All Mine by Jesse Joren Page B

quiet.
    Predictably, your knee
tried to find my balls. I maneuvered myself between your thighs,
pinning you against the unyielding wood floor. My hips did a slow
twist against yours, letting you feel my hardness. Just a hint of
the plans I had for you.
    There was anger in your
eyes, and I relished it, thinking how it would turn to passion of
another kind if I did this right. I was smiling, but I knew all you
saw were the same crazed eyes looking out of the grotesque
mask.
    There were Death masks,
and there were horrible Death masks. I'd chosen the most hideous
one I could find, just for you. How does the old saying go? The
Devil is in the details?
    Sometimes there’s a lot of truth in
those old sayings.
    The next part was tricky.
I pressed my palm over your mouth and nose. Pure instinct made your
hands come up to break my grip on your face as you fought for
air.
    While you struggled I used
my free hand to find a roll of bondage tape that I’d hidden under
the cape. I released your face, letting you have one reflexive gulp
of air. That was my chance to seal your mouth closed with a wide
black strip of the tape.
    Jerking your hands up
between our bodies, I passed the tape under and over your wrists,
binding them together in a quick, tight series of X-twists. You
weren’t going anywhere now.
    "That should make it
easier to get you upstairs." I got to my feet and pulled you up
against me. The bandana had fallen off in the struggle, and your
hair spilled over your shoulders. Your eyes blazed up at me over
the tape.
    My cock pleaded with me to
just rip your skirt up and take you against the nearest wall. The
one beside the stone fireplace looked just about right for what I
had in mind. A few thrusts into you and it would be
done.
    A cooler part of my brain
prevailed. This evening was an enormous risk. It was too long in
the making, with too much at stake, to end with a stand-up
fuck.
    Your body quivered against
mine as I whispered against your ear.
    "Know what, Jenna? I’m
gonna fuck you until you scream. Let’s play upstairs. Anyone can
look in these windows and see what you're doing. I've done it many
times."
    I killed the lamps until
the downstairs went dark. I didn't want any leftover goblins
ringing the doorbell and interrupting us. You were going to make
plenty of noise, but it was Halloween. A few screams in the night
were only to be expected.
    I snagged the plastic
pumpkin to bring upstairs along with us. Pausing in the upstairs
hallway, I considered the best place to enjoy you.
    Hubby’s office? A desk was too
uncomfortable for what I had in mind.
    Guest room? The bed was only a
futon.
    Bathroom? The lure of the
water might have tempted me in the summer, but it was a little too
cold on a fall night.
    At the end of the hall was
the master bedroom, facing the back of the house and overlooking a
huge natural back yard. That would be more private, better for what
I had in mind.
    I carried you into the
darkened room and snapped on a bedside lamp, pleased with my
choice. I liked the soft lighting, the simple but expensive
mission-style furniture, the neutral shades of white and wheat. The
only splash of color was the ruby-red quilt on the low, wide bed.
This was the stage where I would take you.
    I kicked the heavy teak
door shut behind us. "End of the line, Jenna." The hollow tones
from behind the mask gave the words menace.
    I eased you from my shoulder and
placed you on the foot of the bed. There was a small wooden chair
tucked under a nearby vanity, and I used it to wedge under the
doorknob.
    You’d put up a good struggle
downstairs, and you were not one to simply cry and plead. At some
point you might slip out of my hands. If you did, that chair
slowing you down might be the split second I needed to regain
control.
    Your eyes challenged me
over the tape on your mouth. You seemed more angry than afraid, but
my sudden reach made you flinch.
    "Relax, Jenna. I’m just
taking the tape off your mouth. Don’t struggle, or