He wrapped his tie around my eyes and bent me over the table, stripping me of everything but my lace bottoms.

“What are you thinking right now?” he asked, running a palm over my ass.

“This is all a dream, and I’ll wake up soon,” I whispered. His hand was replaced with something cold and metallic; my stomach dipped when I felt the rim of a smooth blade against my flesh.

“Does this feel real enough?” He dragged the knife across my left cheek, causing me to let out a sharp hiss.

He kept one hand pressed down on the center of my back, preventing me from moving anywhere.

I felt a slow trickle of blood begin to run down my leg. A second later, his mouth was covering where he’d just cut me, and he was biting down. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bit back a whimper.

You like this.

Something made a small sound to my right, a little way above my head. I slightly jerked, crying out when he dragged his knife across my other globe, repeating the same action from before, only this time he swiped his tongue over the wound.

“When all you can think about is my dick inside your pussy and my hand around your throat, is that real?”

“How do you know–?”

“I watch you, Katie. I’m always watching you.” He made another cut, going a little deeper than he had the first time. I endured it; I wanted it.

“Answer me.” He gripped both my cheeks, digging his fingers into where he cut them, and spreading them apart. I cried out, wriggling in an attempt to get him off. Blood was running from me onto the table now.

“It’s real. I don’t understand it, but you’re all I think about.” I abruptly stopped talking when he flipped me over onto my back, the glass table groaning beneath my weight.

He grabbed hold of my legs, hooking them over his shoulders, pulling me through the small puddle of crimson.

“I’ll show you.”

Show me what?

Holding my legs firm, his mouth found its way between my thighs, where he teased an area I considered off limits. The very tip of his tongue eased in and out of my ass, circling the rim, then moving up to tease my clit.

He flattened it, moving back down again, pushing it into the puckered hole a bit further than before. I didn’t know this was a thing; it felt incredible. If he weren't holding my legs, I would have jerked off the table.

More. Take more.

There was no encouragement needed; I grabbed at his shoulders until he finally stopped, too breathless to say anything.

“I know what you need.” Gripping my ankles, he flipped me back onto my stomach, positioning me so I was flush against him. The smooth head of his cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He held my cheeks spread open and forced himself inside.

The scream that unfurled from my throat echoed through his entire house.

It hurt so much worse than the first time he took me. My fingers glided across the bloody tabletop in my desperate attempt to hold onto something. My ass burned from the inside out, the hold he had on me kept me from running away.

When something started burning flesh, my voice gave out. It felt like he was playing roulette on my back with a lit cigarette. By the time I realized it was candle wax, I was used to it.

“You can’t ever leave me, Katie.” He sounded manic, like he truly couldn’t cope if I weren't there, shoving me into another orbit of confusion.

His thrusts grew harder, smashing my stomach into the table. The legs screeched on the marble floor as it began to move. He seesawed in and out of my ass, holding me down by the back of the head. Everything became too much; it hurt so bad it began to feel good.

“God, Mason,” I moaned his name, repeating the same two words over and over again, feeling the familiar pressure building inside me, the pleasure ready to pervade through my body.

He lurched down, biting my shoulder. The pain was exactly what I needed for us to come together.

I felt his warm come sliding between my cheeks once he pulled out. The tie was all but torn away from my face; he spun me around, pulling me into him and attacking my mouth.

My body was trembling, and my entire backside hurt, but I didn’t care. I kissed him back with the same aggressive passion he was giving me.

He was the perfect man with an unusual avocation. Someone I should have been fighting tooth and nail to get away from, but I’m not sure I had much of a choice when it came to wanting him.

If only someone would have told me all the things I didn’t yet know.