“You’re getting braver,” he says, almost with admiration, then his tone shifts menacingly. “But you should be scared. A zebra doesn’t laugh in the face of a lion when she’s standing in his jaws. I won’t ask you again.”
“What if I don’t do as you say?”
“Then, I’ll make you,” he threatens, resting his hands on either side of my hips to box me in. His manly leathery scent surrounds me, a forbidden musky aroma that I shouldn’t like, but I do. “Don’t make it any more difficult than it needs to be.”
My courageousness wavers. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“No,” he replies. “I won’t hurt you, not unless you ask nicely. But I will destroy anyone who so much as breathes at you in the wrong way. Now, turn.”
I comply, watching his masked face loom behind me in the mirror.
“Spread your legs wide,” he orders.
Shaking, I do it, using the sink to steady myself. His gloved fingers tickle the backs of my thighs.
“Anyone could walk in,” I say.
“So?” he says, moving his hand higher. “Do you like that?”
“No,” I lie.
His fingertip strokes the laced edge of my panties and slides between my legs, gliding along the length of my pussy. This doesn’t count as being touched, right? Not when it’s fabric over fabric. I tremble, gripping the sink harder.
“Keep looking in the mirror,” he says. “I want you to watch yourself when I make you come.”
He rubs my clit; the friction ignites a lusty warmth that makes me wet. He pulls the fabric taut, trapping my clit, before curling his finger and slipping it into my panties.
“Is this the first time your little virgin pussy has been touched?” he asks.
“No,” I whimper.
“Liar.” He pushes a gloved finger inside me without warning, and I gasp from the unexpected motion. “Don’t lie to me, Little Ghost. I’m the first man to be inside your tight little hole, aren’t I? Tell the truth.”
He finger fucks me more aggressively, forcing my breath to come in short bursts.
“Yes,” I gasp. “You are.”
“Good girl,” he praises, slowing his pace, then withdrawing. I stare into his masked reflection, wondering what he really looks like. He raises his hand to my mouth, the black glove glistening with my arousal. “Suck them clean.”
“I—” He cuts off my sentence by shoving his fingers into my mouth. “Taste yourself, Little Ghost.”
He pushes his fingers deep. I choke as he pumps them back and forth, brushing my tonsils.
“You’re a natural,” he compliments. “Suck my fingers like you’re sucking my cock.”
I splutter in shock, and he rams another finger into my mouth, stretching my jaw like he’s preparing me for something bigger.
“Mmm. Do you want more, Little Ghost?” he asks. “Does your pussy want to be tasted?”
I gargle in response. Spit runs down my chin as he extracts his fingers.
“I’ll give you what you need.” His voice deepens. “All you’ve got to do is ask for it.”
“Eli,” I whimper. “I…”
“Hearing my name come out of your lips…” He groans, his erection digging into my ass. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
I back up, pushing my ass against him without thinking.
