Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Good girl. Now come for me.”
I press my thumb down on my clit and pump my forefinger deeper into my tight channel, rubbing my g-spot. I stare into the crimson skull and allow myself to imagine him as more than just an image on a screen. In my imagining, he’s here with me, hovering over me as he toys with my body in exactly the way we both like.
Ecstasy rips through me with the force of a tidal wave—one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced with him.
This is raw and real in a way I’ve never shared with him before. Even though he’s not touching me yet, he will.
I think about him spanking me before putting his gloved fingers inside my cunt and my ass.
Another orgasm shudders through me.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Don’t stop. Think of me while you come. Show me how much you want me.”
Tears slip from the corners of my eyes, and I choke on a soft sob. My clit begins to sting from overstimulation, but I don’t stop. I’ll give him whatever he asks of me, even meeting him in person.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he growls, and I know he’s touching himself too. “Fuck, I’m close, Karolina. You wish I could mark you, don’t you? You want my cum all over those perfect breasts.”
I can practically feel the heat lashing my abused nipples, and another orgasm rocks my body. “Yes!”
“You’ll have it soon enough, my greedy little kitten. You’ll have all of me.”
“I want that,” I pant. “I want you to mark me.”
He barks a curse as he reaches his own climax, and a final, vicious orgasm claims me. My back arches on a strangled cry, and my core contracts around my fingers.
“Good girl. You can stop now.”
I release a shuddering sigh and slowly withdraw my touch from my aching pussy.
“Give me your address. I’ll have a dress and mask delivered tomorrow afternoon.” He issues the final command before I fully come back to my senses, so I comply without second guessing myself.
“The next time I see you, this will be real.”
He ends the call with that dark promise.
I lay awake for a long time, anxiety and excitement churning within me. I can hardly believe I’m going to meet Bones after all these years.
Worry and desire follow me down into fitful sleep.
3
KAROLINA
The next morning, I resolutely keep worry over my promise to Bones from claiming my thoughts. Instead, I dedicate myself to my studies at the library. My first class starts on Monday, and I want to be prepared for my MA.
I mostly manage to keep my focus on Viking history for several hours, until it’s time to go home and get ready to meet Bones.
On the short walk back to my rented flat, I debate canceling my plans with him. It’s insane to meet in person.
I’m not scared of what he might do to me. But the idea of going to a kinky masked hunt when I’ve never even been with a man is definitely not normal.
The mask will stay on. I remember Bones’ gravelly promise. We don’t have to change the anonymous nature of our relationship. And he won’t take more from me than I’m ready to offer.
After years of online dirty talk and orgasms on my own hand and toys, my body craves more. I can’t allow myself a romantic connection, but I might be able to permit myself this clandestine relationship. In a strange way, it’s far safer to allow him to chase me through the woods than it would be to date a normal guy like some of the boys on my course.
There are rules in my relationship with Bones. Boundaries.
Tonight, some of those physical boundaries will shift, but I don’t have to offer him anything more on an emotional level. I won’t make my heart vulnerable.
By the time I reach my building, I’ve resolved to attend the hunt as planned.
My resolve wavers slightly when I find the huge box waiting for me outside my front door. The mask and dress inside the package make the prospect of this kinky meeting all too real.
There’s a short, typed note included with the outfit:
Wear your running shoes. Let’s find out how fast you really are, kitten.
The dress is baby pink silk, the pale color reminiscent of my ballet days. Lightweight boning in the bodice makes a corseted silhouette, but it’s not so restrictive that I won’t be able to draw in deep breaths. The sweetheart neckline will put my modest breasts on display, and the full skirt will swish around my knees. The dress is overtly feminine, but I’ll be able to run in it.
The mask is rose gold, a simple design that’ll conceal the upper half of my face. Bones knows what I look like, but no one else will truly see me tonight.