Baby the sound of you, better than a harmony

I want you off my mind, and on me~🎶

Chapter Twenty Three

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The hotel room was a lot better than I had expected. Just after entering there was a short hallway with a door adjacent to the entrance that led into the bedroom. The other two doors on either side led to the bathroom and walk-in closet.

The bedroom was massive and so was the bed, the comfortable red and gold sheets and comforter illuminated by the lamplight that shone dimly, barely casting it's glow throughout the entire room. The furthest wall held another door that opened into the sitting/dining area and kitchen, stocked to the brim with everything you'd ever need to prepare a meal or snack, but I wasn't hungry. I was too nervous about the day to come, not to mention the fact that Masky was with me, alone in this underground hotel room where anything could happen.

I watched with tired eyes as he removed his jacket, left wearing a white t-shirt that didn't do much to hide his slightly muscular physique.

My breath stopped, however, when his mask was removed and placed on the bedside table.

"You wanna take a shower or bath before bed?" He asked, turning to me.

I swallowed, nodding at his question and looking away, pretending to be intrigued by the paintings that were hung on the walls, depicting morbid scenes of violence, torture and death.

Masky drew closer, his hand tilting my chin up so I would look into his eyes.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Y-yeah.." truthfully I didn't know why I was so nervous around him now. Usually I'd be more talkative but after our kiss in the hallway I found it hard to meet his gaze. I'd always known that Masky was interested in me for some strange reason, what I didn't know was when the feeling became mutual.

"Are you still against killing him?" He asked, pulling me out of my reverie.

I looked away again, "I just don't know if it's the right thing to do."

"Do you want your life to go back to normal?"

"I-"

"Do you want to see your family again?"

I let out a heavy breath.

Of course I wanted all those things, but at what cost?

Masky used both hands to cup my face, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he dipped his head, his lips meeting mine and causing my heart to flutter madly in my chest.

How could he kiss me so tenderly when he kills for sport?

How could he make me feel so safe, despite knowing how dangerous he was?

Why did I allow myself to be so vulnerable with him?

It didn't make sense.

I let out a soft whimper against his lips, kissing him back just as tenderly, enjoying the feel of his lips on mine.

His tongue then delved into my mouth, sliding against mine more feverishly as one hand dropped from my face, moving down to grasp my hips as he melded our bodies together while the other gripped my hair, tugging my head back so he could have better access to my mouth.

I found it hard to breathe, my hands grasping at his shirt as small moans left my lips.

His fingers dug into me with a ferocity that left me whimpering and his own gruff moans caused a slick warmth to build up down south.

He was definitely a much better kisser than I expected. His teeth caught my lower lip between them, biting down gently before he was sucking on it, both hands now grabbing my ass cheeks.

He ended the kiss abruptly, looking down at me with that intense brown gaze that caused me to shiver, unsure of what to say or do.

"Masky..."

"You'll be fine. I won't leave you alone, okay?"

I could only nod, my mind still reeling after our second kiss.

"I'll go run you a bath."

After he left the room I collapsed onto an armchair, eyes closed as I tried to calm my racing heart.

It was quiet enough that I could hear the water running in the bathroom and the sound seemed to lull me to sleep. I realized I was nodding off when the sound of a door opening startled me awake.

He made his way over to me, offering me a hand and then pulled me to my feet when I took it.

"Tired?"

"Only a little."

He nodded in understanding, leading me to the door and into the bathroom.

It was lit by scented candles, their soft glow illuminating the large tub that had been filled with warm water, gleaming bubbles almost cascading over the edges onto the floor that was one large mirror, our reflections somewhat distorted by the miminal lighting. The four walls of the bathroom were also comprised of a variety of mirrors that made it hard to forget how close he was standing to me.

I jumped slightly when his hands touched my waist, pulling my body backwards against his as he lowered his head, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and causing me to have a small heart attack.

His body swayed with mine as he held me close and I ended up relaxing, placing my hands atop his as I smiled softly.

This is nice.

"It's so quiet there," he mumbled against my skin.

"Where?"

"In my head-"

I swallowed, unsure of what to say.

"-since I met you," he added, his hands holding me more tightly.

I bit my lower lip gently at his words, my heart constricting in my chest. I didn't know him well enough to understand what he meant by that but I could tell that he must be dealing with some heavy stuff.

I mean, no one becomes a killer without having a valid reason, right? I wanted to ask him but I wasn't sure if it was too much of a heavy topic or not. He'd just gotten comfortable with showing me his face even, I can't imagine he'd want to talk about whatever he's dealing with.

I sighed and turned to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking into his eyes wordlessly.

He gazed at me for a moment, hands still holding my waist before they started their ascent, lifting my shirt along the way and I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head.

My face was growing warmer by the second. He tugged the shirt off and looked down at me with that starving expression that compelled me to hide my chest, as if my bra wasn't already doing a good job of that.

I gulped when he tugged my shorts down as well, sliding them down my legs and allowing me to step out of them. The memory of me walking in on him flashed in my mind, making me more nervous than before.

What if he wanted to...?

He proceeded to gently unclasp my bra, sliding it down my arms and as I bit my lip, looking down at our mirrored reflections on the floor, I couldn't help the warmth that coiled in my stomach. My panties followed suit and I was left bare, hyper-aware of his eyes on me.

Whose idea was it to fill this bathroom with mirrors? Everywhere I looked I could only see myself, extremely embarassed under his watchful gaze.

He reached a hand out, brushing his knuckles over my clavicle gently before trailing his touch down to my breasts in slow movements, my nipples pebbling from the contact which allowed him to gently pinch one between his fingers, earning a whimper from me.

He groaned in response, our eyes meeting before he brushed the pad of his thumb over my lips with a sigh.

"C'mon, get in," he spoke softly after a few seconds ticked off, taking my hand again and helping me into the bathtub.

As I slid down into the warm water, the bubbles blocking the view of my body caused me to relax a bit more.

So warm.

Masky pulled up a japanese style stool, sitting next to the tub as I used the bubbles to hide the lower half of my face.

"When this is over you'll be continuing your life as if nothing happened."

Looking down at the water, I wiggled my toes, sending more bubbles to the top.

That was good to know and almost too good to be true.

I didn't know how exactly Zalgo planned to fix things but considering he could alter people's thoughts, I had high hopes. I also had Masky to thank. Our meeting had essentially saved me from a life behind bars or in a mental institution, that would have probably been even worse.

"Thank you, for everything," I spoke softly, looking up to see him studying me with his lips pressed closed, "I don't know what I would've done without your help."

He nodded, placing a hand on my head affectionately.

"Do you still want us to go our separate ways then?"

His voice sounded a bit strained and I twiddled my thumbs under the water, flicking up more bubbles.

"I... well-"

"Well?"

He was gritting his teeth, hand still on my head in that way that had my heart fluttering in my chest as I realised what he was asking.

Knowing Masky, he wouldn't want that at all. If I told him I didn't want to see him again there's no telling what he would do.

Truth be told, I don't think I even want to be away from him anymore. The more time we spent together, the more I felt attracted to him, but I knew it wasn't healthy to want the attention of someone like him.

The image of him dunking me under, my arms flailing while soapy water flooded my lungs, was all I could see flashing before my eyes.

Did I really have a choice in this moment? He already told me himself that he'd kill me if I left.

I wouldn't put it past him to do something like that.

"D-do you...?" I trailed off, looking into his eyes.

"No."

It was simple as that.

"Okay then, you have your answer," it was a few seconds before his hand slid down to my chin and he grinned, leaning in to capture my lips in a hard kiss.

My heart thudded in my chest.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him more firmly, moaning against his lips.

"Fuck-" he pulled me into his arms, uncaring that I was soaking wet at this point.

I chuckled against his lips in realization, pushing at his chest a bit to end the kiss.

"You're getting wet!"

"I'm okay with that," I didn't miss the smirk as his eyes travelled down my body and I pursed my lips to keep from smiling like an idiot.

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After my bath, Masky showered and we made it back to the bedroom with me wrapped up in a huge fluffy towel that felt like heaven. The closet had some generic clothing that would serve well enough as pajamas while our laundry was being done.

I pulled the large shirt over my head, going braless as I usually did before bed while Masky was getting me a glass of water.

I was sitting on the bed when he came back, handing me the glass.

"Still tired?" He asked as I was in the middle of gulping down water.

I nodded, finishing half the glass before placing it on the bedside table.

"You should get some rest then."

I nodded in agreement, putting my feet up and pulling the covers up to my chin.

"Come," he slid into bed as well, getting under the covers and I went to snuggle up against his warm body while he wrapped his arms around me.

I let out a small yawn, tucking my head into his chest as his hand rubbed my back in slow abstract patterns. I could hear the slow ticking of a clock somewhere in the room and that, paired with the rhythmic thudding of Masky's heartbeat wasted no time lulling me to sleep.

I was fading in and out of consciousness when I felt his soft lips meet mine and his hand grasped my ass, pressing my body against his.

"I can't wait any longer."

His deep growl had my insides spasming and I let out a small sound, opening my mouth to him, licking at his tongue.

I felt like I was in a state between sleep and wakefulness, my body sizzling wherever he touched as he continued the slow torture.

Breaking the kiss he started to suck on my neck, rolling us over so he was on top of me as I tried to grasp his shirt to keep a grip on reality.

"Spread your legs," he spoke gruffly and I complied, allowing him to settle between my legs, my underwear doing nothing to protect me from the feel of him pressing up against me.

I'm definitely awake now.

His hands were under my shirt then, toying with my breasts as I arched up a bit from the pleasure, eyes still closed. The feel of his warm mouth kissing down my neck and then closing around one pert nipple caused me to shiver in ecstasy. After spending some time toying with my breasts he continued the trail of kisses lower, past my trembling stomach and down to my overheating core.

He was kissing me through my panties, butterflies filling my tummy as I felt him press his nose up against me.

"M-Masky-"

A hand was slapped over my mouth and I sucked in a sharp breath when his free hand slid my panties down, exposing me to him in the most explicit way.

His thumb found me wet, pressing firmly against my mound before I felt his mouth on me, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud there. His moan met my muffled one as he slowly guided his tongue in all the right places, slipping it inside every once in a while for added effect.

I was arching my back like I was posessed as he went to work, the hand that was covering my mouth now removed as it was being used to aid in spreading me open for him.

It was all too much at this point and I tried pressing my legs together but he held them open, continuing to torture me with his tongue.

Before long I felt him slide a finger inside, curling it upwards and flexing, making my entire body convulse from sensory overload.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned out against me and I bit my lip, my chest heaving as I felt myself nearing orgasm with each flick of his tongue while his finger rubbed inside me, juices leaking out and making a squelching sound that got mixed in with both our moans.

This was more than I'd ever imagined. His fingers, his tongue, the gruff sound of his voice- everything about him turned me on. He seemed to be enjoying himself too as I fisted the sheets tightly, legs shaking while he continued to suck and finger me relentlessly.

Another finger was all it took for me to come undone, my body jerking and bucking under him, my hands reaching down so I could knit my fingers in his hair while he continued the assault.

"Mmh~" he was definitely enjoying himself, giving me an open mouthed kiss down there before he made his way back up, kissing my other lips deeply while he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me.

"I'm not done with you," he mumbled in-between kisses and I whimpered against his lips, my body clenching in anticipation.

Zalgo was right.

Maybe I wouldn't survive the night afterall.

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It begins.