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She was scared. Good.

I let my eyes fall down her outfit once again, having got a good look before we left the house, too.

She wore her navy-blue and forest-green plaid shirt and a white blouse fitted with a matching plaid tie under a navy-blue vest. On her feet were black flats. She’d even combed out her hair and put on a little make-up to freshen up.

I think she had an idea of what was in store when I told her to wear the outfit, but she was definitely surprised when I told her to get in the car.

And now…a little frightened.

I gazed at her legs, my cocking swelling at the memory of how smooth they were and how warm it was between them.

My heart started to race.

“Let’s go down to the catacombs.” I nodded toward the cathedral. “No blindfold this time.”

I smirked, keeping my expression hard. I didn’t want her to feel safe.

She dropped her chin, searching the ground for a way out. Should she say no? Should she ask another question I wasn’t going to answer?

Or would she play?

She raised her eyes and swallowed, a look of defiance crossing her face. And I held back a smile, seeing her turn and start walking toward the side entrance.

Lifting up the mask, I slid it down over my face and walked slowly behind her. Stalking, not following.

I stared at her back, taking step after step, slow and steady as she walked briskly, stumbling over rocks and uneven ground. She twisted her head, looking over shoulder, and her face fell, taking notice of the mask.

But she turned back around quickly and kept walking, rolling with it.

My breath filled the inside of the mask, and I could feel a light layer of sweat breaking out over my forehead.

The backs of her thighs, the few inches I could see, were making my hands ball into fists. I wanted to slide my fingers up the back of her skirt and touch skin that I knew felt like butter.

The top of her hair glowed in the soft light from the moon, and every time her nervous glances over her shoulder hit me, it made my heart beat faster.

I’m going to make you scream.

She stepped slowly into the cathedral through the door, now hanging on its hinges, and stopped, looking around.

But we weren’t sightseeing. I planted my hand on her back and shoved her forward.

“Mich—” she gasped out, losing her voice. She jerked her head around, shaking it as she breathed hard. “I don’t think we should—”

But I immediately reached out and grabbed her neck, cutting her off and shoving her backward again.

“Michael!”

Her breaths rushed in and out loud and fast, and she hurriedly backed away from me, her eyes wide with fright. She swallowed, holding my stare, and I could tell she was definitely fucking scared now.

Then, I narrowed my eyes, seeing her hand absently drop to the inside if her thigh.

Jesus. She was so fucking turned on, she was about to rub one out right here. She quickly pulled her hand away, probably realizing the impulse she’d had.

I jerked my head toward the entrance to the catacombs, remaining silent. She hesitated, shifting her eyes side to side, but turned anyway and started walking.

She didn’t trust me. But she wanted to.

We reached the entrance, cool air drifting up and seeping through my jeans and hoodie.

She paused. “There’s no…” she twisted her head to the side, talking to me. “There’s no light.”

I stood behind her, looking down at the top her head and waiting. I didn’t care if there was any light.

She seemed to realize that when I didn’t say anything. Taking a deep breath, she stepped down, slowly finding the next stair as she grazed her hand along the wall to our right, using it to guide and steady her.

With every step she took, my cock grew harder.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she turned her head again, looking to me with a question in her eyes. It was nearly pitch black down here, some moonlight seeping in from cracks in the ceiling.

The chilled silence of the tunnels to the left and right closed in on us like walls, and I wondered if there was anyone else down here.

Walking into her, I forced her backward into the vault ahead of me. The same room I’d taken her to three years ago.

Her footsteps picked up, and she entered the chamber ahead of me, her fair hair the only thing I could make out in the darkness.

“Michael?” she called. “Where are you?”

Taking out a lighter, I pushed the button and lit the small candle on the wall sconce by the doorway.

The soft glow barely filled the room, but it was enough to see her.

I stalked toward her, noticing the mattress that was here last time now gone and replaced with a small wooden table.

“Are there people down here?” she breathed out. “I hear something.”

I kept approaching her, grabbing the string from my hood and pulling it out.

The wind blew through the cracks and crevices, making it sound as if there were whispers in the tunnels, but she didn’t realize that’s all it was. Her senses were heightened because of the fear.

“Michael?”

I grabbed her hands, hearing her small cry as I wrapped the black cord around her wrists, binding them together and tying a knot.

“Michael, what are you doing?” she demanded. “Say something!”

I took her bound arms and pulled them over her head, hooking them over another sconce high on the wall. She was forced onto her tiptoes, her body now long, tight, and stretched out.

“Michael!” She twisted and squirmed.

I stood flush with her and looked down into her eyes as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her little sweater vest and the white shirt that peeked out of the bottom of it. Lifting both, I pulled them up, including her bra, and pushed them over the top of her breasts to sit high on her chest.

“Michael, no!” she protested. “I hear something, and I’m cold.”

I dropped my eyes, looking at her perfect breasts, a little more than a handful, and her nipples as hard as bullets. “I can tell.”

I dived down, ripping the mask off, and taking one of her breasts in my mouth, cupping it in my hand and covering the nipple with my mouth.

I wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she squirmed in my hold.

Flicking the hard bud with my tongue, I played, nibbling the soft skin around her nipple and eating her up as I enjoyed free reign to touch and fondle her.

I groaned.

Shifting my head to the other side, I snatched up her other breast and left deep, hungry kisses everywhere, taking her into my mouth and dragging her sweet skin out through my teeth.

Her body shifted, and she dropped her head back, moaning.

I stood back upright and grabbed the back of her hair in one hand, reaching down with my other and slipping my fingers into her panties.

Flicking her mouth with my tongue, I looked down into her blue eyes. “Not so cold now,” I teased, my fingers engulfed in heat. “You’re nice and hot down here.”

It was spilling out of her, she was so wet.

Taking my hands off her, I backed away and gazed at her beautiful form.

One of her shoes had fallen off, and the other one was only half on. Her smooth, flat stomach and tits were on display as she stood completely helpless just for me.

Dropping to one knee in front of her, I looked up, locking eyes with her, and slid my hands under her skirt. My cock twitched at the feel of the pink lace panties she had on. Light pink.

So sweet.

Lifting up her skirt, I tongued her clit through her panties, feeling the hard, little nub though the fabric.

“Oh, God!” she cried.

Pulling the lace aside, I hesitated only for a moment, taking in her bare pussy and flawless skin before I covered her with my mouth, sucking on her clit and dragging my tongue up her length.

Pushing up her thighs, I lifted her feet off the ground and dived in, burying my tongue in her cunt.

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