The Stranger I Know (Dark Romance) (16 page)

I sweat. The moment doesn't seem to end. Like he lost his words and can't find them again. I know that isn't it though. We've gone through this game before. He sets up a reason to punish me, and executes a plan. After we're through with the choking and spanking, he fucks me as a favor.

I break eye contact from the mask and look over his shoulder at one of the windows. "Should we close those?" I point.

He looks over his shoulder and nods. "Yes. Go do it."

I step past him, feeling his arm hairs bristle with static desperation as I pass. I pull the curtains closed and make sure there aren't any spying cameras watching this time.

As I turn toward him again, I shake my head absentmindedly. "Master?"

"Yes?" His voice is harsh in a disappointed way. Like I'm not meeting some standard. Normally I'd want nothing more than to ease that, but right now, I'm kind of enjoying it.

I flush with real embarrassment. That isn't an act. Until tonight, I needed him to have control, even if he thought it was the other way around.

He nods and beckons me closer. Despite the winter chill outside, the room is a furnace. My skin is sweaty and I'm clammy. He grips my shoulders and pushes me down onto the bed. I let him. He rips open my pants and tears them halfway down my legs, exposing my ass and the back of my thighs. I'm stunned beyond words.

He runs his hands, feverish and excited, up and down my skin. Less brushing it and more stroking. He seizes the edge of his hand against my crotch and nearly lifts me up. The sensation of helplessness hits me and I let out a long sigh while he teases me. My clit hurts already, but he's relentless.

"You like this? Forcing me to tear your clothes to make you listen?" He breathes hard, but not from exhaustion. Far from it. It's from the same feeling I have. That excited euphoria that comes with extreme anticipation.

I clench the bedding and look over my shoulder. "Yes, sir."

"No, the answer is no!" He lifts his hand and spanks me with the back of his hand. I fall forward and stuff my face into a pillow to stop from wailing out. I'm starting to disintegrate, but I can't let myself forget why I'm doing this. It isn't about me this time, it's about him. I have to... make... him...

He spanks me again, and again. Each twhack of his hand against my bare ass pushes me forward and stings with a heat that only he could produce. He falls to his knees with a thud and starts ripping at the rest of my pants, the sound of fabric being shredded is loud. He lifts my knees to shred the rest of the denim down to my ankles until I'm totally naked except for my panties.

"Shut your eyes, keep your head buried in that pillow," he demands. I do, but not because he tells me. But because I'm biting the pillow to keep myself from breaking the moment. From uttering the one word that'll stop him cold. Will it?

Will it stop him? I feel the harsh plastic of his mask rub my ass as he grazes my thighs with his face and lips. His touch is making me shiver. A cold breeze. A choking gale. What if he ignores it? Too fired up to listen to me?

He can't. He might be demonic, but he isn't a monster.

Just a little longer... Marcy... I tell myself. It has to be the right moment.

He stands again and spanks me again. I howl into the pillow and muffle the wail. He chuckles, a dark laugh that starts in his throat and only blooms into a black flower.

"Another couple of spankings, then maybe we'll pull the leather cuffs out and really take care of business."

"Yes, sir." Perfect is what I'm thinking.

He spanks me again until I'm sure my ass is chapped and red. I don't know how he manages such force, but I've never buckled under it.

He pushes my hips down to the bed and holds his hand against my lower back for a few moments. "Stay here. Don't move."

I nod into the pillow I haven't let go of. He ruffles through his bag and I hear the clink of some metal links. The leather cuffs are a bit different, but only because of the sound they make. That satisfying stretch of leather.

"Turn over," he says. I release my white-knuckled grip from the pillow and turn onto my back. Sweat sticks to the bedding and my ass is burning. He gathers one of my ankles and wraps a cuff around it. "We'll begin with these fussy things."

He pulls my leg toward the nearest corner of the bed and latches it to the bed post. He repeats this until all of my limbs are extended diagonally. Helpless.

Gazing down my body with what little mobility I have left, I see him undressing further. He's naked now, and climbing on top of the bed.

He stops when his hands are on either side of my hips and he smacks my lower belly. Not my clit, but dangerously close. I squeeze down a howl, but yank on all four chains at once. The repeated echo of the restraints stopping me follows, and I suddenly feel claustrophobic.

He inhales deeply. "You're so primed. All of this has been making you wet, hasn't it?"

I nod, "Yes."

He grabs my thigh and runs his hand up to my hip. Now. Right now, Marcy. My inner voice screams.

My mouth won't listen. He breaks contact with my waist and begins to move in to stroke my pussy, I let out a small yelp. He growls in satisfaction. This only urges me forward. He strokes my clit.

"Medusa."

He stops immediately. Like I froze him in time. His hand is still hovering above my pussy and his other is still holding me down, but with significantly less pressure. His voice changes, maybe from surprise. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just... a little claustrophobic."

He stands and loosens the restraints a little, giving me a little more reach with my limbs. "Better?"

"I think so."

He leans back down and resumes his position before. His hands slides against my labia and splits me. I'm soaking the sheets, I don't know how I couldn't be. It isn't so much from the spanking and restraints, but from the last ten seconds of him bowing before me. How easily I controlled him. I froze him solid with one word.

I bite back euphoria. I've always had that power. Arousing me, I relish it. I hold it like a jewel.

He's touching me, but I don't feel it. All I feel is the power I wield over him. Not only do I know his true identity, but I have complete power right now. I'm the one chained to the bed, but he's the one chained to one single word. All I have to do is say it. His focus is concentrated on my pussy. Mine isn't.

"Medusa."

He stops again and rises up from admiring my pussy to look at me. He frowns. He's growing annoyed.

"What's wrong?"

"This strap is a little too tight," I say and wiggle my left hand. That worry in his voice. It's absolutely... bliss. Not because of his actual feelings of empathy, but because it rips away his Dom mask off him. He's vulnerable, uneasy, and annoyed. He's also hard, aroused, and getting harder, and I have all night.

All night.

He loosens the strap a little and I agree that it is fine.

"Master, haven't I been punished enough?" Dropping Master into my sentence cues him to resume his character. "Can I taste your cock yet?"

He thinks for a moment and scratches his chin. His head is tilted away from me. Lost in thought. "I suppose you can have a taste, but nothing more. You haven't earned more than a taste."

I nod. He climbs over my body and pins my chest between his knees. His cock is close enough I can feel the heat coming off it. He's solid as marble and dripping with excitement. I lean my head forward, to the best of my mobility from the chains, and drag my tongue along the shaft. I watch his hands carefully.

He starts reaching for his cock to stop me, and before he can, I withdraw my tongue and say one word: "Medusa."

He freezes solid again, and I resist laughing. I keep my eyes locked on his, and before he has a chance to ask me if something is wrong, I lick his cock again.

He immediately stands up and leaps off the bed. His feet plant silently on the carpet and he turns to me. "What are you doing?"

"I'm playing."

His tone has transformed from worry to irritation. At some point between my restrained laugh and my tongue, he changed. I can feel it. "Don't. You don't get to play with that word. You don't want to be the sub who cried wolf."

"Bullshit," I call him out. "You can't ignore the safe word... I mean, unless you want a potential murder on your hands."

"How is sucking my cock going to murder you?"

It isn't obvious to him? "This is just the beginning. What if you're fucking me later and choking me out, I say the word and you ignore me? I die, you're fucked."

I pretend his face is as pale as his mask now. Of course he knows that. He's trying to make me trip over my own words. I won't do such a thing.

"You're not right tonight, you're fucking with me."

I sigh and shake the chains. "No, I'm not. I'm making sure you are in control." Of yourself, I want to add. "It's a bond... sir."

"Yes," he says, regaining his composure. There is a bit of a cough on the tail end of his one word reply. His cock is still full of excitement.

He straddles me again, with a little less enthusiasm. I can't have him petering out on me.

"Master, punish me more."

"I thought you wanted a taste?" he asks, but it isn't a question for me to answer. He grabs my waist and turns me onto my stomach. My arms are twisted across each other and my ankles are crossed. There is enough slack in the chains to keep me comfortable, but I'm sure it looks insane.

"I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you so hard that you'll beg for mercy. And you won't get it. No matter what." A thrill rises through me. Is he acting? Or is he being serious? It's horrifying and at the same time... my pussy throbs to be filled.

He glides his cock against my skin and my thighs. There's just enough room for him to squeeze into me from behind with my legs crossed, but I can't imagine it is comfortable for him. I suppose that isn't the point.

The tip of his cock brushes between my labia and parts my lips. I let out a ragged sigh into a pillow and try to restrain myself. Before I can say anything, he thrusts into me. With only the barest of lube on his cock, it pinches at first until he's all the way inside me. My body does the rest of the work. That wasn't part of the plan at all.

"You like being punished. I know you do. You're a fucking whore and always have been."

I don't know if he was in character or not. His hands stroke my skin and slide against my sweat. His dick fills me up completely. My pussy swallows him whole and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to say fuck it and give up on my plan. To just let him keep fucking me. To let me fuck this stranger I know the name of. All the same. I want to stop it though. He has to feel that fucking disgust. He has to feel that betrayal. That helplessness. My heart freezes over this time. That lack of complete control in your life. Like how he made me feel. He grunts a little, and I strike.

"Medusa," I say calmly.

He stops and withdraws. "You're fucking kidding me? I'm about to cum over here."

"I don't want it inside me tonight. Can't we use a condom or something?"

He gets up and pulls a condom from his bag and tears it open and puts it on so fast I barely catch it. "Is this better?"

"Yes, Master," I say. He spits on his hand and coats his rubber head before pushing into me again. It's another penetration and I yelp with mixed emotions. I'm being pulled in two directions and I don't know if I can stand it for very much longer.

Do I let myself fall into his oblivion, or do I turn and crush him like I had planned? I can't help myself from being intimidated by him. His masked face gives off a vibe of power. That enigmatic thought that maybe it isn't James. Maybe it's someone else. It could be anyone.

That's what I loved about it. And that's what pisses me off so much about finding out the truth.

He presses one of his hands against my ass to pin me down and it makes my entire body ache with fever. He really wasn't gentle earlier, but I never told him not to. I quake and throw my hair back as I turn to look over my shoulder at him. My face is pressed against the pillows, which are fucked up now, so hard that they feel like boulders. He pounds away at me, and I moan. "Ah..." slips from my lips. I can't help myself.

He grunts as his balls slap my body. "You like getting fucked like this?"

"Yes, Master," I reply without hesitation. He pulls his cock out and peels the condom off without even a single warning. I stare over my shoulder at him with an anger I can't believe.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You said you liked getting fucked like this, so I'm gonna fuck you. Bare and Raw." The words bare and raw only barely escape his clenched teeth. He teases my pussy again, his cock covered in condom lube and my own juices, and pushes it into me. He pulls my shoulders back and forces me into an arch as he enters me, and I squeal in pain.

He leans in, every inch digging deeper into me before I can feel his breath on my neck. His voice is low and hollow. "Call me Master. And mean it." His grip on my shoulder tightens.

"Master," I choke out. "Master." I'm losing control, not just of my power, but of myself. If I don't focus... I'll... ahh... His cock is so tight inside my body, with my back arched, it feels like he's going to split me in two. My arms and legs being crossed only makes me feel that much more. If I deny him and he gets angry, what can I really do to stop him?

But I have to. I have to see him go that far. To make him feel as much anger or betrayal as I felt.

He groans deeply in my ear, and whispers: "I'm going to cum inside you." His voice echoes inside his mask.

I jolt myself back to ignoring it. Ignoring his groans, his hands exploring my body, my skin dewing with sweat.

"Medusa."

He doesn't stop. He moves his hand from my shoulder to the side of my neck and I realize... he isn't going to stop. My eyes grow wide. "Medu—,"

His hand slips over my mouth and muffles the last syllable. I scream it anyway. I'm furious. He keeps going, and his other hand holds my hips up against his body as he cums, the rhythmic moaning and slow speed obvious. He fucking ignored me. It isn't the first time we've fucked, but it is the first time he's ignored me. I don't feel violated, but I feel pissed off.