, tossing them across the room. I kiss across his shoulder blades, holding him down as I align myself with his swollen head.

We both gasp as I sink onto his cock and he fills me with his thick length.

He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me back, so I’m sitting on him. “You going to ride me like a good little slut?” His words are strained as I lift my hips and roll back down, taking every inch. “Fuck. Keep going.” He thrusts upwards. “Just like that.”

I bounce all over his dick, chasing my third high of the night as he robs me of air, using his hold on my neck to slam me down on him.

Kade throws his head back with a groan, his Adam’s apple bulging, the veins on the right side of his neck pulsing as his cock swells inside me.

“If you don’t get off me, Freckles,” he says, gritting his teeth and guiding me as he bounces me on his cock, “then I’ll fucking come in you. I don’t give a fuck if you’re on birth control or not. I’ll fill you with every damn drop and watch it leak out of your cunt.” He fucks up into me harder. “Your choice.”

He sits up with me in his lap, bringing us chest to chest, and I keep grinding on him, my clit against his pubic bone as he kisses me again. Soft, gentle, he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips before I part them. I take his face in my hands, fingers curled in the dark hair behind his ears, deepening the sensual kiss with a slant of my head.

Another orgasm smacks into me, and as my walls tighten around his cock in quick intervals, Kade kisses me even harder. I try to whimper, to scream, to moan his name, but he’s silencing me with his tongue, snaking his arm around the small of my back and bringing me down faster.

My vision blurs, and my spine twists with each pulse of pleasure, and Kade devours my throat, sucking on the skin as I drop my head back.

Kade’s fingers curl into my nape, digging into my flesh and dragging me down harder – then he lets out a deep, guttural moan and stills, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me up with his cum.

We both collapse as soon as the sensations start to settle, and a low buzz in my ears accompanies the fulfilling feeling. Kade rests his head on my beating chest, arms wrapping around my back and holding me to him while we catch our breaths. Our sweating bodies become one.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks.

My eyes close, and I fall into a deep sleep before I can reply.