CHAPTER 7: THE GREEN RIBBON (2)

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent.

KINKS: Knife play, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension.

Panic jolts through me at the sight and I scream, instantly launching off from the bed.

... But I don't fall to the floor as he's literally hovering over me, making jumping off seem impossible.

Desperately I hit him, ramming my shoulder to his ribs while my hands scrabble at his mask.

I fight, kick, twist and spit curses I didn’t know I knew, but he doesn’t hit me back, he just grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed above my head in one move.

Still I thrash beneath him, flailing my legs to kick him off me but he uses his thigh to wedge my knees together, stopping me from moving entirely.

I’m panting, scared, frightened and dizzy with adrenaline and sleep.

... and just then, a cold metal touches my throat.

My body goes still entirely when I recognize it to be a knife and the fear in my eyes must have been so visible because then the skeleton masked face leans down over me, bathing me with the controlled gust of his breath from behind the mask.

“Didn’t you say you want this?” He says in a deep, rough growl, his voice sounding so inhuman right.

However the moment he says those words, my eyes widen as I remember, and then realise that... it's him.

Everything that just happened only seconds ago crashes down on me, making me realise just how real all that felt.

... It felt so good that it sends heat moving straight between my thighs, and I whimper then, my fight thought completely flying out of my brain while a moan spills out of my lips before I can swallow it.

Suddenly he lets go of both of my wrists he's holding and flips me over his knees, causing me to yelp at the suddeness.

“Bad girl,” he growls in that deep and oddly terrifying voice, lifting the hem of my t- shirt up over my ass.

“You slept while you should have been waiting. That deserves some punishment doesn't?”

I don't answer to that, and then his hands...

Gloved hands?

... skim down my back, over the curve of my ass and he hooks his thumbs under my panties, dragging them down my legs so slowly that it makes me arch.

Suddenly I feel cool breeze kissing the exposed skin of my ass, and I initially take it to be just the normal wind until it intensifies and I realise that it's him doing that.

Mortified, I reach my free hands back to push his face away from my ass, but he immediately cages both of my wrists again, this time pinning them both behind my back.

Then he brings his other hand down on my ass harshly, earning a surprised cry to slip out of my lips.

That was so harsh, I complain mentally, twisting my body and wriggling to get some soothing touch or something to dull the pain.

... But he doesn't give it to me, instead he grips my head, causing me to turn and look up at his face.

Looking at him now, he doesn't look scary at all, in fact the skeleton mask makes him look hot.

I mean, I hadn't expected it at all and it had really startled me, but it's hot.

I wonder what he looks like beneath it.

While I'm thinking this, his grip on my jaw tightens, drawing my attention back to him.

"If you don't want something, use your safeword. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," I rasp.

"Good girl," he growls, and I hum from the appreciation

Hearing those two words feel better than my ass feels now.

... Speaking of which he starts to rub circles of over it, so tenderly that it makes my eyes water in a new way.

And it doesn't help that he keeps eye contact with me while he does it.

Oddly it's a turn on, and I start to feel myself getting wet.

Then he let's go of my wrists and lowers his head, bringing his masked face closer to me and I in turn raise my head towards him.

I'm not sure how he intends to kiss me, but my mind is already foggy at this point.

When he's very near my lips, he tilts were his lips should be to the shell of my ears.

"Stand up."

It takes me five seconds or more to understand what he's telling me as his voice sends delicious shivers through me, but when do understand, I give him a confused look.

He doesn't answer me though, so I push myself off from his lap and stand up.

Then he stands as well, and I have to gasp at his towering 6'7 height that's literally consuming my 5'6 height.

And with the outfit!

I had thought it was just the mask he had on, but he's fully geared like those skeleton masked geared up soldiers I see some of my neighbors sons play in games.

I'm at a loss of words;

He's beautiful.

I didn't know I could find a masked male hot or beautiful.

His hands move then, and he slides his fingers along the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, and tossing it somewhere in my room.

“Stretch out your hands,” he orders and I do so immediately.

His fingers catch my wrists, and I see him bring out a rope, no, a silk tie from his pocket.

And then he ties it over both of my wrists firmly, then tugs it once.

Then he gestures me to the bed and once I'm settled, he tethers my tied wrists to the bedframe.

He palms the back of my neck and presses just enough to remind me to breathe. I moan into the sheets. The sound embarrasses me. It also keeps coming.

Then he drops his gaze to me, tracing his gloved fingers over my jaw.

“Do you remember your safeword?”

I nod in response.

"What's it?"

"Knife."

“Good girl," he praises me, holding out another tie I hadn't noticed he'd been holding.

Then he brings it up to my face,... and blindfolds me.

I don't feel him near me for quite a while, not even sounds of his breathing, and soon I begin to fear the worst.

"Where are you?" I ask, moving my head as much as my bound hands can allow me, searching for any sound.

"I'm here."

Finally hearing his voice, I let out a sigh of relief, easing up a bit.

Then I hear the soft click sound of a... case.

Case?

What did he bring a case for?

Suddenly I feel him move beside me and then a sharp tilt of something lands on the top swell of my left breast, poking it.

My body recognises it as a knife before I even do, and my stomach does a gymnastic flip.

I gasps as he moves the knife, curving it to stroke round both of my breasts, one at a time.

I bite down on my lips, my stomach quivering and my insides clenching while my pussy treacherously leaks juices down my thighs.

Oh hell, just one wrong move and he could draw blood from my skin.

Just the daring thought alone excites me, and I'm so glad he didn't bring a plastic knife prob instead brought of a real one.

At this point, I can hear his calm breathing hitch up a bit.

He's watching me while he uses the knife on me.

Fuck; why is that hot?

He drags the knife all over my body, tracing every curve and hollow.

... Then he reaches my stomach, I let out a shudder.

"Ohhhh," I moan, jerking when he dips the tip of the knife into my belly button and shuddering while my belly does several flips as he twirls the tip of the knife in a round circle inside my belly button.

Soon I start to reach my limit, fearing that I'll jerk so suddenly and suffer a deep cut from the knife.

... And so I open my mouth to tell him my safeword, but he immediately pull the knife away before I can.

Sighing in relief, I take in a breath to fill my lung with oxygen, feeling his gaze on me all the while.

But the breath I take isn't enough, so I take another, then another, and I'm about to take another when his gloved hand cups my left cheek, stroking my chin and jaw softly with his thumb.

It calms me almost instantly, easing up my muscles I hadn't noticed had tensed up.

His thumb keeps stroking me for a few seconds, then he pulls away, making me miss his touch.

"Do you still want me to continue?"

"Yes," I rasp.

"Please," I hear myself all but beg.

"Spread your legs."