A mask was hiding part of his face. In the dim light of my apartment, he was standing right in the center of my living room, with just that. A mask and his black jeans opened already for the night. He wasn't saying a word, but his eyes were penetrating me.

"Psycho?" I said. Of course, I did not call him psycho, but for the sake of this story he will be Psycho, I will be Mia. He didn't answer, but he took a few steps toward me. The low lights of the outside street enlightened his arms, completely covered in tattoos. His chest was toned and sensual. The blonde hair was partially covered by the mask and tightly collected in a little tail.

He took another step. So close to me, that I could hear his breath. His heart.

"Mia," He said, his voice low and seductive as he offered me a hand. "Come." He added.

I was in shock. I didn't know what to do. No, that's not true. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I was just scared to do it.

"Mia, baby." He encouraged me. I took his hand, and he instantly pulled me against his chest. I knew the face behind the mask. I knew the man behind that mask, but now that he was wearing it, I felt that he was showing me a new side of him. A darker side of him.

His arms closed me against him in a steel grasp. He was way taller and much stronger than me, and he was using all that to his gain. For his victory.

His fingers began to caress my face slowly. His thumb rubbed over my lips, so lustfully that I already sensed the excitement burning in my veins. He was examining me. He knew my body already, it was not the first time I was falling in his embrace, but with him every single time was different. That night, he wanted to explore and I was the unknown land he wanted to conquer.

Then, his hand wandered down over my dress. It was a simple black lace dress. Simple, but with great effect because for the one who would stare closely and more carefully, the underneath world of lingerie could be shown. He turned me around, his fingers grasping the fabric, tearing it apart in one quick move. What remained of my dress fell on the floor leaving me exposed.

He growled as his fingers caressed my back down to cup my ass with both hands.

"Mia..." He growled again. "Bend over." He ordered, and I followed his orders.

I bent over, my hands leaning against my knees, my eyes staring right in front of me at the entrance door, as I felt him wandering behind me, moving like a wild animal, hungry.

Slap!

His hand lowered over my right cheek without a warning, gaining a big gasp from my lips. The surprise of that unexpected spank made my heart race like never before. It was beating in my chest then up in my throat and I sealed my lips with the fear of seeing it roll over the floor if he was to spank me again.

Slap!

Another one, this time on the left cheek, before I felt his lips kissing the very same spots he had just spanked. I dared to look back and saw him crouched down behind me, right in time to feel his tongue licking up my thighs, teasing my silk panties with his tip.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Mia?" He asked, while his hand crawled over those wet panties, caressing the sensitive core of my pussy through the fabric, then letting a little slap send electric shocks through my clit right to my brain.

"Are you?"

"Oh yes, Psycho! I'm gonna be your good girl!" I answered desperately. All I wanted was to feel his tongue again on me. I wanted it so bad that I didn't even realize I was shaking for keeping that position.

A sound. Something was dragged around the room, over the tiles of my floor. An iron chair, one of those I had chosen for the romantic dinner I wanted to do for him. But all the food was still there. Psycho was hungry for something else. Soon, I saw him dragging that chair and placing it right in front of me. He sat down, his legs spread wide as he called me over him with his finger.

"Come here."

I moved and instantly kneeled between his legs. I watched him, observed that beautiful body, read between the lines of his tattoos and muscles, and tried to decipher what was underneath the flesh. He cupped my face with one hand, sinking his long fingers in my hair, while his other hand reached into his boxers, exposing the tip of a very hard shaft. Just the tip though.

"Do you see what you do to me?"

I nodded, but my eyes were all there for that tip. I felt my mouth watering, my tongue vibrating. I was hungry too now. He noticed that look in my eyes and moved his boxers a bit lower, uncovering more of his hard cock to me. It was engorged. He just had a little taste of me and he already wanted me so bad. That made me even more excited. Even hungrier.

"Please..." I said with the tiniest of voices.

"Louder!"

"Please!"

"Please what?" He asked, while his fingers grasped my hair and forced me to look up. I could see his eyes through the mask and they were sparkling. He wanted to hear it out loud.

"Please let me taste it."

Psycho smiled. He let my hair go, pushing his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His erected cock stood before me, inviting me to have a taste of that sinful forbidden fruit. He guided it toward my lips, the head almost touching them. He didn't need to talk.

I took a taste. My tongue slowly filled the space and licked that head, savoring the little drops drooling for me. I leaned closer, my lips shyly taking the first inch of his long shaft, sucking it avidly, conquering a long moan from him.

"Mia," he groaned, "take it. All."

His voice was hot melting honey over my soul. Everything he'd say, I'd immediately want to do and so as soon as he finished, eyes still in his, my lips traveled down, choking over his large cock. He moaned louder, twitching over my tongue, bucking his hips forward right down my throat.

He wanted complete control of me, of the situation, yet the moment he had found himself where he desired the most, I could feel something of his over-disciplined attitude breaking in pieces, giving me a peak of the pulsing red soul behind that shiny cover. It was life itself, it was blood and flesh and beauty beyond the surface.

His cock slid out of my lips, leaving behind a trail of saliva and phlegm, a long chain that connected my lips to his cock head. He panted hard, the same as me as I gasped for air. Time stopped. The air around us stopped flowing, there was just him and me and the desire we had for each other. I knew he was choosing. What to do with me? Continuing to push into my mouth or give into that craving he had and own me whole?

The debauched chain that kept me tied to him was broken and time began to flow again as he stood up, pulling me up with him. We both fell onto the couch as he took a taste of my soaked lips, kissing me with firey desire growling like a wild animal. He rolled us both over, pushing my back over the soft cushions and spreading my legs with his own, while he pushed my panties aside.

He looked down at me for a long moment, the head of his cock pulsing against my clit before he thrust himself into my pussy with a strong push. I felt him all at once penetrating me and let out a scream of pleasure. Finally. Oh, finally he was taking me, owning me whole. All. He stopped there. The tip of his erection rubbed on the sensitive walls of my core as I shivered in lust.

"Mia," he growled. "You're mine. You. Are. Mine!"

"Yes!"

And with that scream he slid almost all out of me, just to thrust himself again deep in my pussy. Again and again and again. The over-controlled Psycho who started that game was gone and in exchange, there he was. Still in control, grasping the bridles of our night, but letting his own desires drool over his persona, allowing his own little one to observe the beauty of the flaws created by his own desire for her.

Imperfections that made him unique in my eyes, and the more he pushed, pulling me closer, embracing me in his arms with starving desire, the more I wanted to gift him with all the pleasure I have ever had. Everything was his, everything I was, everything I was feeling, everything I was conquering was his.

He pulled me up against him, his skin slick from the sweat crushed against my own, as he picked me up in his arms and closed me against the wall. My legs around his hips, my hands forced above my head as he speared in me again and again and again, relentlessly, tirelessly. We were one.

"Mia..." He screamed, his hand hitting the wall behind me, as he pushed me over my knees.

He didn't need to talk. I took him again in my mouth, sucking with want... no... with the need for what was so close to arriving.

"Mia, fuck, don't stop!"

I didn't. I could never. All I coveted was that oh-so-close moment. My lips were swollen, my tongue moved non-stop, and I was all he craved.

"Mia!!!"

I felt it. That first drop of hot cum arrived on my tongue when he shouted my name, but soon the waves of his liquid pleasure flooded my mouth, gifting me with the greatest present of all. He looked down as he kept on shooting long ropes of cum for me. Then he carefully let out his cock, crouching down in front of me. He cupped my face and slowly pulled me into the deepest, the more passionate kiss I've ever received. His tongue licked mine, and his lips healed my swollen ones as he pulled me into his arms.

We collapsed over the floor as he removed the mask, throwing it away. Finally, his face. He smiled down at me, caressing me with the greatest sweetness, keeping me in his arms as if I was all his.

"I'm not done with you, yet." He murmured before he kissed my forehead.

"You better," I replied, curling over his chest.