The Stranger I Know (Dark Romance) (7 page)

"Not yet, little thing," he coos. "Not yet. You're not dressed yet."

I squeeze my eyes shut and he throws the blindfold around the back of my neck and brings it up. He loops it around my eyes several times and makes sure it's snug. He unclasps his mask and it rocks back and forth on the nightstand. He doesn't always take his mask off after blindfolding me, but I know I'm in for a treat when he does. The blindness makes everything so much more heightened. Sometimes I can feel where he's coming from because of the air, other times, he'll lick my ear and send electricity down my spine. Now comes the hard part.

"Undress."

"Yes, Master," I say. The words soothe me. I mean them. I unclasp my bra and slip it out of my top. I undo my pants and start pulling them off my legs, squeezing them around my ass and thighs until they hit my knees. Even blind, I can feel his gaze burning my skin like the summer sun.

I take the rest of my clothes off until I'm naked save for my panties. "Those, too," he says.

"You usually do that..."

He clicks his tongue several times. Surely, he's shaking his head. I stop short of finishing my sentence and replace it. "Yes, sir."

"Good."

I peel my panties off and let them drop between my legs and onto the floor. I thread my legs out of them. Bare and blind. The comforter on the bed is warm against my skin. He's dressed and... dangerous.

"Put these on." He tosses something at me. It falls on my lap with a gentle touch. The underwear I mailed him. I feel for the opening, and without hesitation, slip them on. They're not the cleanest, but he's given me an order and I have to follow them. No matter how strange, dark, or disturbing. It's what I want.

Chills crawl across my skin, leaving me dressed in goosebumps. I itch my arm and start scratching to relieve the anxiety, but he grabs my hand and stops me. "Let it overtake you."

I inhale deeply and fight the urge away. I have to control myself.

He unzips his pants and brings my hand toward his cock. The warmth radiating from his body is enough of a clue to alert me. I find him instinctively, having practice with this. Just as I'm about to wrap my fingers around him, his voice comes out in a sharp breath of air: "Don't stroke it." I keep my hand hovering over it. "Squeeze the base," he says. "Tightly."

I do as he says, encircling his cock with my hand and lowering it until I've met his body. There, I squeeze my fingers together and feel him throb beneath my touch. He let's out a small grunt, the kind that could send me over the edge if I was adequately ready. I'm getting wet again, I can already tell. This pair of underwear is receptive to that kind of thing, the heat of my body melting me like ice cream.

The Stranger takes a step forward and plants his feet around mine. I sit up on the bed as he grabs the back of my head. I can't fight him, I'm not allowed. I don't want to, anyway.

He brushes the tip of his cock against my lips, as if that's the secret technique to part my lips. I widen my mouth and he slowly fills me up. My tongue is held down and I fight my gag reflex. Even after all this time I have to keep working on it. I keep the impulse down, breathing hard through my nose and squeezing his cock even harder. He chuckles.

His hand is still planted on the back of my head. He starts to stroke his cock using my lips and tongue. I do my best to keep him protected from my teeth, to make sure he can move as smoothly as possible. Each thrust empties my lungs and makes me fight back. Each one makes my thighs slicker with hot anticipation. He hasn't done this in forever.

He groans loudly. His cock swells in my mouth, and I widen even further to receive his load. He brushes my hair back and withdraws his cock from my lips, one last string of spit connecting the glistening head to my tongue. I tilt my head up to him, even though I can't see him. "Why?"

"Not yet. Don't ask questions. Get on the bed, your hands and knees."

I nod and fall backwards. I roll onto my stomach and lift myself up, my legs are weaker than I thought they would be. Not from stress or pain, but... him.

I hear his gloves get pulled off and dropped on the nightstand next to his mask. It clatters a little as each one strikes it. Immediately after, his warm hands are caressing my ass, moving down my thighs to my inner knees, before sliding inside and pushing my legs apart.

"Delicious. As always." He stands and I hear him rustle around in the small bag he always brings. I can't see it through the blindfold, but I recall seeing it before. It isn't quite a duffel, but it has no labels or any defining marks. The kind of bag you'd see a bank robber use.

He walks across the room again, the warm air pushes against my wet body. I feel him climb on the bed and hover over me, his presence larger with my sight blinded. His aura is dark and meaty.

"The Medusa..." he reflects, I shake my head. "What was the reason you made that our word?"

"You told me to... sir. I like the idea of being able to turn you to stone." I crack a smile. "Not that I've needed to use it even once."

Warm leather touches my neck and wraps around my head before the cold buckles rasp my nape. A shiver climbs up my back as I fight back the urge to groan. He clasps the brace shut and locks it. The collar is familiar to me. The leather molded over the weeks and months to fit my clavicle and neck just so. He rubs his hands together, warming them after handling the chilled leather. His voice is like dark chocolate, almost too bitter to take. "Ah, very clever." He attaches a lead to the collar, the chains clink lightly against each other. Their affect on the weight of the collar is noticeable.

He withdraws himself from the bed. His hand touches my back as he does, his light touch making me quiver just a little more. Just that tiny amount. The length of static. It changes everything.

With the collar making it hard to swallow, I let the spit build up in my throat. I can still breathe fine, but the thought is there. The idea is there. If things got rough, I could choke. I have before.

I have. I still didn't say the word. He was rough that day. That's the kind of day I need again.

"What brings you in early this week?"

What is he, my doctor? I scoff and he yanks on the leash attached to the collar. It jerks my neck up and I cough, fighting against the tension in the lead. I can't keep my balance and I lash one of my hands out just incase I need to try and grab something. Maybe I can grab a bedpost. It's worse because I can't see. "What was that?" He pulls the leash taut and I feel the blood drain from my legs and face. That dizzying feeling is uplifting. Euphoric.

"Nothing, Master." I'm meek. He slackens the leash and I collapse back on my hands and knees. He pushes my hands out from under me and I drop, facedown, onto the bed.

"No more hands. Your attitude needs adjustment first."

"Yes, sir." I answer, fighting back another cough. My eyes are watering, not that he could tell through my blindfold. My makeup, no doubt, is rolling down my cheeks. Something fucked up about feeling like a dirty mess. A disgusting animal.

I love every second of it. He coils the chain around his forearm like he's tangling with a python, and with it taut again, leans in close. I can feel his breath on my neck, it swirls down around my face and off the bedding. It's humid. The blindfold forces sweat to build up on my brow.

"You've got a nice sheen going on," he comments. He pauses, as if he's waiting for me to disobey and do something wrong. I've played this game before, I'm just a bit rusty. A bit shaken about Stacie earlier that day. Not just Stacie, but James.

And my dream about him.

The Stranger pushes a finger between my labia. The surprise makes me breathe sharply, the chill rushing over my teeth. He strokes his finger along my wet lips, dipping inside me every so gently, before pushing in again. I want to curl my legs up and try and capture him, but I know that'll get me punished. I want to be rewarded.

I'm vulnerable. I'm at his mercy. His command. His will. And it feels good. I don't have to think, worry, fret, or even keep my eyes open. I can just let it wash over me. The pain, the spankings, the sudden yanks of the chain. His growls as he crawls onto the bed. His smooth hands cupping my breasts, before his fingers tighten like clamps around my nipples.

"Ah... ah! Master..." I let out a strangled gasp. He pushes another finger into me, and when I gasp this time, he pulls the chain taut and I feel his knuckles dig into my scalp.

"You have to be quiet. Like you're not even here," he instructs.

I nod, a subtle gesture. I have no idea if he sees it. Like I'm not here. Where else would I be?

At home.

He withdraws his fingers from my body. He's leaving me wanting. There's an intense heat in my core.

I'd probably be in bed, if not sitting on the couch thinking about work. About Stacie. About bullshit.

Something smooth and warm touches my thigh, but it isn't his cock. It can't be. The texture is wrong.

I'd be eating a frozen dinner. Then I'd work out from the guilt until I collapsed in a pool of sweat. Probably on my patio, despite the chance of snow fall.

A vibration digs into my thigh. I knew it. A vibrator. Sleek. New. He teases me a little, the whirring is gentle. I tighten my lips to keep myself from gasping.

That's what my house has. A freezer full of ice cream and a stationary bike that I've had to replace the bearings on three times this year already. What else is there? It doesn't satisfy.

The Stranger slips the vibrator inside my body. It's effortless. Did he lube it? Or is that all me? I can't... focus on it... it's like it disappeared. I curl my hands around the sheets and bundle them between my arms. Unrelenting and ruthless waves of pleasure pulsate through me. The Stranger lets out a chuckle, I think, I can't really tell.

Nothing is as addictive as this.

He keeps the vibrator inside me. I can't track him in the room anymore. Too overwhelmed. Too overstimulated. I wanted to say something, but I've already forgotten. What? His hands caress my ass and he spanks me. The sound of his palm spanking me echoes in the room. For a moment, it accompanies the whirring of the vibrator, and the bunching of the sheets as I tear the bed apart. He's never had it go on this long. Usually it's a couple of seconds.

I gasp for air, the collar suddenly claustrophobic. I can't get enough air. I'm breathing hard and my heart is racing.

"I said you had to be quiet. You're a dirty whore, aren't you? You love being a little fuck doll?"

"Ah..." I try to find the words, but my mind is spinning. Or is it the room? "Yes... Master."

"And you want more... don't you?"

I didn't realize that was possible. Isn't this enough? I steel myself and give a heavy nod. The intensity of the vibrator increases ten fold. Ten fold, at least, something... like that...

I strain against the bed and the fitted sheet finally buckles from my grasp and flies off two corners of the bed. He pushes my arching back down to the bed again until my bare stomach touches the mattress. He makes me let go of the sheets. He grabs my wrists while I'm recovering. Cold metal. Five clinks of a lock. My hands are buckled together behind my back now. My chin is buried in the bunched up sheets. I can't imagine. My thighs are slick.

I'm sure... I'm soaking through the sheets.

My Dom pulls on the chain and my collar. I lift into the air, unable to bend my elbows or fight it off at all. Gravity holds the collar against my neck. I struggle for air.

"Slow down."

I squeeze my eyes shut and force the vibrator out of my mind. I take a breath like I'm trying to fight off hiccups. I can breathe.

"Good. You're getting better. I thought you'd never learn."

It's hard when you have a vibrator thrashing inside you. I want to snap at him, but I can't. I can't make myself say the words.

I never have been able to go cold on him. He does something different. Something other men can't do. Tear me down. Make me bare. Expose me for the fraud I am. Just a woman who puts on a tough mask and a light foundation. A woman who pins her long hair, just to make sure it doesn't fall in her face. A woman who hides her cleavage from the prying eyes of her supervisors. One that didn't blow her way to the top.

I'm still somewhat hanging in the air from the leash pulling back on me. He's groaning in my ear. His lips touch my nape. My eyes pop open and I vanish from my thoughts. Did he just kiss me? I struggle to comprehend . He's never done that. He's refused to do it before. He continues. His lips travel up to my scalp and tickle my skin. They move to my shoulders.

The studded edges of the collar scratch his skin lightly, which makes a singing sound against his stubble. He kisses my temple, right through the blindfold. I concentrate on the figure I can barely make out through the weave, but it's useless. He's inscrutable. A phantom that appears to make me ache and vanishes to make me even worse.

Only one other person can make me worse after he leaves. James Pierce. That... mother fucker.

I hoped being taken by my Dom would help drown those thoughts. Dissolve the dream I had last night, but if anything, it's only worse. The Stranger's hands explore my shoulders. The forearm with the chain coiled around it ratchets me down an inch or two as he caresses me. I'm still blinded with ecstasy from the vibrator.

He shuts it off. I breathe heavy in relief.

"You're not finished."

I shake my head. My mind still isn't clear. "I hope not, sir."

A small laugh. "It wasn't a question."

Without warning, he digs his elbow between my shoulders and pushes me all the way down to the bed again. He grabs me with his free hand, clutching my hip like his hand is a vise, and drags me to the edge of the bed. His elbow is rough and grinds against my vertebrate. I gasp, and before I could even have the chance to utter the safe word, he slides his rock hard cock into me. Not that I'd want to.

I feel lightheaded. All I can see is white. The blood rushes back to my head and I let out a loud moan. I can't be quiet anymore. Not after that. He digs his elbow into me and pulls on the chain at the same time. I feel like I'm going to snap in half.