Slashed: A Horror Romance Novella

My mouth goes dry at his request.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had sex before. But there’s a stark difference between having a vanilla encounter in the bedroom and being asked to ride someone’s face while they wear a mask. Even having some semi-public play at a party doesn’t compare to this. This is where my sexual exploration journey has peaked, because everything else after this will pale in comparison.

God, it’s filthy. Almost too fucking indecent—yet I spread my legs farther to give him more access. Silver Mask grunts aloud as he buries his head deeper between my thighs, though all he does is brush the smooth rubber on my soaking wet pussy. I’m so slick that it glides effortlessly over the lips. Immediately, my hips buck at the sensation, and I mewl, the noise foreign in my throat.

A rush of blood travels over my face. I don’t have a single ounce of control with this man, whose name remains unknown. Hell, I haven’t seen what he looks like, but there’s no one else in this world who could turn me on as much as he does. The sinfulness in his spirit matches mine, keeping me company in the profane fantasies that inhabit our brains.

His fingers grip my thigh above his shoulder so hard, he’ll leave bruises, but I don’t mind a forced hand on me while he says such dirty things to me. My pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled by him. I ache for the intense sensation of him filling me with any part of his body. He won’t fuck me yet, not when he’s on his knees, waiting for me to follow through with his request.

There’s only one problem.

He’s too tall to make this comfortable.

Unless he rubs his mask against my clit and does all the work, I can’t quite keep my balance if I rock my hips. At least, I don’t think I could do it without putting too much pressure on my left leg, which is already suffering some of the aches from my fall earlier. I wouldn’t be able to focus on enjoying the journey, and I truly want to.

“Ride my mask, darling,” he encourages in a soft croon. “Do I need to grab my knife again?”

The threat is subtle but promising. Goosebumps rise and I quiver in response. Before this night, the idea of being teased with a blade was intimidating, but I’ve made a discovery: I enjoy it a lot. I crave it.

However, as much as I want to act bratty to see what wicked things he does with it, I don’t think I can follow through with his initial request. To taunt him would be pointless if I can’t do what he asks me to, so instead, I shake my head and excuse myself by saying, “You’re too tall for me to ride you like this.”

“Then come here,” he orders, and without missing a beat, he slides down and lies on the floor between my legs.

Demonios, I’m obsessed with him.

After we’re done here, I will have to give him my number because I want a re-do in a proper bed. How could I not? He’s so determined to have his face buried in my pussy that he dropped to his knees for me in the middle of a work shift.

Quickly, and not as expertly as I would’ve liked, I lower my body to straddle his face. My descent is more hesitant and slower than I intend. A slice of insecurity ripples through me, and the smallest blip of ‘what the hell am I doing?’ echoes in the back of my mind. Am I really going to ride someone’s mask until I come? He could lose his job and…

Silver Mask’s hands wrap around my thighs and pulls me to his face. The sudden force puts my core over him and I whimper when my clit hits the ridges of the rubber. Clarity fades into the lustful haze. I bury my fingers in this thick, dark hair, using it to anchor myself.

All my worries disappear. This is all I needed to forget.

I’m wet and sensitive from my previous orgasm, so soon I’m rocking my hips back and forth at a fast pace. The rising tide of the upcoming release nears the shore. It’s fast and dirty. My body demands I don’t prolong this, it doesn’t want to wait. Instead, I long for a quick and strong release.

One of my hands acts on its own, lifting the front of my shirt to free my breasts from the bra. I hook my fingers on the left cup, lowering it and caressing a puckered nipple. Then, I repeat the act with the other.

Closing my eyes, I revel in the swirl of pleasure inching me closer to the edge. It’s fast and unprecedented. The adrenaline pumping in my veins has my heart racing. Everything is heightened. Is this what an out-of-body experience is like? Because I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it.

He grunts, the sound muffled between my thighs. The vibrations shake the rubber, faintly beating on my clit. I rub myself roughly over the mask, ignoring the slight burn in my shins. It’s so fucking good.

Lost in the turmoil of sensations, I clench my legs at the sides of his head and let myself explode with the strength of the orgasm. My sight turns blurry, tears sting behind my lids with the intensity of the climax, and my muscles twitch with each wave that hits the shore of my ecstasy. Panting, I lean forward and brace both hands on the floor.

The aftershocks tingle along my skin while I catch my breath.

Esto es una locura, I think. This must be what madness is like, since I have no other words to explain how I ended up here. We’re both getting into a lot of trouble if someone catches us or if there are surveillance cameras. But I’m too turned on to give a fuck about exhibiting inappropriate behavior in public. I’ve lost my mind somewhere during this immersive experience, going from terrified to aroused in seconds. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Do I even want it to?

Peering down at the fog dancing around my hands, I conclude I don’t care. Whatever this is—madness or recklessness—I thrive in it. I’ve never felt more alive before. Though it might be the adrenaline and orgasms talking for me.

Silver Mask crawls under my body, grazing a wet trail up my torso, and taking a moment to press his head on my boobs. He can’t get enough of me. He stops his journey under my body when his face is directly under mine. I wiggle over his hips, feeling his own arousal. His cock is hard under the layers of denim, lodged deliciously against my pussy, and I resist the urge to buck my hips. I distract myself from the ache by focusing on him. The mask shines with the remains of my wetness, and I can’t help but feel like a naughty girl.

I flush with the mix of embarrassment and excitement.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. You did so fucking good,” he praises, brushing the tip of his fingers along my back. “I wish I could’ve felt your clit pulse on my tongue when you came.”

My Lord, I don’t know how he does it, but I throb harder for him.

His voice seems to have my pussy on speed dial because it doesn’t matter that I just experienced a mind-blowing climax. I get turned on all over again. I’ve never had a partner who could coax multiple orgasms out of me in such a short period. Either he hits all the dark fantasies I’ve had in my life, or he knows which buttons to press to set me off like a rocket.

Perhaps it’s the adrenaline working overtime. Or everything all at once.

“How do you keep making me come?” I ask through heavy breaths as I caress the surface of his mask. “This is fucking insane.”

He chuckles, a deep rumble shaking his chest.

“Do you think you can give me another one?” he questions, ignoring my words.

Without waiting for a response from me, he leads a hand between my thighs but doesn’t touch me. No, his fingers find the button of his pants and undo it, ripping the zipper down.

My throat tightens.

“Are you going to fuck me?” My voice is a mere whisper.

His head tilts slightly to the left, pondering, though I can tell he’s only messing with me because he angles his hips to lower the fabric covering him. Ruffling the clothes down, he frees his cock and brushes the tip against my wet heat.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Please,” I mumble, bunching his shirt with my fists. I dip my mouth to the curve of his neck, peppering kisses over his pulse as I mutter fervently, “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he grunts. “Are you ready to take my cock?”

I nod effusively. “So ready.”

It’s not a lie. I’m soaked, the wetness sliding down my inner thighs and yearning to have all of him.

“Are you sure?” His tone is different, more serious than it was before.

My heart squeezes with sudden appreciation. That he’s asking for my consent after I came on his fingers and rode his face means the world to me. Silver Mask is not just assuming he can have me, even when he absolutely can. I’m wrapped around his finger. All he must do is say the word, and I would do anything.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I’ll put my clothes back on,” I taunt, nibbling on the skin of his neck.

He sucks in a breath.

He likes it when I bite him.

“You need to be sure because there’s no going back,” he warns, and as he speaks, he uses the tip of his dick to tease my pussy. It travels along my slit, moving from my clit to my entrance, and repeating the process. I close my eyes, focusing on the heavenly stir spreading in my lower abdomen. “If I put my cock in you, I’m claiming you.”

There must be something very wrong with me. I shouldn’t be this horny for a man I barely know. Any logical person would run away at those words, but then there’s me, who molds closer to him. I’m obsessed with his dirty talk, with his possessiveness, with how he pleasures me before he cares for his own needs.

“Claim me,” I encourage him. “Make me yours.”

The noise that comes out of his throat is almost animalistic, a mixture of a growl and a grunt. Before I can utter another word, he drives his cock inside my pussy until it’s buried all the way in, my clit pressed against his pelvis. A hoarse scream abandons me. I’m so full and stretched. Sweat drips down my hairline and my muscles quake, getting used to his length and girth. I never saw it, but I confidently confirm he’s the biggest I’ve ever had.

“Your cunt takes me so fucking well,” he says as he grabs a handful of my ass, kneading the flesh. “I knew you’d be such a good girl for me since the moment I laid eyes on you.” Slowly, he lifts my hips over his cock before thrusting back in hard. “Knew you’d be mine.”

“Ay, Dios mío,” I whisper to myself.

“Mine,” he insists in my ear without stopping his deep and rough strokes, claiming me with his body. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I mutter as I struggle to keep some of my senses. It’s a challenge when he’s fucking me so raw, ravishing me. “Don’t stop, please.”

Silver Mask continues his movements at the same pace, only sliding his gloved hand between our bodies to draw invisible circles on my clit. I see stars at the leather gliding smoothly over my sensitive flesh.

“Can you come again?” he questions, and I nod, unable to form a response. “I’m counting down from five, and when I reach one, you’re going to come around my cock like the good girl I know you are. Okay?”

Fuck, that’s so hot.

“Hmm,” I hum my approval.

“Give me your words,” he grits out, abandoning my ass to grab a handful of my dark hair, tugging on the strands. “Do you understand?”

“Ye—yes,” I stutter.

“That’s my darling.” His praise alone is almost enough to push me over the edge. “Five.”

The pressure in my stomach grows, spreading to my limbs, tightening them. His fingers circle faster around my clit, inching me even closer. If he doesn’t speed up his countdown, I’m going to come before he reaches the end.

“Four.”

He drives his cock harder in me. The slap of our skin slamming together echoes in the walls of the hall.

“Three.”

The sweet release is so close I can almost taste it. My body is tight and quivering, my pussy throbbing as I struggle not to shatter before he gives me permission.

“I’m going to come,” I warn.

His fingers pinch my clit, making me jump a little, but it’s not enough to keep the orgasm at bay. Like trying to piece together a breaking dam with a roll of tape. “Hold it.”

“I can’t,” I sob through the pleasure.

“Breathe, darling.” The hand fisting my hair, caresses my back, soothing me.

My skin is on fire, blood boiling under it, causing more pearls of sweat to pool in the creases of my body.

Shakily, I inhale through my nose, holding the air in my lungs for a few seconds before panting it out. Lost in the moment, I match the heavy pattern of his breath, and it somehow gets me even more aroused.

“Two. You’re doing so well,” he croons.

I clench my jaw, digging my nails deeper into his arms.

“Please.”

“Shh, we’re almost there,” he whispers, and I catch the strain in his voice. He’s struggling as much as I am. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I respond instantly. “I belong to you.”

“Good girl.” A beat passes by before he says, “One. Come now, my darling. Let me feel your pussy milk my cock.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Relief washes over me as I’m finally able to unleash the orgasm. It hits me with the force of a thousand bolts. I lose all touch with reality, drowning in the satisfying climax, shaking me to my core. Tears spill from my eyes. Everything is too intense. After coming three times, my heart hammers inside me. My lungs scorch as if I’ve run a marathon, and my muscles are sore but soft at the same time. It’s a beautiful antithesis.

He doesn’t stop ramming his cock into my pussy as I come. No, it speeds up, pistoning harder and faster into me, dragging screams from my throat. He’s intensifying the orgasmic waves, causing my walls to flutter around him. Chasing his own high, using my body like a toy made for his pleasure, and I don’t mind it one bit.

He’s earned it after sending me to heaven and back.

Which means it is my turn to make him lose his sanity.

“Are you going to come inside me?” I rasp in a sultry tone. “Or will you brand me with your cum?” He groans in my ear. “You want to come all over my pussy so I can wear you later when I meet up with my friends?”

“Yes.”

“Then brand me,” I insist, meeting his thrusts and clenching around him on purpose to get him closer.

When he moans, I bite his neck, nibbling on the skin. It takes him five deep strokes to grunt and tense, quickly pulling out of me. With grace, I reach under me, circling his thick cock with my hand to pump him through his release. Ropes of cum plaster over my lower abdomen and mound, marking me with his seed.

I roll off him to lie back on the floor next to him. Panting, I turn my head to find him already staring. At least, I think he is because the mask has shifted in my direction. His gloved hand moves to the cum-covered skin, spreading it over my belly before he leads his fingers to my lips, coating them with his essence. Licking it with the tip of my tongue, I savor the musky and salty taste and realize it carries a mixture of both of us.

I should stand and get dressed, but if I haven’t been caught with him yet, I can spare one minute to appreciate him. The mask hides so much of the identity I so desperately crave to discover.

How has he given me the best sex of my life, and I don’t even know what he looks like?

I reach for his mask, partially debating if I should yank it off. But he’s trusted me not to do it, so I settle for caressing the creases and edges, memorizing it. The last thing I wish for is to forget a single detail. Sensing he won’t allow me to lift it again to kiss him, I choose to press my mouth on the devilish grin of the design.

“Does this mean I’ll complete the Slashed experience?” I joke, keeping the atmosphere around us light.

He sighs.

“You get to survive, Final Girl,” Silver Mask promises, tapping my chin with his thumb.