When I can see again, when the room stops spinning and my legs stop threatening to give out, she's sitting on the floor at my feet, bone-white hair a mess, still grinning even as she licks my cock clean. When she finishes with one last long lick that makes me shudder and growl again, she looks up at me with those honey-gold eyes full of something I can't even begin to place and don't know if I want to.
Don't know if I can go down that road right now.
I slide down the wall until I'm sitting beside her. My legs won't support me anyway.
We sit there, breathing together, the handcuff chain pooled between us on the stone floor.
"So," Bells says finally, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. That damn grin still hasn't faded. If anything, she's grinning evenmorenow, like she won a game I didn't even realize I was playing. "Ready to go back out there and face the music?"
I stare at her.
"You'resofucking corny."
She laughs. A real honest-to-gods laugh that's more of a maniacal cackle than anything and I catch the corner of my mouth twitching.
The corner that can, at least.
The darkness starts to creep in again. This time, it doesn't completely fucking take over. I can think straight for once as I rise to my feet, pulling Bells with me.
"You sure we can't take these stupid things off?" I ask, making the chain jangle deliberately.
"Nope," she says, still grinning as she bends down to pick up her pants.
My mouth goes dry at the view as she tugs her boxers on, then her pants, the waistband pressing into her milky thighs. She hops in place on one foot to pull her pants up higher, then the other foot, her ass jiggling with each bounce.
When she finishes straightening herself out, she picks up her floppy silicone dick and brushes it off. Or tries. It's covered in lint.
“Hey. Rex.”
“What?” I ask warily.
She looks back at me. “You know how I licked your dick clean after I sucked you off?”
I stare at her. “I amnotlicking the fucking lint off your rubber dick.”
“Worth a shot,” she says, sighing. "You think Orion and Jamie would notice if I rinsed it off in their sink?"
"Yes. And they would take it the wrong way and invite you to another 'game night.' Where the game is hunting you for sport."
She smirks at me, wiping the lint-covered dick off on the outside of her pants. "You really are jealous."
"No," I mutter, watching as she shoves the dick back into her pants, sticking her tongue out as she arranges it.
She's fucking cute, even doing… this.
"Ready?" she asks when she's finished, patting the bulge in her pants into place. "It isn't sideways, is it? There’s a fucking shocking lack of mirrors in this place considering it’s a mask shop."
Because of Orion, I think to myself. He’s like me. Doesn’t want to see himself when he isn’t expecting it. "Not sideways."
I go to the door and reach for it at the same time she does, our cuffed hands brushing together.
For some reason, I don't pull away immediately this time.
She turns to me, biting her lower lip and glancing up at me through those long lashes. And then she leans up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to my cheek.
On the masked side.
Even though she knows the horror show that's beneath it.