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My dick ached against the zip of my trousers as I delved two fingers into her wet cunt and it took everything in me not to groan right along with her.

The whimpers she gave out were delicious and drove me to do everything I could to elicit more.

Her hips arched off of the bed as she gave herself to me, opened up to accept as much fingers as I could fit inside of her. I alternated between rubbing and fucking her with them until her body quivered.

Only when she cried into the pillows as her body gave way to the crash of orgasm, did I lean down over her trembling body and whisper into her ear.

‘Good girl, you deserve to come like this every night.’

I dropped my voice lower, deepening my accent to one that sounded rougher and thicker with Glaswegian than my own.

It took a moment for her brain to register that my voice wasn’t Tommy’s. She flipped over and grabbed at the duvet to try to cover herself right as her mouth opened, ready to scream.

I took my wet fingers from her cunt and slammed them over her lips, my other hand still tightly in her red locks.

Her eyes widened as she took in my skull mask and dark, hooded clothing.

‘I won’t hurt you. I just wanted to finish the job your boyfriend didn’t even start.’

Her breathing was fast beneath my fingers and I lowered my hand a touch, hoping that she wouldn’t yell. When she didn’t, I smiled beneath my mask.

‘Atta girl. The only screams I want from you are ones filled with ecstasy.’

‘You need to get the fuck out of my house.’

I waited, fingers ready to clamp over her bruised mouth if need be. I ran my thumb over the cut as she winced.

‘Did he do this to you?’

‘Why do you care? You’re no better. Are you going to rape me?’

‘No, sweetness. You’ll only get my cock when you beg for it.’

‘That will never happen.’

‘I’m willing to wait.’

Her breath hitched as I slid two fingers into her mouth, watching her eyes dilate as she tasted herself on them. ‘Because, I think that despite yourself, you enjoyed being touched. I can make you feel good. I can give you what he can’t. I can treat you like a dirty little slut in the bedroom, but show the respect you deserve while I do it.’

CHAPTER SEVEN

KATIE

Screaming was the sensible choice, unless the masked man had a weapon. Then he might decide to silence me.

It was all wrong. I’d woken up thinking my boyfriend had finally focused on my pleasure, only to come all over a masked man’s fingers.

Fingers he slipped into my mouth, sending filthy thoughts into my head along with yet more tingles down my spine.

When he told me he wanted to make me his little slut, the words should have repulsed me, instead they excited me. Which made me feel even more guilty.

Where the fuck was Tommy? Had he gone home?

The masked man slipped his fingers out of my mouth and gripped my chin lightly. ‘I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back soon. And if you are a good girl and don’t go telling anyone, I might even use my tongue next time.’

‘You’ve been watching me. I saw you,’ I finally whispered, the skull face staring at me, both creeping me out and giving me flutters where it shouldn’t.

‘I have. I’ll always be watching you.’

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