I open the door to one room, a four-post bed in the middle, with red satin sheets. The place looks like a French-style brothel from the 1920s. The wall is ordained in whips, chains, and floggers, and a Saint Andrew’s cross even sits in one corner.
Her gaze takes in the room, her plump mouth slightly open, delicate hands rubbing against each other. “I’m not really sure all this is what I had in mind.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I trail kisses from her shoulder to her earlobe. “I don’t need these toys.”
Her breathing speeds up, her head falling back, and her body relaxes in my arms. “What do you need?”
She yelps when I grab her and toss her on the bed, her mask shifting, but she recovers, moving it back into place. “I’m not a fuckin’ rag doll. You can’t just toss me around.”
“Isn’t that why you came here, to be someone’s little doll, or is your thing being the puppet master?”
She glances away from me, and I don’t like it. I want her eyes on me at all times. It’s already hard enough to sense what she wants with that stupid mask on her face. “No, I don’t want to be the one in control. Um, that doesn’t really work for me.”
“Good, ’cause I don’t enjoy giving up my control. Take the mask off.”
“I’ll take it off if you do.”
The bed creaks as I crawl on top of her, caging her between my arms and legs. “Sweetheart, if I want the mask off, you’ll take it off.” I smirk, touching the white ski mask on my face.
Something flashes in her eyes—anger, determination, heat, or a mixture of all three. The girl has fire in her, and I’ve always been attracted to flames. “I can walk out of here and find the next guy available.”
A growl escapes my lips as I pin her arms above her head, bending down so that I’m right in her face, forcing her to stare right into my eyes. I feel a range boil inside me. Something foreign that’s putting me off-kilter. “The fuck you will.”
“Great, so we agree. The mask stays on.”
“You like the idea of me fucking you with the ski mask on don’t you?”
She turns her face away, a pink blush crawling up her skin.
I growl in her ear, “Hope you like it rough.”
The princess squirms beneath me, raising her hips and nodding her pretty little head.
“I need you to say yes. This nodding shit doesn’t work as consent for me, and I’m not into taking shit from women against their will.”
“I don’t actually know, but based on the porn I watch, I’d say yes.”
I drop her hands and move away from her, searching her eyes for what I’m not sure. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“This is my first time.”
I jump off the bed so fast you’d think it was on fuckin’ fire. My dick’s hard as a rock hearing her admit she’s a virgin, but my head’s telling me to walk the fuck away. I’m not in the habit of taking girls’ virginities; it’s not something I’m into. I like sex hard, fast, and dirty, and the word gentle isn’t in my vocabulary, but I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted another woman in my entire life. It feels like if I don’t have her, I might as well cut off my dick ’cause it isn’t ever gonna get hard again for anyone else.
She jumps off the bed, her hands on her hips. “Listen, it’s really not a big fuckin’ deal. At least not to me. I need to lose it, and well, you seem like you’d be up for the job. If you can’t do the job, I’m sure I can find a willing body.”
She moves towards me, her hand reaching for the doorknob, and something in me snaps. I yank her hair back, forcing her head to tilt up as I look down at her. “The hell you will.”
“So we have a deal?”
I don’t answer her question. I stare in her eyes, wondering what I’m supposed to do next. “Fuck it.” I lean down, crushing my lips to hers and feeling myself get blissfully lost in the inferno. A kiss has me falling to my knees for this woman, and I feel like I’ve just fucked my life.
My hands fumble like a teenager, desperate to take the girl’s dress off so I can see some tits as if her tits are the only ones in existence and if I don’t see them, I’ll never see tits again. “Fuck, where is the zipper or buttons to this thing?”
She chuckles into my mouth. “It’s on the side.”
I tear into the dress, trying to find the stupid thing.
“Let me.” My princess gracefully pulls the top of the right side of the dress and exposes her flesh to me, along with a glimpse of black lace panties and bra.