𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Twelve

Isabella

I stood there, my body tense with anticipation and fear as Ghostface loomed over me, his grip firm and unyielding. Despite the terror that gripped my heart, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through my veins, a dark and forbidden excitement that I couldn't deny.

"What's the matter, little pet?" His voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you like it when I hold you like this?"

I tried to muster a response, but my voice failed me. I was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, my body betraying me with every tremor and shiver.

Ghostface leaned in closer, his masked face inches from mine. "You're trembling," he observed, his tone almost mocking. "Are you scared, or are you...excited?"

I couldn't bring myself to answer. His words stirred something deep within me, a primal instinct that I couldn't control. I was scared, yes, but there was a part of me that was undeniably aroused by his dominance, his control over me.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his grip tightening slightly. "You like being at my mercy, helpless and vulnerable."Shit Shit Shit

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan that threatened to escape. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure and fear crashing over me in equal measure.

As he touched my skin, I can't help but feel a rush of sensations unlike anything I've ever experienced. No man has ever touched me like this before, and he's barely touching me. I'm technically still a virgin. But not really I've already torn my hymen due to playing with large toys. I've never actually been sexual with a man yet.

His leather glove's fingers traced delicate patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I shouldn't be feeling this way, not with him, not after everything he's done to me. But there's a part of me that's...turned on.

"You're mine," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Mine to do with as I please."

I couldn't deny the truth in his words. I was completely under his control, and a part of me relished in the forbidden thrill of it all.

He leaned back slightly, his masked face hovering in front of mine. "Tell me, little pet," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Do you enjoy being touched like this?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "No," I whispered, but even I could hear the lie in my own voice.

His grip tightened further, and I gasped, a rush of arousal flooding through me. "Liar," he hissed, his tone both menacing and seductive. "I can feel how much you want this."

I tried to deny it, but my body betrayed me. I could feel the heat building between my legs, aching for his touch, his control.

"Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "Please stop."

But he silenced me with a finger against my lips, a cruel smile playing on his masked face. "Shh," he murmured. "There's no need for your words. Your body speaks volumes itself."

He continued to toy with me, his touch alternating between rough and teasing. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin, sending shivers of pleasure and fear down my spine.