Blade’s hands move slowly and deliberately, washing away the remnants of our earlier activities with gentle strokes. His touch is firm but careful, as though he’s taking his time to care for me in this moment. The soft sponge glides over my skin, up my arms and across my shoulders. My eyes flutter, groggy, beneath the blindfold.
The water feels like silk against my skin, and as Blade’s hands move lower, brushing over my breasts and stomach in slow, careful circles, I can feel myself drift into a state of calm. My heart, which had been racing just minutes ago, begins to slow with each tender stroke.
“Shhh,” he soothes when I let out another soft moan, his voice low and steady. “Just relax.”
I do, letting the last of my tension melt away under his touch. Each pass of his hands calms me, the remnants of the night slowly washing away. By the time Blade finishes, I feel a strange sense of serenity.
“There you go,” he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. “All cleaned up.”
He pulls me from the water with ease, wrapping a soft towel around my body. I rest my head against his chest, the warmth of him making me feel drowsy, content. As he carriesme out of the bathroom, I hear a quiet conversation between Blade and Shadow, but I can’t make out the words. The steady thrum of my heartbeat drowns out everything else.
Blade sets me down on a soft bed, cradling me against him as he runs his fingers through my hair in slow, soothing motions. “Are you doing okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, tinged with an unexpected tenderness.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Why are you being so nice?” I finally ask, the question slipping from my lips before I can stop it.
Blade laughs quietly, moving away from me to pull a blanket over my body. “Because aftercare is important,” he replies. “I need to make sure you’re still doing okay. I’m keeping you until Sunday, so we’ve got more games planned for tomorrow. Are you ready?”
“Probably not,” I admit with a small smile, biting my lip. His laughter is low and easy, filling the room with warmth.
The bed dips as Blade leans over, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight, Red,” he whispers, his voice low and intimate. “There’s a water bottle on the nightstand, along with some snacks. You can take the blindfold off once you hear the door shut. Sweet dreams.”
His last words linger in the air, more like a promise—or perhaps a warning—than an endearment. The door clicks shut, and the room falls into silence. I sit up slowly, pulling the blindfold from my eyes, blinking as I adjust to the dim light.
The room is large and comfortable, a small lamp casting a soft glow over the nightstand. A tray of fruit and water sits neatly beside me. To my left, a door leads to an ensuite bathroom, and the door to the bedroom stands directly across from me.
I consider getting up to explore, but find myself tooexhausted to move. Instead, I grab the water, taking a long gulp before settling back into the bed. My head sinks into the silk pillow, my body heavy with the events of the night. As sleep claims me, images of Blade, Raven, and Shadow flicker through my mind. I wonder, not for the first time, what they look like behind their masks…
34
As Shadow hands me a glass of whiskey and passes one to Blade, I can feel the excitement building in the room. The warm liquid burns as it goes down my throat, adding to the anticipation of what's to come tomorrow.
"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Shadow asks, his eyes glittering with mischief.
"We ramp it up," Blade responds after taking a long sip. "We took it too easy on her. I want to really scare her."
A thrill runs through me at his words, raising my hackles in excitement. "You want to frighten her?" I challenge, savoring the sharp burn of the whiskey in my throat.
Shadow nods with a devilish grin. "Scare, thrill, whatever you want to call it," he muses, swirling his drink around in his glass. "Fear can be a powerful aphrodisiac, after all."
I make a noncommittal noise, taking another sip of my whiskey as I consider Shadow's words. The memory of Red's flushed face and trembling body under our touch flashes through my mind, making my cock twitch in response.
Blade joins in with a wicked grin of his own. "Exactly. Iwant to see how far we can push her," he asserts confidently, setting down his empty tumbler on the table.
Sleep refuses to come, my body restless and my mind alive with anticipation. Frustrated, I sit up and glance at the clock—just after 2 a.m. With a groan, I discard my underwear and reach for my mask, slipping it on as I head down the hallway toward Red's room. The house is quiet, the stillness amplifying my arousal with each step. My cock throbs between my legs, begging for release.
At her door, I pause, listening for any sign of movement before silently slipping inside. The room is dark, moonlight casting a faint glow across the floor. I close the door with a soft click and approach her bed, my eyes falling on Red’s sleeping form. She’s lying on her stomach, her slow, steady breathing inviting me closer.
Kneeling at the edge of the mattress, I nudge her legs apart gently, unable to resist the temptation between them. My gaze lingers on her, my desire mounting as I grab a pillow and place it over her head—muffling her sounds and hiding my identity.
I lower myself onto my stomach, pressing my aching cock against the mattress, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My self-control slips as I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her hips toward my mouth, my lips finding her wet heat.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I lose myself in her taste, my tongue lapping eagerly. She stirs beneath me, her body responding to the pleasure even in her sleep. Her soft whimpers drive me wild, pushing me to explore deeper, to take more.
I slip a finger inside her, then another, my thumb circling her clit in a rhythm that matches her growing gasps. She’ssoaking wet, dripping onto my fingers as I devour every drop. Her unconscious moans, her body’s eager response, fuels me, pushing me to the edge.
Just as she’s about to come, trembling under my touch, I pull back. Panting, I watch her quiver, savoring her frustration even in sleep. Her sleepy whine only makes me harder.
With a groan, I rise to my knees, positioning myself between her legs. My hands trace her curves, savoring the heat radiating from her skin. Gripping my cock, I drag the tip along her slick wetness, groaning as I coat myself in her arousal, ready to take her.
