Page 32 of Unmasking Her Shadow

My eyes go wide, and Cole looks at me with even more sorrow in his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over,” he mutters.

“I don’t…I didn’t…I…hmm…” I stutter, just as surprised as he is by my guest.

“It’s okay, Sam. You don’t owe me an explanation. This is your house and you’re single. You are free to do whatever and whoever you want. I’ll leave you two be.”

He rises so fast the swing…swings…and I knock into him, causing him to lose his balance and his arms dart out to catch himself from falling completely on top of me. His body this close to mine feels weird. I don’t like it.

“Sorry. Again,” he rushes out, straightening himself and walking rather quickly off my porch.

How did Shadow manage to get inside my house without me hearing him? Unless he was already here before I woke up. Cameras would be useless. Even if I went to the store to purchase them and installed them myself, I’m almost positive he would just remove them. It seems he’s in my house more than I am sometimes. I could get a dog. Even if it would just alert me that someone was in my home or in the process of climbing through a window or something, would be nice. As much as it startles me though, I love the unknown just as much. Why am I so unbelievably fucked up?

“Sam!” Shadow shouts out the window when I remain sitting on the swing in thought. “Get the fuck inside.”

I must enjoy hell because my voice works before my brain does and “Make me,” escapes my lips. The window slams shut, and I jump to my feet, the swing hitting the back of my legs. I discard my coffee cup on the small table and bolt towards the steps, unsure where I’m going but knowing I need to run. The front door slams shut, and in my haste, I almost miss the last step and stumble forward, causing the tie on my robe to come loose and my tit to pop out of my barely there pajama top. The neighborhood is about to wake up and come alive, and I just had to poke the devil. Now they’re all going to witness me running…with a boob out in all its glory, a pink fluffy robe flying behind me like a cape, rainbow slippers, and a masked stalker that is probably already catching up to me.

I wonder which one he has on this time. It gives me the same excitement as opening a gift. Unable to help myself, I glance over my shoulder. He’s only a few steps behind me and wearing a black gas mask with his hood up. I run around the back of my house, attempting to keep our escapade out of sight as much as possible, or I’m sure someone will call the police. There’s enough distance between houses on this street, nobody would be able to make out our faces, so that’s on our side. When we reach the shadows, my Shadow tackles me to the ground. Not easily either, I might add.

“Ouch!” I grumble, turning my head sideways away from the ground. My knees burn like they just got carpet burn, and the grass is cold against my skin, especially my bare breast. My slippers are somewhere behind us. I struggle beneath him, elbowing him in the ribs when I manage to slip my arm free. He grunts and grips my wrist, tugging it backwards and wrapping the tie from my robe around my wrists, securing them together.

“You are the prettiest prey I’ve ever caught. But you didn’t truly want to get away, did you?” he taunts in my ear. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Sam. When you belong to me, you don’t have coffee with someone who wants to fuck you. If you wanted someone to sit with you while you watched your sunrise, you should have messaged me.”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t have been suspicious in the least. Me sitting next to someone on my swing, decked out in all black tactical clothing, wearing whatever mask you chose that day. Yep. Totally normal.”

He wraps the excess fuzzy rope around my throat and knots it behind my neck. “Shadow,” I croak out, tilting my head back and straining my shoulders and arms to lessen the tension. “You’re an asshole.” My insult is hoarse.

“Mmm. An asshole that will make you come all over yourself like my pretty little whore.” I moan, and he chuckles darkly. “Time to get fucked.” I struggle to breathe as he lifts me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder.

I may not have the defined abs Kioni has, but they are fully capable of keeping my upper body raised to save me from strangulation. Great. Now my other boob joined its bigger twin. Please, please, please don’t let any of my neighbors see me like this. I’ll never look at my robes the same way again. No longer are they just comfortable and cute. They are a torture device waiting to be used.

If I were to explain to someone what my type is, how would I even attempt to describe this situation to a normal person?

23

Kioni

An inhuman growl rumbles through the mask I’m wearing when my eyes skim over the marks the rope left on her neck. They will fade quickly. The material was too soft. Her eyes flutter closed when I brush my thumb against her throat, tracing the hypnotizing red mark. My mark. I want to toss this fucking mask to the floor and pull her nipple into my mouth. I’m dying for her to scream MY name, not Shadow’s. She gasps when I pinch her nipples between my fingers, and I squeeze harder when she pushes her chest out, trying to ease the pain.

“Shadow,” she whines, grabbing my forearms, attempting to pull my hands away.

“Lie on your back,” I order, dropping my hands to my sides.

She massages her nipples and attempts to glare at me, but I see the truth behind those beautiful blue eyes. I step into her, and she lowers herself to the edge of the mattress. There are no words to describe how utterly perfect this woman is. Her lips part when I reach out and cup her jaw, rubbing my thumb against her delicate skin that is free from any trace of makeup. It makes the freckles highlighting her nose stand out. Her hair has never been more of a mess, but it only makes her that much fucking cuter.

I glide my hand down her neck to her chest and push her to lie back, and she does. She’s flexible enough to handle this position. Her skin pebbles under my caress as I drag her shorts and panties down her legs. Need pulses through my veins when her bare pussy taunts me, unable to have a taste until I blindfold her. I wrap my hands around her ankles and lift her legs, pushing them forward until her knees touch her chest and her ankles are past her ears.

“Hug your legs.”

She hesitantly wraps her arms around herself, and I grab the tie from her pink robe and wrap it around her arms, knotting it until I run out of length, securing her arms together behind her knees. Testing her restraints, she tugs and wiggles around on the bed. My eyes dart to her cunt, knowing what this is already doing to her. I walk around the bed and pick up her headphones, placing them over her ears and connecting them to her phone and her most recent playlist. Needing to get this nuisance off my face, I grab her pillow and shake it free, shoving the case over her head. That’ll do.

Sweat drips off my forehead when I rip the mask off. Finally able to see her more clearly, my heart stutters. Perfection. I walk back around and drop to my knees, spread her lips apart, and dive in, basking in her taste and scent. I devour her until she comes on my tongue, wanting her to fall apart for me and only me before I use a toy for her next one. She’s unable to hear the vibrator and jerks when I brush it across her clit. It’s fun to tease her, giving her only brief taps on her sensitive bud, holding it steady only when I’m sliding inside her.

“You are my sunrise, Sam,” I confess, knowing she won’t be able to make out my voice or words through the music in her ears.

The new dildo I bought has a vibrating base, and it feels so fucking good. She won’t be able to hear the extra buzzing with her headphones on, and it’s the same size as the other one so she shouldn’t notice a difference. My body trembles as I force myself not to come until she does so we can reach that bliss together.

My thrusts falter as my climax seizes control of my body. “Fuuuck,” I groan, digging my fingers into her thigh and forcing my hips to keep moving, chasing my pleasure and finishing hers simultaneously. I’m breathless when I turn off the vibrators and slide out of her, admiring the arousal coating the condom. “That’s my good girl,” I praise quietly, rubbing my hand across the red splotches I left on her skin.

I tug the condom off and wad it in toilet paper before shoving it to the bottom of the trash can in her bathroom. If she finds it, she might get suspicious as to why it’s not filled with semen. I use one because this thing is inside my pants and I don’t want hair or fuzz that got stuck to the silicone to get inside her. I situate the fake organ so it’s comfortable and then shove the damn gas mask back over my face and fix my hood. If I don’t untie her and let her get ready, she won’t be the only one late for work this morning.