Chapter Fifty Five

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My skin was sizzling with electricity as I wrapped my arms around Masky's neck, whimpers leaving my lips when he dug his fingers into my waist, pressing me against the cold wall harshly as his tongue invaded my mouth.

My fingers toyed with the hair at his nape and as he broke the kiss I drank in his starving expression.

I'd been waiting forever for this.

We were still in the hallways, hardly able to keep our hands to ourselves on the way to his room. I was breathing heavily, my heart hammering so hard in my chest it felt like it would break through my ribcage.

"Masky," I breathed on a whimper and he slapped a hand over my mouth, peering down at me with an expression so dark it froze the blood in my veins.

"Be quiet," he grumbled, "I won't tell you again."

His mouth was then on my neck, causing me to shiver when his tongue slid over the sensitive skin there and when he bit down on my heated flesh a small whimper left my lips.

As if to punish me for the sound, his teeth dug deeper and tears sprung up instantly.

It hurt, but it felt so good.

I pressed my lips together, holding back the sounds that threatened to escape me each time he sunk his teeth into my neck and shoulders, legs shaking from the buildup of moisture down below.

When he was satisfied with the fresh bite marks and hickeys littering my neck, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down the rest of the hallway to his room.

He shoved the bedroom door open and led me inside, locking it behind him.

I stood, fidgeting under his gaze when he turned to look at me. He stalked closer, cupping my face in his hands and looking down at me with an expression devoid of any kind of softness. I could almost see a fire roaring behind his eyes.

"You found your way here," he spoke and I nodded, resting my hands against his as I looked up at him.

"Why?"

"I just missed you," why did my voice betray me by shaking so much?

He let out a light scoff and pulled my body closer, pressing his crotch against my abdomen so I could feel his erection, "you missed this."

"Masky-"

"You don't have to deny it," he took a step forward, forcing me to take a step back, "I know you did."

"Not just that," I mumbled, looking away.

A small gasp of surprise left my lips as I was shoved backwards but I was met with softness when I fell on the bed and he was on me, pinning me down with both arms on either side of my head, my wrists feeling like they were about to snap from the force he was exerting.

It was useless for me to struggle against him, knowing his strength.

"Have you lost weight?" He asked to my surprise.

"I- I don't know," I answered in truth, "I might have."

He used a hand to push the hem of the t-shirt up, exposing my torso. For some reason the act caused me to feel a little insecure about my body.

What if I had lost weight? Would he find my body repulsive now? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he did.

With my free hand I pushed the shirt back down to cover myself and his eyes met mine, his expression hard as steel.

I took my hand away almost as quickly as I'd placed it there.

A few seconds went by as he continued to look at me, unblinking. It made me uncomfortable and I looked all about the room, avoiding his gaze and trying to focus on anything but the slick wetness that was threatening to ruin my underwear.

"You know better," He finally spoke, flipping me onto my stomach and before I could respond a hard smack sounded about the room.

I let out a startled cry, trying to turn myself over but a hand was pressed to my lower back, keeping me there. Another hard smack to the neighboring cheek and I stilled, hoping he wouldn't spank me again.

"Masky I-" the words died on my lips when I felt him grab the waistband of my shorts and panties and tugged them off my hips, dragging them down to my ankles.

"You know better than to starve yourself," the disappointment in his tone had my stomach clenching tightly.

Ashamed, I squirmed under him and a third slap met my ass once more. This time however, without any shorts in the way to soften the blow, I arched my back at the sharp pain that met my asscheeks. Digging my fingers into the comforter, I fisted it tightly in my grasp, teeth gritted from the pain.

"Don't you?"

"Y-yes."

Two more. The stinging sensation had moisture seeping from between my legs and I bit deep into my lower lip, conflicted.

The pain only heightened the pleasure I was already feeling.

"So why did you?"

"I...I-"

"You what? Use your fucking words."

"I d-didn't mean to-" I managed to whimper.

"Hm," he brushed his knuckles over my glistening entrance and I tensed.

"I'm sorry... Tim."

He stopped moving completely and I swallowed, wondering what he was thinking.

"I heard all about your little trip to LJ's" he spoke after a few seconds and I was at a loss for words when he used both hands to spread my cheeks apart.

Knowing I was exposed to him in such a lewd way made me all the more embarrassed.

"What were you doing out there, hm?"

I tried to answer but my words were a garbled mess, especially when I felt him force two fingers inside. The wet sounds of my insides giving way to his digits only caused me to flood more.

This was too much. I was breathing too heavily, my face buried in the covers as I curled my toes in an effort to ease the tension building inside me.

"Answer," his command sent a wave of pleasure through me and I tried forcing myself to speak but he was flexing his fingers inside me now, stimulating my g-spot directly and turning my brain to mush.

"Please-"

"Please what?"

Had I imagined the smirk in his tone?

Picking up the pace and ensuring I'd be rendered speechless he then smacked my ass again, "what, you can't talk now? Isn't this what you came here for?"

I can't think straight.

"Fuck," I groaned out loud.

"Yeah, there you go, right back to being my bitch."

My eyelids fluttered closed, legs shaking as I shuddered under him.

Using his free hand to grab a handful of my hair, he tugged roughly, "this is exactly what you came looking for isn't it?"

Did he enjoy embarrassing me like this? I was breathing heavily, sweat glazing my forehead as he continued to flex his fingers inside me, coaxing me to madness.

"Answer me!" the gruff command startled me, causing me to yelp and a smack met my ass when I still didn't answer his question.

It wasn't fair. I couldn't think because of what he was doing to me. Didn't he know it made me crazy to have his undivided attention like this?

"Look how wet you are," he cooed and I gasped when his fingers slipped out of my soaked middle. He smacked my entrance before delving his fingers inside again and my heart thudded against my ribcage when I heard his belt buckle coming undone.

I'm not ready. I'm really not ready.

My insides clenched in anticipation as I felt him plop his member onto my slick folds, using both hands to spread me open again. I was too weak to lift my head from where my face was buried in the comforter and as he moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his turgid member against my entrance, I let out a shuddering breath.

"You've thought about this haven't you?" He leaned in close, whispering against my ear in a way that made butterflies flutter to life inside me, "you've fantasized about it."

He wasn't wrong. I'd thought about him more than I'd ever admit and now it was more than I could bear. Taking my arms behind me, Masky secured my wrists in place by fashioning a handcuff from his belt.

Impossible for me to get out of.

He pulled me up from the bed and turned me to face him, grabbing my face in his hand as he smirked, "you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"S-so are you," I managed to stutter and a large grin came over his face almost instantly.

"I can't help it, you're just so fun to play with," a hand was wrapped around my throat and as he looked down at me, his expression went back to being flat.

"Are you a good girl?"

Biting my lip I nodded and he pulled my body up against his, kissing me roughly, all while his cock was throbbing against my abdomen. When he pulled away I caught my breath.

"On the bed," he let me go, eyes trained on mine. I stumbled away from him and when I got to the bed I struggled to climb up with my arms still bound behind my back. I heard him chuckle from behind me when I lost my balance and slumped onto the bed, dreading what was to come.

"Come on, you can do it," he mocked, coming up behind me and pressing himself against my entrance. When I struggled to get on the bed again, failing once more and even slipping down the side somewhat, I felt him grasp my ass with one hand, spreading me open. His other hand was used to grip his cock and I froze when the bulbous tip prodded my entrance.

"Masky-" I squirmed under him and he dug his fingers into my skin the same instant he started to slide himself inside. Rocking his hips back and forth he dug deep and I sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of being filled to capacity. He stilled for only a moment before he pulled out and delved back in, slamming into me so forcefully I could only let out a guttural cry.

Grasping my hips, he lifted me up, still deep inside, and positioned me onto my knees at the edge of the bed. He then grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, breathing gruffly against my ear as he thrusted inside me, filling me up.

My eyes were rolling over from pleasure, insides clenched around him as wetness squelched with each forceful thrust. It was much too good for me to keep quiet, moans slipping past my lips as I clenched my fists against the restraints.

"Welcome home, Baby," he growled into my ear, "I'll never let you leave."

His words and the gruff tone of his voice made my insides spasm frantically and I let out a pleased sound, "Masky-"

"Did you think you were safe here?"

His question had my insides flooding and I bit deeply into my lower lip.

"I'm going to use you like this every day so get ready."

Every day?

"You can take it, can't you?" He asked and I whimpered loudly as he smacked my ass, his thrusts deeper than before, sending my mind whirling into oblivion.

"Answer my fucking question," with a grunt he grabbed my neck, shoving my face into the covers so harshly I hardly had time to catch my breath before he was picking up the pace, fucking me so hard that tears instantly spilled from my eyes.

I tried to answer but my words were muffled.

"Speak up," he snarled, pressing my face into the bed to the point where it was impossible for me to catch a breath. I was squirming, trying to ease the weight that was holding me down but he wasn't having it. With his free hand he groped and smacked my ass and I fought back even more when I felt him press a thumb against my free hole, spreading moisture over it.

It was getting hard for me to breathe now and I was starting to panic, shuddering when his thumb slid inside me without warning. It was a foreign sensation but so pleasurable I forgot about my need for oxygen for a moment, moving my hips against him in an effort to maximize the pleasure I was feeling.

"You like that, huh?" As he thrusted himself inside me he kept his thumb in place and I sucked in a sharp breath when he finally released me, turning my head to the side so I could fill my screaming lungs with much needed oxygen.

He then reached around to rub my swollen clit, the assault causing my insides to spasm uncontrollably from the sudden orgasm that rocked my core.

Feeling my insides spasming around his member, he stilled and only flexed his thumb inside my tightly clenched behind.

"Gonna have to loosen you up," he spoke, slipping his thumb out and smacking my ass before he pushed me face-first into the mattress again and dragged his turgid member out of me.

I rolled onto my side, my hands still bound behind me as sweat rolled off my skin, chest heaving and insides quivering as I watched him step out of his clothes. Trying to steady my breathing I closed my eyes and breathed deeply but they shot open again once I felt an arm around my ankle and Masky was pulling me towards him.

Not again.

"Did you think I was done with you?" He asked, a devious smirk on his lips.

I whimpered, looking up at him with wide eyes, "please... I can't-"

"I didn't ask, Baby," he pulled me up by my arms, steadying me on my feet as he looked down at me, "give me a kiss."

I lifted my head to kiss him but he made no effort to move, knowing I wasn't tall enough. Getting on my tiptoes I tried again, barely managing to plant one on his lips that had been pressed into a firm line.

He stood there, watching in amusement as I tried again and when I finally managed to press my lips against his, he wrapped his arms around my body and slid his tongue inside, saliva mixing as I reveled in the sparks that sizzled throughout my body.

He reached around and undid the makeshift handcuff, the belt clattering to the floor as he took my arms and placed them over his shoulders, urging me to hold onto him as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as the torturous kiss continued and my back was firmly pressed against the cold wall.

One of his hands slid under my thigh, fingers toying with my slick folds as he bucked up against me, his cock pressing against my entrance. Pain was already throbbing inside my core but it was nothing compared to the ache I felt, the need to have him filling me up again.

"Please-" I uttered the only word I seemed to know whenever he had me like this, not even sure what I was begging for.

I clung to him and he pressed his face into the crook of my neck, biting down as he used his fingers to spread me open and was once again sliding himself inside me.

I let out an elongated moan and his arm tightened around me as he thrusted upwards, waves of pleasure rippling through my entire body when his cock delved into me to the hilt.

"Fuck-" the word slipped from my lips and he peppered kisses over my neck and then my face before kissing me deeply again. Both of his hands held my thighs as he moved my body up and down on his member while meeting me with each thrust, his girthy cock reaching depths I never imagined. I was physically full.

"It hurts," I dug my nails into his shoulders, insides sloppy and aching for more despite the pain.

"You love it," he tugged on my lower lip with his teeth before biting down, and I whimpered from the sharp pain.

"I'll use all your holes, just like this," he made a show of slamming into me harshly, repeatedly.

After a few minutes of thrusting he stilled and hoisted me up, his cock sliding out of me before he set me to my feet and turned me around, shoving my chest against the wall.

Taking both my hands he held them behind me, trapping me there as he slid into me again with a hoarse groan.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he gruffed, leaning in to speak against my ear.

"N-no," I gently pushed against him but it only served to slide his cock deeper inside.

"Mhm and then I'm going to watch it drip out of your slutty hole," he pressed my face into the hard cold wall, stroking deeper and deeper inside me as pain entwined with pleasure causing another buildup in my core.

"Please..." I begged, legs shaking.

"Please, what?" He didn't ease up even for a bit, in fact, his thrusts were only getting deeper and he used both hands to grab me by the neck, forcing me to take what he had to give.

"P-please stop!" tears rolled down my cheeks and his grip on my neck tightened as he brought his face close again to growl into my ear.

"You know how to make it stop."

When the only sound I could utter was a pathetic whimper, pleasure washing over me from my second orgasm, I heard him chuckle.

"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought."

He let my hands go, grasping my hips as I splayed my palms against the wall to keep my balance.

I could hardly manage to keep myself standing upright and with each forceful thrust of Masky's hips my face was slammed against the wall and suddenly he grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing my face into the hard cold surface.

"Spread yourself for me."

I reached my hands around, grasping my cheeks and spreading them like he'd asked me to.

"Good girl," his thrusts slowed and I let out soft pants as he moved back and forth, sliding out almost to the point of separation before delving deep again in slow torturous movements.

"You're driving me crazy," holding myself open for him and having him use my body like this, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"That's the plan," he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, brushing his lips against my ear as I felt warmth fill my insides.

"Masky..." I waited for him to reply, only getting a grunt in response.

"I love you."

He didn't answer, slipping out of me and taking a step back. Without his support I slid down the wall, breathing heavily as I watched him retreat to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Fresh tears sprung up in my eyes.

This was everything I'd been thinking of so why did I still feel so god damn empty?

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