Page 25 of Unmasking Her Shadow

“No. Should I be?”

“Never. I’ll make you bend but never break. Now put the sweet treats away and take off your clothes. It’s time for your punishment.”

“I’m on my period.”

“I don’t give two fucks if you’re on your period. Do you honestly think blood bothers me?”

She swallows hard and gathers up her wrappers and shoves them inside the box and puts everything on the stand next to her bed. The sight of her breasts has me grinning. Hello girls. I’ve missed you. She hesitates when she reaches for her bottoms, so I grab hold of them and yank them down. She squeezes her legs shut tight.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“I have a tampon in,” embarrassment seeping into her voice.

I go to her bathroom and grab a towel from the closet. “Scoot to the middle and lift,” I instruct.

Her eyes widen and her breathing quickens, but she does as she is told, and I shove the towel underneath her. I pull the leather bracelet handcuffs out of my pocket and secure her wrists together. Reaching underneath her bed, I grab the bar I had slid underneath while she was away hiding from me and fasten the restrains on each side to her ankle.

“When did you put that under there?”

“While you were at the hotel.”

“I’m getting cameras,” she threatens.

“Go ahead,” I tell her, grabbing her wrists, connecting the clasp in the middle of the bar to the ring on the handcuffs.

“Shadow,” her voice comes out in a plea, trying to close her legs and hide her pretty pussy from my view.

“Bending but not breaking,” I tell her calmly while sliding her blindfold on.

I remove my light-up mask and lay it on the bed beside me, grab the voice changer from inside and tug the opening of the balaclava down below my chin. These things are hot as fuck and the voice changer is annoying as hell, but I’ll tolerate them until she is ready to be mine without them. Her body trembles when I flick her clit with my tongue and tug on the string to the tampon.

“Oh-Oh my god, Shadow don’t.” She inhales sharply and attempts to close her legs again when she feels the tampon slide out of her.

“How do you think I knew your period was starting?”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammers.

“I could taste it,” I tell her, moving my tongue to her entrance and sliding it inside her. Her moan is music to my ears. Most women miss out on this feeling of ecstasy because their partner is too afraid or they are too self-conscious. I replace my tongue with a finger and work her clit until she is just about to come, and then I pull away.

“Why?” she whines.

“You were a naughty girl, Sam. You thought you could hide from me and accused me of being one of your shitty ex-boyfriends. Tell me, Sam. Has any of them ever had your blood dripping down their chin, hmm?”

“N-no.”

I turn the small bullet on and run the tip around her sensitive peak, careful not to touch her where she wants it most.

“Shadow, please,” she begs.

I drag it over her clit and she jerks. I do it again and again until she’s squirming, attempting to chase the vibrations. Her back arches off the bed when I rest it on top of her sensitive bud. I study her body, making sure I remove the toy before she can climax. She slumps back into the mattress and pants.

“I’m sorry,” she cries, and I dip my head to tease her with my tongue again, and then add the toy. The sounds coming out of her lips are feral. I lean back and she groans. “Please. I need you. I can’t come without you now.”

My gaze snaps to her face. “Elaborate,” I demand, giving her nipples a pinch, and she whimpers.

“I’ve tried to come without you, and I fail. Every damn time,” she explains, and a smile takes over my entire face. We are almost there.

“All I hear is that you’re mine and you’ll never run from me again.”