Page 26 of Masked & Mine
“That might be even worse than a random intruder.” Percy spits back. “Or it could be Marcello. He was pissed the fuck off last night.”
We literally know nothing about her real life. This opens my eyes to a lot. We need to have a lot more talks to get to know each other. That all takes time, though. She’s most likely in danger right now. Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach.
Percy pulls his phone out, saying, “Let me try to call a couple of people from Sins. Maybe they’ll give me something we can go off of. She could still have friends that work there.”
It doesn’t help a goddamn thing that all our social accounts are getting blown up with questions about Mar and if she’s okay. I guess word got out that she abruptly ended her stream. We did send a ton of people over there.
We’re in the living room trying to film TikToks for content, but our minds are elsewhere. I think Percy’s about to snap someone’s neck, and it’ll mostlikely be mine with the specific TikTok we’re trying to film. He called every contact he had for Sins, but everyone was tight-lipped about anything involving Mar. He even asked about Marcello, but not a peep.Obviously, I’m sure they value their lives.
The TikTok we’re trying to film is where “König” is above “Ghost”. So, he straddles my back and pulls my head up. König has his phone in his hand and turns toward the camera. He snaps the picture with his phone, then drops my head back down. It’s trending right now, but it’s not cosplayers doing it. Of course, Percy’s ass found the trend and had us do it immediately.
We’ve tried filming this six times already. It’s been off every time. I need a break. “Can we take a break?” Any content we film for social media has to be up to the perfection standards of Percy. Most of the time, it ends up with us at each other’s throats. I usually love the TikToks I film on my own. Usually, it’s just thirst traps or me shaking my ass with my gear on. The air humping has really become a popular thirst trap too. They’re hilarious to me, and they’ve grown my account the most.
“Sure, baby boy.” He gives me a quick kiss after he rips off our headgear and masks. Then he gives me a pat on the ass.Okay, can’t be mad at him now with the ass pats and the baby boy.
We’re in full gear right now because we’re filming for socials. The more tactical gear there is, the better. I don’t know what it is about the leg holsters, but when I say they go feral over them, they do.They absolutely go feral over them. It does make my thighs look good as hell and, for sure, accentuates my package. We have the vest on, headgear above our mask, even down to the combat boot, and gloves.
I head into our room and pull the left-over blunt from last night out of my nightstand, and all that does is remind me of Mar. I really hope she’s okay. We’ve absolutely blown her phone up today, but still no response. Sparking the blunt up, I take a deep inhale. Spacing out for just a minute. Taking a few more hits, I look up, and Percy’s leaning against the door frame, his left arm propped up on top of the frame.
??“Is this how you ask me to get on my knees for you because it’s working?” His shirt and vest rise, a little patch of hair peeking out, resting on his slutty little waist. I’m biting my fist at this point.
He pushes himself off the door frame and walks over to me, looking like he really might eat me alive. “No, but that doesn’t sound like a bad idea now that you mention it.” He reaches out and plucks the blunt out of my fingers. After taking a few hits, he puts it out in my favorite alien ashtray.
He’s staring at me again, and fuck do I want to dart my eyes away from his gaze. We got cut short earlier while we were streaming. We were going to finish fucking while watching Mar fuck herself on her stream. Of course, that didn’t happen.
Before I can look away, he grabs my neck right under my jaw. His entire hand covers the bone as he tilts my head up to keep my eyes on him. “Baby boy, what have I told you about cowering away from me?”I love when he’s like this with me.
He doesn’t even give me time to answer that question. He crashes his lips against mine, letting him take all the control as I give in to him. I call myself a switch, and don’t get me wrong, bringing my dominant side out is fun every now and again. But I found my true happiness in submission. Taking orders and completely giving myself over to my partner is glorious. Throw some degrading in there, and I’m a happy man.
This kiss should be illegal. And we have way too many clothes on for what I want to accomplish. Percy pushes me back onto the bed to lie down. He stands up in front of me to his full six-foot-four height, and I let out a groan. “How did I get so lucky?” I asked openly, appreciating this specimen in front of me.
He strips off all his gear. The boots are the first to go, then the vest comes off. I’m greedily staringat any sliver of skin that makes an appearance. The black long-sleeve compression shirt is next. He unbuckles the leg holster, working his way to his belt. Pants and briefs go off next at the same time. His swollen, leaking cock is the last to make a display. “Do you see what you do to me, Ghost? Why do you let those thoughts run through your head? Is it from the shit we’ve done with Mar? We don’t have to keep going if it makes you uncomfortable or if it makes you feel less than.”
“No, it’s not Mar or anything we’ve done the last couple of days. I just get in my head sometimes. Occasionally, I have to fight with myself, thinking you’re too good for me." I cower and look to the floor. "I tried to stay away from straight guys before I met you because it usually ended up with me falling for them, and the feeling was not mutual or they didn’t want to go public, and I refused to hide anything about my sexuality. Meeting you, though, that rule went out the window the first time we hung out."
I despise the insta-love shit, but I hate to say that perfectly describes us.I just knew we were it, and I think he does too.
Grabbing both sides of my face, he automatically knows what I need. “We’re perfect for each other, Mack. I don’t want you to ever doubt that I love you with every cell in my body. You’re smart,breathtakingly beautiful, passionate, and so witty. What is there that’s not good enough for me?”
I just give a shrug and try to look away, feeling tears wanting to drop. He loves me and my self-doubting mind better than anyone ever has, and I will forever be thankful for that. “I love you, Percy.” I pull his beautiful face to mine. With our foreheads pressed together, we just sit there in peace for a minute.
“Are you ready to be Daddy’s whore now?” Bobbing my head up and down like a damn bobblehead, I’m ready to get out of my head and into the subspace that I crave. He walks around to his side of the bed. I hear him rummaging through his nightstand, where he keeps all his toys and ropes. I don’t dare look back at him. The suspense is one of my favorite things. Feeling him climb onto the bed behind me, he grabs both of my hands and pulls them to the center of my lower back. I haven’t jumped into rigging like he has. I’m more of the rope bunny type. Eating it up anytime he wants to tie me up. He ties what I think is the red rope around each wrist a couple of times. Once he lets go, I test it.Yep. It’s tight. Just how I like it.
Hovering by my ear, he whispers, “What’s your safe word, baby boy?” He only checks I remember when he ties me up.
“Espionage.” He lets out a deep chuckle. He came up with it, of course. Again, I blame those smut books.
Fuck, I love when he gets feral like this. He hasn’t pulled the ropes out in a while. He’s on his knees on the bed right behind me, his chest pressed to my back. Running his hands up and down my covered chest and stomach from over my shoulder. His dick’s right where my hands are. Reaching up and cupping his cock and balls, he lets out a groan.
Growling, he states, “Tied-up greedy sluts don’t get to touch,remember?” He runs a hand over my cock, barely applying any pressure. I shove my hips forward, seeking his hand.
“Please, Daddy.” I’m still in my full gear. He hasn’t taken anything off of me yet.
He pulls away from me, commanding, “Stand up and lean over the bed. Now!”
Scrambling off the bed, I do exactly as he says. He slowly climbs off the bed. Completely bare in all his glory. He steps up behind me, pressing up against my ass with his hips and hard cock. “Take your boots off.” I toe each boot off with speed.
He reaches around me deathly slow, unhooks my belt, and pulls it out of the loops. Then he unbuttons my pants and pulls the zipper down. Dragging them down my legs, my cock feels a little better now that I am not being strained up against those cargo pants.My hands are still tied behind my back over my shirt and vest. This is going to be hot. I wish we were recording this so I could re-watch it from his angle. “Daddy, can we record this?”