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I tossed on a long t-shirt and walked back out into the common area of the the suite. I went to the door. He’d locked it when he left.
“Where’d you go?” I went to the couch and started to sit. That was a no-go with the toy in my ass. Instead, I lay down on my stomach and crammed a throw pillow under my head. I kept my eyes trained on the door, waiting for him to come back.
It didn’t take long for me to drowse off. When I awoke, the room was dark and it was late. He never came back. Had he freaked out about what we’d done? I stood and walked around the whole suite, including Todd’s room. No Jericho. He was really gone.
I was disappointed and something deeper than that. I felt rejected. I crossed my arms along my chest and hugged myself. Was he afraid of how far I wanted him to take it? No, that wasn’t possible. I’d made it perfectly clear on my profile what I wanted. He knew. He promised to give it all to me. So, why’d he bolt?
I was bereft. Tears threatened, but I refused to shed any. Fuck him.
I’d spent three years lusting after him, wanting him, and now, when I’d finally been able to move on to HardcoreDom, Jericho took the whole fantasy away from me. . . But he didn’t, not really. The smell of Jericho’s skin, the feel of his cock – all of it was intoxicating. And, if I were being honest, it was what I truly wanted.
Jericho was who I’d fantasized about night after night as I played with my vibrator, even after I began chatting with HardcoreDom. Jericho had been the one I’d imagined with his head between my legs or his cock against my tongue. It had always been Jericho. But now, Jericho was gone and had taken HardcoreDom with him.
I went to my bathroom and eased the plug out. The sensation was beyond nice, so much so that I pondered putting it back in. Instead, I crawled into my bed and snuggled under the covers. He was gone. It was late. I was going to sleep off the high he’d given me right along with the low his absence left.
***
A crushing weight landed on me and a hand covered my mouth. I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleep. A dark figure in a black mask was on top of me. I screamed but he caught it in his hand and crushed it away into a muffled nothing.
With his free hand he ripped my blanket and sheet down, then he ran his hand under my t-shirt and up to my tits. I was frozen with terror at first and then my fight showed up. I started thrashing, trying to scratch his face, hit him, anything. I bared my teeth against his palm, trying to seize onto his flesh.
He swatted my hands away and pinched my nipple until it hurt. I bucked under him, but he only squeezed harder, forcing me into compliance.
“Miss me, Goldy?” Low and deep, Jericho’s voice washed over me.
Heat exploded everywhere like a flare had gone off in my body.
He released my nipple and palmed my breast.
I focused on the eyes showing through the black mask. I couldn’t see them, not really, but I knew it was him. My body melted beneath him. I was molten, hot, and desirous. He’d mastered me, could take anything and everything from me. This is what I’d wanted, this total possession by another. He was here to give it to me.
He took his hand from my breast and gripped the neckline of my t-shirt. In one violent move, he’d torn it down the center, ruining the fabric and leaving my body open to his view. I opened my legs and he moved his knees between them.
He bent his head down and licked my nipple through the mask. It throbbed from his assault yet wanted every bit of his tongue. I put my hands above my head, giving in to what he wanted before he even ordered me to. I wanted to please him. He trailed his fingers down my stomach, making it tremble before smoothing his fingertips through the hair at my cleft. When he brushed my clit, I arched into him.
“You are so wet, my little slut.” He sank two fingers deep inside me and moved to my other nipple.
He sucked the hardened bud into his mouth and moved his fingers in and out in a slow, sensuous rhythm. My hips rose to meet his strokes as he continued his wicked assault on my breasts, moving from one to the other. He eased his fingers out and felt further down to my asshole. He froze.
“Where’s the gift I gave you?” His voice was so low, like the purr of a deadly animal.