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Theslap, slap, slapechoed around us, accompanied by his muffled grunts and my pathetic moaning.
“Right there. Harder. Oh God! Fuck!” He squeezed my throat so hard my vision blurred. The ability to breathe was totally gone. In that moment, I was his, completely. He owned me. He held my very life in his hand and there was nothing I could do about it.
A blinding white light took over my field of vision as an orgasm tore through me. All I could do was gasp for a breath that wouldn’t come, letting out a single squeak instead of screaming and shattering the mirrors. Proof of our salacious pleasure erupted out of me like a volcano, spurting cum all over the floor and along my stomach. I came so hard, my cock continued to twitch even after my balls were drained.
It took me a moment to realize that I hadn’t died and gone to Heaven, nor was my body in the midst of its death throes. Instead, I was once again sucking in lungs full of oxygen, unrestricted by my masked paramour’s hand or his weight.
Bane had pulled out and rocked back on his heels, his hand shuttling up and down his cock. He threw his head back with a grunt as creamy white cum shot all over the curve of my ass. Body trembling and chest heaving in the mirror, he stroked his softening cock slowly, wringing out every drop of cum.
“That was hot,” I said, admiring his body in the mirror as he dragged his fingers through the cum and drew an abstract design on my skin, like sticky paint.
I sat up and caught his cum-coated hand before he could stand. Opening my mouth, I sucked his fingers inside and licked them clean, savoring the flavor with a soft moan. It wasn’t everything he’d released, but it was enough to taste him. Sweet and salty, just like kettle corn.
His dark eyes watched with rapt attention as I finished up, pressing a kiss to his fingertips before releasing his hand. For the first time all night, he glanced away from me, letting his attention fall to the floor. Was he blushing under that mask? I couldn’t tell.
Still avoiding my gaze, he grabbed one of the pieces of my ruined t-shirt and wiped the remaining cum off of my ass.
“Thanks.” As soon as he was finished, he handed me the cloth. I folded it on itself and cleaned my own mess off of my stomach. Tossing the cum rag onto my ruined jacket, I raked a hand through my sweaty, disheveled hair and blew out a breath, looking around the mirrored room. “Guess I should go find my friends.”
He didn’t say anything. Not that I expected him to. But he didn’t look at me, either, which was strange. He simply got to his feet, tugging on his jeans and his boots without a word.
Standing, I did the same, trying not to read too much into it. I happened to be closer to his discarded machete, so I stooped to retrieve it. Holding it lengthwise in my hands, I skimmed the tip of one thumb over the edge of the dirty blade. I knew it had been sharp since he’d cut my clothes off with little effort, but the razor-fine edge was still a little unexpected for something that was supposed to be a prop. And the tacky feeling from the blood wassospot on. It could have been one of the knives at work for how real it all felt.
It is real, a little voice whispered.
Brow furrowing, I rubbed my fingers together. Small, dark brownish-red flakes floated to the floor, from my hand or the machete, I wasn’t sure. A musty, metallic scent lingered. The smell of dried blood. Just like I’d tasted blood.Realblood.
It is real…
My eyes widened, darting to Bane. I backed up a step. He was already holding a machete, as bloody and rusty as the one still in my hand.
“Did you have two? This whole time?” I asked, my voice wavering. He didn’t answer. Becauseof coursehe didn’t answer. What fun would that be? Some of Hollywood’s most classic killers didn’t talk. Michael Myers. Jason. Except, we weren’t in Hollywood and this wasn’t a movie.
Letting the weapon fall from my grasp, I thought it would vanish—hopedit would vanish—like a mirage. It clattered to the floor, as real as the masked man standing only a few feet away from me.
Sweat trickled down the side of my neck. I swiped at it, gasping when my hand came away damp with blood. My gaze flicked to the closest mirror.
“What the…?”
Red droplets snaked their way across my skin, almost as sensuous as Bane’s touch had been, caressing my chest and tickling along my abdomen like the machete. It must have rubbed off of Bane during sex and my sweat reactivated it or something. But the smell, it was too familiar. Too fresh. Tooreal.
The mirrors swirled around us, faster and faster. My head spun too, unable to focus on anything except Bane, standing motionless in the center of the room, his dark eyes watching me with an unsettling intensity. The alluring smolder was gone. The hunger was gone, satiated by my dumb ass. Now he truly looked like a predator and I was his fucking prey, a fly caught in the spider’s web.
The little voice came back, louder than before. Louder than it had ever been.
RUN!
For the first time all night, I listened to it.
I turned and leapt from the moving floor to the outer perimeter. Touching each mirror as I went, I circled the room quickly, doing my best to keep an eye on Bane too.
My hand lurched forward, nothing but air beneath it. Collapsing through the ornate frame, I found myself in another maze. Large mirrored panels were interspersed with huge pieces of glass, creating an endless set of hallways. Purple neon lights ran in confusing zigzags, the only source of illumination.
Thankfully the maze was narrow, so I could touch both sides as I went, avoiding more than one dead end in the process.
A black and tan figure blurred behind the glass to my left.
Bane.
