Page 16 of Madness Blooms
I toss and turn, sleep coming in scattered waves. My mind churns endlessly, dark images pervading every corner of my dreams. Realizing I’ve slept less than two hours, I sigh and click on the bedside lamp. I search through my bag and pull out my journal, opening it on my lap and flipping through the pages. I pause on the hastily drawn picture of the mask, fear lurking on the edges of my thoughts, and I push it down fiercely.
I take out a pen from my bag and begin recording my day: meeting Luke at the diner, the trip to the movie theater—and I dwell on the events that transpired there. I lick my lips, my thighs parting subconsciously. Luke has a way about him I can’t explain, something that makes me feel important.Alive. My heartbeat quickens as I place the journal and pen aside. I switch off the light, eager to find relief.
I retrieve my toy from the bedside table drawer and settle back against my pillows. After removing my panties, I rest the shaft against my clit and turn it on. Vibrations shoot straight to my brain, and I cry out, my toes curling. I close my eyes and let the vibrator linger there for a few more moments before moving it to my slit. Luke’s face appears in my mind’s eye, and I slide the toy inside my pussy.
“Fuck,” I whimper as the shaft slowly opens me up, inch by inch. Luke’s smile sets my loins on fire, arousal pooling in my core. I whine, stuffed to the brim. “Luke, God … Luke …” Unable to stay quiet, I allow myself a moment to adjust and savor the sensation of being stretched.
“Looks like you could use a hand, Bunny.”
My eyes snap open, and I freeze. Looming in front of the closet is that freaky mask, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” he says coolly, amused.
Terror and embarrassment overwhelm me, and all I want to do is move, move,move—but shock paralyzes me. A blood-curdling scream escapes my lips before a hand clamps over my mouth and I flail wildly, almost falling off the bed. He coils an arm around me as I sob and thrash against his hold, but I’m unable to escape the vise-like grip that keeps me captive.
“Quiet, Bunny,” he chastises. “What will the neighbors think if you keep screaming like that?” I try to bite his fingers, but my teeth meet leather instead of flesh. He chuckles hollowly, the sound unnerving. “Will you be a good girl and stop screaming?”
Fear engulfs me, turning my veins to ice. He holds my life in his hands. What choice do I have? The hilt of his knife presses into my thigh, a constant reminder of my precarious situation. His erection is poking me in my bare backside, making me want to vomit. So I nod, swallowing thickly.
“Good girl,” he purrs, releasing me.
I loathe how his words of praise makes my legs clench together.
“Now get comfortable and pleasure yourself,” he instructs, making me once again very aware of my state of undress.
Picking up the vibrator from where I dropped it on the bed, I blush as it continues to buzz unattended. Propping myself up against the headboard with pillows, I spread my thighs to give him a good view of my most intimate area. He fixes his gaze on the space between my legs as I slide the shaft inside.
“Move it,” he orders, unzipping his pants. “Fuck that pretty cunt of yours.”
Inhaling deeply, I move the toy in and out. I think of Luke’s stormy blue eyes flashing with anger as he confronts my boss in the mall. His tongue running up and down my slit. I feel myself gush, the slickness making the insertion easier. The masked stranger strokes his length as I slap a hand over my mouth to prevent myself from vocalizing my pleasure.
“Look at you,” he groans, his tone startlingly affectionate. “Taking it so well …”
I’m soaked as I imagine Luke watching me instead. I thrust the toy inside, biting my knuckle to keep quiet. The moonlight only serves to highlight him in a spooky silhouette, the knife at his side gleaming like an unspoken threat. He’s a ghoul, a creature of darkness. I’m nothing but his plaything for the night. Maybe even his next victim.
For now, I can only placate him, do what he says—and pray that he doesn’t get bored with me.
My inner walls spasm, fear driving me deeper off the edge. I wonder if it’s the reason so many people watch horror movies on dates. My body shakes, tears threatening to spill over as I fail to contain my pleasured gasps.
“What’s wrong?” He tilts his head, the action made even more unsettling by that damn mask. “Going to come already, Bunny? How selfish.” He shakes his head disapprovingly. “Not so fast. First, you’re gonna help me out. Solve my little …problem.”
As he steps closer, a sobering realization crashes into me. I gulp and tentatively reach for him, but he gestures toward the vibrator. Determined to survive, I adjust my position and tuck my legs under my thighs. With the toy still snug inside, I wrap my hand around his girth and give it a gentle squeeze. A drop of precum glistens, beading at the tip, and I stare at it in morbid fascination.
A cold, metallic voice jolts me back to reality. “Choke on it.”
I shiver, my pussy fluttering as I open my mouth. I take in only the tip and circle my tongue around the sensitive skin. He moans, his hands tangling in my hair. Slowly, I draw more of him in—but the masked stranger is impatient. He jerks my head forward, his fingers tugging roughly at my strands, stinging my scalp. Tears fill my eyes as he sheathes himself entirely inside. I gag, unused to his size.
I screw my eyes shut and concentrate on the sensations from the vibrator as he fucks my mouth. He thrusts, dragging his silky length in and out in a controlled manner, like he wants to make me suffer. I slide a hand between my legs and stroke my throbbing clit, my mind wandering to Luke’s soft laugh, his broad build. Anything to escape this moment as this psycho holds my head in place and takes what he wants from me.
He breathes harder, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water. With a curse, he uses a hand to cup my jaw, holding my head in place as he seeks his release. Greedily, he bucks his hips, the snap of it becoming uneven as he begins to lose control.
At last, this torture will end—and hopefully not with my death.
To get it over with faster, I hollow out my cheeks and swirl my tongue around his shaft, spit dribbling from the corners of my lips. He growls, slamming roughly into my mouth as hot, sticky cum shoots down my throat. A few more ragged thrusts later, he withdraws, his softening cock popping out from between my swollen lips.
Instead of fixing himself up, he runs his fingers through my tangled hair like some fucked up soothing gesture. It’s too intimate. “Come for me, Bunny.”
Sparks burst into my vision. The dam explodes, my release a ferocious tsunami. I collapse, tears streaming down my face.