3: Good Heavens... No, Bad Heavens

Naked and obedient, I sit on the bed. 

My arm crosses my chest, barely covering my big breasts. The other stays in between my thighs, guarding my body. 

My eyes are on the masked man in front of me, not peeling away from his intense green eyes. Those piercing pairs that could see through even the darkest soul, so charming and pure, only that they belong to a monster. 

The room is totally silent. 

As if he's counting every second, he taps his alligator boots on the wooden floor. He is rich… fucking rich. 

I can smell it. Feel it… But I still can't tell who he is.

“How dare you?” He breaks the silence. 

His rich baritone, a smooth sultry British accent, echoes in the small room and brings chills down my spine. 

“How dare you steal the only thing I cherish, Tessa?” 

My eyes narrow. 

Steal? 

In one mili second, my brain rakes through the past. Never have I ever stolen. 

“You walk in so nonchalantly like the world is nothing.” He groans. “Sway those gracious hips and let the world burn without a care?” 

My cheeks redden. 

Even though I should be totally embarrassed, here I am, flushed by mere words. 

“From that day, I searched so hard for my treasure, but I couldn't find it.” He reclines back in the chair, still watching me. “You stole my peace, Tessa.”

The muscles of my heart relax, and so does my whole body. Jesus.

He rubs his fingers together as if taking time to study me.

“Now, how does it feel to want something so badly but you can't have it?” He leans forward, elbows on his lap. 

“You want your freedom, but you're my prisoner. I want you, but I'm your prisoner.” He tsk. “Fair game, don't you think?” 

My face frowns in disgust. 

“Are you insane?” The words hit, harshly. 

I should be begging, not aggressive. 

He scoffs. “Yeah. Does that put you at peace, mamacita?” 

“Don't call me that!”

“Wow.” He chuckles. “Who would have thought that the quiet ones have the hottest fire?” 

I don't respond. 

“How about we play a game? Say you give me what I want, and I do the same?” 

I suck in cold air. “I owe you nothing.”

My eyes trail down his body, finding the slightest clue as to who he is. His baggy hoodie doesn't allow me the chance, so does his mask and…

“Don't hurt your eyes, Mamacita. You won't find nothing.” He cackles. “Except you look in the right place.”

He sits back and pushes his knees forward, giving me ideas. 

I look aside. ‘Piece of shit.’ 

“Who are you?” 

“I thought you'd never ask.” He tilts a shoulder. “Let’s just say I'm your obsessed admirer, devoted to being the only one that claims you henceforth.”

My blood is literally boiling. My eyes scan around for a better weapon. I'm not a fan of blood, but tonight, I'd have to slit his throat and bathe in his blood. 

“I'm not some property, Mr. Man.” My tone is flat. 

He doesn't speak. Instead, he pushes forward and stands up. 

Tall as a god, he hovers like a thick cloud.

His long, powerful limbs close the gap between us in long strides. 

My breathing ceases, and goosebumps cover me in thick fur. 

He diverts, creating a pool of suspense and anxiety in me. He walks to the other end of the bed. 

I don't move, but I can feel his green eyes on my back, down my bare ass. 

“You know, if James hadn't broken up with you, I might have killed him.” 

My throat goes dry by his threat. He says it so easily like he's used to shedding blood.

“He's such a fool to let a queen slip off his grip.” He sighs. “Good riddance, you deserve a better kingdom.” 

His words should at least make me feel good, but I don't. I'm teary, and I hate it. 

“Men. Y'all are…”

“Just some nasty bunch of shitty head.”

I freeze. 

How the hell does he know my lines. 

The next second, I feel a part of the bed sinks to his weight. His cologne gets stronger as he crawls down towards me.

He's right beside me, arms thrown apart so I can be nestled in them. 

The side of his face grazes mine, and his warm breath strokes my skin down to my cleavage. 

I can feel him stare at the soft swell of my breasts. 

‘Pluck out his fucking eyes! Bang his head with the remote- no, lamp.’ 

“My queen,” he whispers to my hearing, soft, sultry. “Let a real man worship you.” He slowly, pushes my hair behind, fully exposing my neck. “Let the king build you a castle above everyone.”

My heart is beating faster. I can't tell if I'm scared of him, or scared of letting a creepy stranger fuck me. 

Warm fluid streak down my thighs, and seep out in doses. 

I'm wet!!!? 

“You're my peace now,” his hand drops on my knee and my body goes rigid in response. “And I'll do anything to protect it.” 

My breathing is labored. I gulp dryly and shut my eyes. My body is giving a million responses, and I feel stupid. 

His rough hand slides up, gently, giving me all the time in the world to push him away. 

But I don't. 

“Look, Tessa.” He whisper-moans in my ear. “Look at my hand, rub your smooth milky skin… you're fucking perfect, Mamacita.”

‘Stop calling me that!’ 

Instead, I swallowed thick lumps of saliva. 

“Now, spread your legs… just a little bit,” his seductive tone messes with my head. “You can do that for me, mama.” 

I sigh. 

Breath held, I slowly part my thighs. I shut my eyes again, feeling dumb. 

“Good girl.” He teases. 

His other hand rubs my arm and circles a spot. The bumps melt to his touch. It's odd how my body responds to his command. 

“I want to go further… I want to feel your treasure.” 

He's a fucking psycho. It's how he demands and makes it like a plea, and how I stupidly remain silent. 

The rough feel of his mask grazes my ear. “Trust me, my hand is a good safe.” 

I throw my head backward as he gently slips up my thigh. The tip of his thumb rubs my rough folds and stiffens. My back arches forward, causing his hand to poke my body. 

Fuck!

“Tessa.” This time, his tone is dark, possessive, hungry. “You're wet.” 

I try to steady my breathing. 

“It feels so good.” He moans louder. “Give me your hand.” 

In dumb obedience, I let him claim my hand. He leads me down my thigh, and closer to my body. 

“I want you to see rich how good your pussy juice feels.” He murmurs.

He leads me deeper until my fingers rub my pussy. His hold tightens, stopping me from going all in. 

“Easy… Just feel.” 

Oh, god! 

I'm losing my damn mind. 

Gently, he leads me as I rub around the cool surface. My fluid melts to my touch and slips in between my fingers in sticky webs. 

Never has touching myself felt this good.” 

“You want to taste it?” 

Words dry up in my mouth. 

“Just a little, mama.” He murmurs still. “I can risk taking my mask off to lick it off you if you want.” 

‘I want everything, damn him!’

He leads my messy fingers up to my mouth. 

Having a mind of its own, my tongue sticks out and licks off my precum. I stupidly hum and moan. 

“I bet you taste so delicious.” He groans. “I can smell how good you are.” 

“Uh…” a soft moan escapes my throat.

He chuckles. 

“James is an idiot. Say it.” 

Rage slowly rises up in my head. “James is an idiot.”

“He's a fucker.”

I'm breathing heavily. I don't know why I'm doing this, but it's oddly satisfying. “He's a fucker… a fucking piece of shit!” 

My mind breaks on me. My body trembles, threatening a sob. 

“Come here.” He presses me in his arms and envelops me in a warm hug. “The only tears you're permitted to share is when I spoil you silly.” 

He cups my chin and caresses me with his thumb. He squashed the teardrop that streams down and brushes it off. 

In his arms, I feel dangerously secure. 

How can one person give mixed signals? 

Without resistance, I let him put my fingers where they were. “Push in… you need to be a good queen to get the king's reward.”

I'm not sure what it is, but I want it!

“Ah… ohh…” I expel air when my fingers thrust in. 

He doesn't go in with me. Instead, he holds my wrist and turns it gently. My fingers circle in my wetness, finding my sensitive spot. 

“You moan so good, mama.” He leans in, burying his face in the hollow of my neck. “Moan louder, for me.”

Enforcing his demand, he pushes my fingers further, and I don't know how it happened, but I touch a spot that sends me to heaven. 

Jerking like a doll, I moan shamelessly and cry even. 

My thighs clap against his hand. 

I twist and trash like a reptile, but I only do more damage as my aroused clit rocks his hand. 

“You love it when men burn for you, Tessa.” His tone is deep and dark. “And I want to be the only man that you consume henceforth.”

I nod. Stupidly, I continue nodding. 

He chuckles, enjoying me embarrass myself. 

“Now, show me the words you can't say.” He leads my hand in, but this time, he allows me to make the move. 

I push in, fucking myself, sensually as he's taught me. 

“Uh… yeah…” my breathing is heavy. Sweat pours out of my pores. “So good… so fucking good, monster…”

Again, he giggles. “Is that what you call me?” 

I twist, battling so much at a time. 

“Then you haven't seen the real monster.” He leans in. When he speaks, his tone is feral and dominant. “It will make you bust, Tessa… it will give you freedom.”

He shoves my hand in unexpectedly. 

Coupled with his dirty words, my body jerks to climax. I squirm harder, chest pushed out, dangling my breasts in the wild. 

My body oozes out juice, messing his hand and mine. 

“Ohhh… shit…” I cry, shuddering in his grip. 

His firm hand rests on my belly and pulls me flat to his chest. “It's okay, mama. Let it out.”

I nod, releasing my muscles as I squirt. It's so shamefully good. For the first time in years, I feel great. 

“Good girl.” He moans and nuzzles along my slender neck. 

I let him. 

Matter of fact, I tilt to the side just to give him good angle. 

“One day, I will have all of you without holding back.” He mumbles. “And that day, I'll take you home.”

He pulls away. 

It feels like my shield is gone like I'm completely naked in public. 

I don't move, because I'm scared of what I'd do next. 

Oh, god… I'm ruined. 

In silence, he walks to the door, his footsteps steadily pounding on the hard floor. 

When he leaves, I hear the soft click of the door, and the lock as he secures it. 

‘What just happened?’

I collapse in bed, sweaty, panting. 

This has to be the best worst moment of my life. 

A small note catches my eye. 

He's a hard lover. It doesn't take so much to know. 

I pick it up and read. 

'Come with me on a cruise.'