Mask On, Lights Off
She begged him to break in and take her while she screamed; tonight he’s wearing the mask, and the safeword is the only thing standing between terror and surrender.
She'd asked for this—begged for it, really, over weeks of whispered confessions in the dark. "Make it feel real," Maria had said, her voice catching on the words. "I want to be terrified. I want to fight you and lose. I want to scream and know you won't stop unless I say the word." He'd listened without judgment, only repeating the rules back to her until her breath came fast and shallow. The safeword was red. One use and...