Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
He stands on a blanket, just like he did on the roof. But this time, there are lights around him, the kind of lights used on a construction site. I walk slowly in his direction, pulse racing, excitement ringing down my spine as the jackal mask tilts to the side.
God, he’s beautiful. Tall and built like heaven. He’s in a black suit like always, slim and clinging to his cut physique. I want to dig my fingers into his forearm and hear his heavy breathing. My stomach’s a nervous, excited wreck.
It’s perfect. This is exactly what I hoped for. The space is terrifying, like something from a horror movie, and Jackal stands in contrast to everything around him. He’s beauty incarnate, and all I want to do is drop to my knees at his feet and beg him to make me feel something.
“I knew you’d come,” he says when I get close enough.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been tracking my phone.”
I swear, he’s smiling under the mask. “That’s true. I was keeping an eye on you the whole time.”
I gesture around us. “Nice place. You live here?”
He ignores my nervous comments. “Do you want to know what game we’ll be playing?”
Another butterfly flutter digs into my guts. I stare at him and slowly look down at the ground.
There are three boxes at his feet. They’re typical clothing-sized boxes, though slightly deeper, like something a fancy department store would use to pack men’s shirts. Each one is black and wrapped with a dark red bow. The color of fresh blood.
“I’m guessing it has to do with those.”
“Tonight’s game is simple.” His head inclines toward the boxes. “You pick one. Whatever is inside will determine what I do to you.”
My heart skips a beat. What he’ll do to me. I stare at the boxes and try to imagine what they might contain, and my brain goes on a wild romp through various fantasies. Paddles, clamps, all manner of strange toys and equipment. I try not to whimper with nervous fear and excitement.
“What if I don’t like what’s inside?”
“This is a game, baby. If you don’t want to play, then we won’t play. But you’ll like them.”
I chew on my lip. “I can only choose one?”
“Greedy girl,” he whispers and I nearly moan at the lust in his voice. “Only pick one. You couldn’t handle two. Not yet.”
I step forward. All three boxes look exactly the same. There’s no way to make a rational decision here—all I have to do is point to one and trust him.
“I don’t know,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
“You’re nervous. I understand. But I promise, if you say the word albatross, we’ll stop. Hard limit.”
“Any other rules?”
“If you want more rules, you can make them.”
I shift from foot to foot. He’s looking at me, steady and unwavering, and I swear his eyes are moving up and down my body. God, I love when he looks at me. It’s exciting in a way I can’t describe. Even when he’s watching me through the cameras at my place, just knowing he’s there makes my skin turn to goosebumps.
“Middle,” I say, pointing. “And no other rules.”
“Are you sure, little demon? You’re open to anything I want?”
I try to sound braver than I feel. “It’s just a game, right?”
“Get on your knees,” he commands. “And open your surprise.”
I hesitate, but I slowly sink down in front of him. I reach out and pull the box to me, surprised by how light it feels. He takes the other two and places them gently behind the lights, out of my view. Once he’s back, I slowly untie the ribbon and take off the lid.
My jaw drops open.
Inside is a silk blindfold, black, and a braided silk rope, also black.
And beneath them is a deep black dildo. One of the biggest I’ve ever seen.
“Good choice,” Jackal says and his tone is dripping with anticipation.
“What do we do with these?” I ask, staring.
He kneels down across from me and takes out the blindfold. “First, you put this on.”
I take it and hold it in my hands. “Then?”
“Then I undress you, tie your hands behind your back, and fuck you with that dildo until you scream my name.”
My eyes go very wide. “I don’t, I mean, I’m not sure—”
I’m not sure that thing is going to fit.
But Jackal only reaches out and strokes my cheek.
“Play the game, little demon.”
I bite my cheek. I’m so turned on I could scream. I’m pooling between my legs, and I’m very aware of how exposed and vulnerable I am, but there’s something about the mixture of nervous fear and animalistic desire that heightens all my senses. A rational person would refuse the blindfold and tell this masked stranger to use that huge silicone dick on himself.
Instead, I raise the blindfold to my face, and tie it nice and tight, plunging my world into blackness.