Page 27 of Stranded
He smirks when he sees it. “I’m going to take our game to a new level. Do you trust me?”
I shouldn’t trust him. I’ve seen this man kill. I’ve seen what he’s capable of. And yet, I do trust him with my life. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Good. Drink this.” He hands me a water bottle.
I arch a brow.
“And don’t ask questions.”
I drink the water, feeling quite thirsty. Once the bottle is finished, I glance at him. “Now what?”
His smirk widens. “How do you feel?”
I shift a little on the sofa and find my head feels heavy. “A bit weird.”
“Good, it’s kicking in.”
My stomach drops. “What did you do?”
“Drugged you, angel. The fun is just about to begin. Happy Maskmas.” His voice gets more distant, and suddenly, my vision blurs. And everything turns blank.
MADDOX
Ivy calls my darkness to the forefront. I don’t know if I’m taking our role-playing too far. After all, it’s not like she can say the safe word while she’s drugged, and I make a mess of her pretty little cunt and ass with the toys I bought her.
I groan as her cunt squirts again as I give her the third orgasm while she’s been unconscious. Her asshole is stretched around a thick butt plug. My angel is used to having stuff in her ass. I’m sure of it. It stretched around the plug easily.
Which is why I intend to fuck her ass when she wakes.
Ivy is a vision tied with rope to the pommel horse in my barn. Naked and plugged in both the ass and pussy.
A moan escapes her lips as she starts to move, warning me she’s stirring from her drug-induced slumber. I used sleeping pills on her, but they were strong enough to knock her out for a couple of hours.
And I've spent those hours exploring her perfect body. Memorizing every part of it. I walk around and stand in front of her face, wanting me and the mask to be the first thing she sees when she comes around.
Her eyes flicker open, hazy and unfocused. They’re such a beautiful hue of green. It’s my new favorite fucking color. The heater is positioned toward her to ensure she doesn’t get cold. I’m not a complete monster.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
Her expression is confused and adorable. Her hips move slightly as she probably notices the fullness of the toys inside her. “What did you do?”
I arch a brow. “Had some fun. After all, you’ve been out cold for two hours.”
Her mouth falls open, and what I’d give to feel her lips wrap around my dick.
“Two hours?” Her voice is unsure, and I almost feel bad. Almost.
“Yes, and my dick is fucking solid as a rock.” I tilt my head, looking at her through the eye holes of the mask. “Time for you to have a taste. After all, you’ve come multiple times while knocked out. Only fair you return the favor.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and I pull my cock from my pants. It’s about time she sucked my cock.
“Maddox, this is crazy. Stop it.”
“You know I like it more when you tell me to stop.” I stroke my cock before placing it against her shut lips. “Open wide for me.”
Her eyes are wide. I can see her arguing with herself internally. The part of her that was inherently good, pure, and the part of her that fucking craves what I’m doing.
“I said open,” I command.