Unmasked (King Morine #4)

57. Mallory

CHAPTER 57

Mallory

I pace in front of Stryker, who has his hands bound above his hands, tied to the bedpost. He’s shirtless, all his delectable tattoos on display, wearing a red purge mask and tuxedo pants.

“You’ve been a very bad boy.” I have his belt in my hands, rubbing the leather between my hands.

“Have I? Says who? You?” His tone is sarcastic, and his eyes challenge me from behind the mask.

My heels sink into the carpet as I saunter over to him, smirking. “I’m the judge and jury in this case, predator .” Sarcasm rolls from my tongue when I say the last word.

Without warning, I snap the belt, cracking it along his ribs. He releases a hiss of pain. I still, waiting for him to say his safe word.

He tilts his head, defiance burning in his eyes. “Is that all you got, little prey?”

My smirk grows as I shrug. “I guess I’m weak.” Crack. “Maybe I need to try a different technique.” My wrist flicks out, the leather stinging his skin .

He groans, desire flaming in his eyes. “Oh, little prey. Hurt me.”

I grin, feeling powerful. The light catches the diamond on my finger when I slide the leather through my hand. The sparkle of my ring is blinding.

“You seem to like being the prey.” I snort, shaking my head. “I thought you were the predator.”

“Only when you’re the one dishing out the punishment.” He makes kissing sounds. “Although, it’s hardly pain. Not with the way you’re using that?—”

My wrist flicks out like a snake striking. The leather bites into his skin, and he lets out a loud hiss before he groans. “That’s better, little prey.”

My smile widens as I resume pacing.

“Although, it’s still pretty weak.”

I whip around, staring at him. “Weak, huh?” I remove one heel, then the other, slowly walking toward him. My eyes flame with determination and lust coursing through my veins. “I think you’re the one who’s weak.”

Climbing on the bed beside him, I stand, towering over him for once. Pulling my dress slowly up my hips, I watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows.

“Let’s see how powerful you are when I sit on your face, making you eat this pussy until you drown in my juices, begging for air.”

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs. He cocks his head, his eyes slowly moving from my black panties to my face. “Drown me, little prey.”

I smack him with the belt before tossing it onto the bed. “Don’t you mean predator?”

I bend over and remove the mask. “Let’s see how well you can use that tongue, naughty boy.”

“Bring it, prey.”

Tossing the mask down, I yank my panties to the side, exposing my soaked pussy. This time, I don’t hover. I slam myself down on his face, my knees sinking into the mattress.

My loud moan fills the room as his tongue laps at me like he’s starving.

I grab his hands, wrapping my fingers around his. “It’s about time you shut that mouth and used your tongue for something worthwhile.”

He smiles against me before shoving his tongue deep inside my pussy. I grind my hips, whimpers leaving my mouth. “Fuck, that’s good.”

He moans against me, the vibrations making me shiver. I ride him faster, moving my hips so he’s licking my clit. “Holy hell.” My eyes roll back as my legs begin to shake.

“Ride my fucking tongue.”

His words spur me on, making me lose control. My moans are getting louder as I climb higher and higher.

His teeth graze my clit, sending me toppling over the edge with a scream. I roll my hips, moaning his name, forgetting about role-playing as my orgasm rockets through my body.

Lifting myself from his face, I grin as I see the mess I’ve made. He’s soaked with my juices, his lips and chin shining with them.

His tongue darts out, licking as much as he can get. “Mmm. You taste like heaven, little prey.”

“You did such a good job. I think it’s time for your reward.”

He leers at me. “You gonna choke on my cock?”

I lick my lips. “You’re gonna fuck my mouth, predator. Choke me with your dick… if you can.”

The malicious expression on his face nearly made me lose my nerve. “If it’s too much, tap my thighs, little prey.”

My hand wraps around his cock, guiding him between my lips.

His hips piston forward, not giving me any warning. His cock hits the back of my throat, making me gag. He laughs before pulling out and letting me breathe. “Well, that was easy. Give me a challenge, prey.”

I clench my teeth as anger races through me. “I’m prepared now. Try me.”

He shoves his hips forward, his cock going down my throat. I’m focused, sucking him down, determined not to gag again.

"Your fucking mouth,” he groans. “I could fuck it all night.”

Tears stream down my face as he increases his pace, fucking me harder and faster. When I pull back to take a breath, saliva pools from the side of my mouth, running down my chin.

“Fuck. I love blowing you.”

He grins. “You suck my cock like such a good fucking girl.”

I take him deep inside my mouth, making him groan. He moves his hips faster, thrusting in and out of my mouth. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than my cock between your lips.”

Fuck. I’m losing control. My pussy grows wetter from his dirty words and the power that flows through my veins from giving him so much pleasure. The look of lust on his face as I suck him down, doing my best not to gag as he roughly fucks my throat, nearly makes me come again.

“You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, prey.” Aquamarine irises burn into mine when I look up at him. “I’d do anything you want. No questions asked.”

Pulling his cock from my mouth, I rasp, “Let me ride you like a stallion, predator.”

“Fuck, yes.”

I wipe my hand across my face as I crawl over his lap and straddle him. I sink down, the head of his dick grazing my pussy. My eyes bore into his as I impale myself, not giving myself a chance to adjust to his size.

Loud moans fall from us as I grab the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, staring at my tits. “Ride me hard. Make those titties bounce outta that bra.”

I move my hips, rolling them and taking him deep before lifting. He moans, his hands tugging at the rope.

“You’re not gonna get out of those ropes, lover boy.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “You don’t think I can, huh?”

“I know you can’t.” My hands grip the headboard, hanging onto it as I focus all my energy on how good he feels inside me.

“That’s it, prey. Ride me faster.” He groans, lifting his hips from beneath me. “That’s my good fucking girl. Taking my cock nice and deep, riding me like a fucking pro.”

I moan, my breathing ragged as I ride him faster.

The next thing I know, I hear a loud snap, and Stryker throws the rope onto the floor. He grabs my left hand, his finger rubbing over the large diamond adorning my hand. “Looks like someone is a naughty girl. Fucking a stranger in a hotel room. Where’s your fiancé, little prey? At home, moping because you’re not there?”

A smug grin curls my lips. “My fiancé is a psycho. He’ll stab you through the guts, rip out your intestines and choke you to death with them for fucking his woman.”

He chuckles. “Sounds like a badass.”

He flips me onto my back, then drives his cock deep inside. “Sounds like I need to fuck the hell outta you before he finds out and tries to kill me.”

I moan as he pounds me into the mattress. “Tries to kill you?” I pant, my nails digging into his back, breaking through his skin .

“I’m a badass, baby. I’m hard to kill.”

His strokes are long and deep, driving me insane. I arch up to meet him, sweat dripping down my body as I whisper, “You’re fucking me so good, predator. Don’t stop.”

Leaning over me, his sweat drips onto my face. “Never.”

He grabs my hands, shoving them over my head and locking his fingers with mine. He captures my lips, breathing his essence into me. “You’re mine, little prey. For the rest of your life, it’ll only be my cock inside this pussy. My lips on yours. My fingers and mouth giving your body pleasure. Understand?”

“Yes,” I cry, my body trembling beneath his. “I’m yours.”

He groans, reaching between us, his fingers finding my clit. “Come hard for me, baby. Soak my cock and balls with your cream.”

“Oh, God.” He slams into me, driving me deeper into the mattress. The headboard bangs against the wall, but I don’t give a shit about the noise or any damage to the room. “I-I’m gonna….”

“Come, little prey.”

I explode, screaming in his face. My body thrashes beneath his, the orgasm hitting me so hard I see stars.

Stryker keeps going, slowing his pace until my trembles subside.

He begins slamming into me again, his mouth finding my hard nipple. I moan as he marks my breasts.

Pulling back, he throws my legs over his shoulders. “Now you’re gonna take all my come, little prey. Every. Fucking. Drop.” His jaw clenches as he fucks me hard and deep, making me scream.

“Oh, fuck. I’m too sensitive.”

His eyes burn into mine. “You’ll be okay, love. Just go with it. Let it happen.”

Tears trickle down my cheeks. “I-I can’t. ”

“Yes, you can.” His lips capture mine. When he pulls back, his thumb strokes my cheek, his eyes full of love.

“I’m so sensitive,” I whimper.

“Come with me, love.” He pumps his hips three more times, and I scream as I clench him like a vice, my orgasm rocking through me, making me feel faint. He stills, his hot juices squirting deep inside me.

With a groan, he releases my legs from his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around me, he collapses against me, his face against the side of my neck. “God, I love you,” he pants.

“Once I recover…” I pant. “You need to tell me how you escaped from those ropes, my fiancé.”

He chuckles. “I’ll never tell, my little fiancée.”

I huff against him, even as I tighten my arms around him. “I’ll get it out of you.”

He lifts his head, his eyes sparkling. “Good luck, little prey.”