Masquerade

by Arabella Quinn

  "Yes, that sounds lovely." She smiled so innocently.

  He placed her hand in the crook of his arm and led her out the French doors onto the patio. He led her down the two steps onto the path that wound around the lush gardens. She walked lightly at his side, occasionally glancing up to stare at him. He patted her hand as he led her right to a secluded spot amongst the greenery. She was smiling dreamily when he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her against his body. He dipped his head and took her mouth as it opened in a little O shape of surprise. Her initial resistance melted as his tongue explored her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, as he deepened the kiss. He felt his cock responding; tonight he would have her.

  His fingers slid up her arms and brushed across the tops of her straining breasts. He ran a palm over the top of her dress, feeling her hard tight nipples beneath the silky material. He dipped a finger under the fabric of her bodice, flicking a taut nipple. While his tongue explored her delicious mouth, he felt her soft moan.

  He broke the long kiss and looked into her half-closed eyes. She looked drugged with pleasure. He brought his thumbs up to rub her nipples through the silky fabric as his lips descended on the luscious mounds. He kissed and licked the exposed tops of her breasts, watching her head loll back in ecstasy. He slipped his hand inside her bodice, able to free her breast from the confines of the dress. He raised her perfect pink tipped breast to his mouth and feasted on it. He laved her nipple with his tongue and nipped it tenderly with his teeth. He circled the taut bud with his tongue and then sucked firmly on it causing her soft whimpers to turn to louder moans of pleasure.

  He was able to free the other breast, but the tight fabric caused her fully exposed breasts to press even more scandalously together. He felt his throbbing cock twitch in his pants as he stared at the lovely sight, before taking the other breast into his mouth. He gave the other nipple a firm pinch as he sucked, causing her to groan and press her hips into his needy cock. God, he needed her now.

  Just then loud laughter pealed out into the night air. Someone was approaching them. Derek watched as Julia's face turned from passionate to alarmed as she slowly regained focus. She quickly fixed her dress. "I…I need to go." She turned and began hurrying back toward the ballroom.

  You're not getting away so easily this time. Derek gritted his teeth and went after her. He caught up to her on the veranda, nodding at another couple enjoying the night air, and took her elbow. "What's the big hurry, Cynthia?"

  Julia practically pulled him over to the doors. "I just don't want to miss any of the party."

  He could feel her trying to disengage her arm, but he didn't want to let her go that easily. "Would you like to dance again?"

  Derek could see her mind working furiously for an excuse to leave him. She scanned the ballroom looking for a way out. Suddenly, Derek felt her whole body tense and her face turn pale. He looked across the room to see what had made her so frightened.

  It was his father. Jackson had seen them enter from the patio together and had obviously recognized the two of them. A dark look had brushed across his features before he started to head over directly to them. He wondered why Julia was practically jumping out of her skin at his approach. He watched as Jackson got way laid by some friends at the same time that Julia twisted out of his grasp. She mumbled something to him as she shot away through the crowd out of his reach.

  He bumped through the crowd, trying to keep her small form in view. She was obviously trying to escape his father, but why? She had just been dancing quite happily with the man. He followed her as she came to the opposite end of the ballroom and slipped through a door on the far wall. By the time Derek reached the door and entered, she was out of sight. He found himself in a dimly lit hallway. He slowly walked down the deserted hall, listening for any sounds. He tried several doors, but they were locked. He continued to follow the hall and try the door handles. Finally a doorknob on the left side turned.

  He entered the room and immediately saw her standing in the glow of the soft lamplight. "Cynthia, what are you doing in here?"

  She looked around nervously licking her lips. "I, uh, was just looking for the powder room to freshen up."

  He took a step toward her. "Well, this isn't it."

  She wrung her hands in front of her. "Yes. I see that."

  He took another step. "Were you running away from me? Are you scared of me?"

  He saw her chin rise up and a defiant look flash across her eyes from behind the feathered mask. "No! Of course not. I just…I just got tired of the crowd and the noise. I just wanted to rest a moment."

  Derek saw her hands trembling slightly. She was very nervous around him; and instead, he wanted to see that passionate spark fire in her. "Do you mind if I stay and keep you company?"

  She shook her head mutely.

  They were in a study of sorts. Derek approached the wet bar on the nearby wall. "Would you like a drink? Perhaps a glass of water?"

  Julia glanced timidly his way. "A water would be great."

  He found two glasses and filled them with ice, before adding water from the elegant pitcher. He handed the glass to her, inviting her to sit on the leather couch besides him. He noticed how she sat on the end of the couch farthest from him.

  "Now that we're away from the party, how about we remove these masks, so that I can see you properly?"

  He saw her eyes fly wide open in surprise. "Oh no! Um, I mean, it's much more mysterious with our masks on, don't you think?" She gulped nervously at her water.

  He smiled inwardly. "Okay. I love a good mystery." He eased closer to her on the couch. "So, Cynthia, what or who are we hiding from in here?"

  Derek watched the spark of annoyance light her eyes again. She spoke quite haughtily, "You seem to make a lot of assumptions, Derek. Maybe I was trying to get away from you."

  Derek gave her a lop-sided grin. "No, I don't believe that at all. In fact, I believe you were quite enjoying yourself with me earlier. If we weren't interrupted, I think you would have been begging me to make love to you."

  Julia gasped before her mouth fell open in astonishment. "You arrogant…"

  Derek didn't give her time to finish her sentence; he closed the gap between them and took her mouth with his own lips. Her hands pushed against his chest for only moments, before her mouth softened and she returned his kiss with a passionate fire.

  ***

  Fragments of thoughts tumbled around my head. I sat on the couch next to Derek, wondering how I would escape. Earlier, in the gardens, I would have given him anything he wanted. When I had escaped in the nick of time, only to enter the ballroom and see Jackson's harsh stare, with him probably wondering what I was doing with his son, I panicked. I was afraid Jackson would give away my identity. It would be just one more humiliating scene to endure in front of Derek.

  I fled, like Cinderella rushing out of the ballroom at midnight. I hadn't expected Derek to follow me. And now, I felt trapped in this small room with his very presence calling out to me in such a provocative manner. I could feel the chemistry sizzling between us. I could not suppress the tiny tremble that ran through my body as I thought of all the naughty fantasies I had of him.

  Suddenly, he reminded me why I also thought he was an arrogant prick. Before I could even voice my objections to his over inflated self-confidence, he was kissing me. My arms wrapped around his neck as if on autopilot. My head started spinning with intense need for him. I felt his hand snake its way through the many layers of the puffy skirt of my dress, and slide up my inner thigh. Too many layers separated my burning pussy from his wicked fingers. I whimpered as I finally felt a finger slide past my panties and find my waiting pussy. A hot sticky heat pooled between my legs. I shifted on the couch trying urgently to get his fingers closer to my center. All thoughts were brushed aside except for my feverish desire to feel him inside me.

  A finger brushed against my swollen clit causing me to moan. Another finger dipped
into my throbbing pussy as his lips left my mouth and trailed down my neck. I felt his other hand caressing my breast through the fabric of the dress. Without thinking, I arched my back, thrusting my chest closer to his hand and grinding my pussy onto his fingers. I wanted all of him.

  Without warning he pulled away from me muttering, "Damn." My eyes flew open, searching his face to see why he would stop the exquisite torture. He gave me a smoldering look. "Too many damn clothes. Take them off for me."

  I sat on the couch shaking with need for him. This was the point of no return. And I knew what I wanted. I had known for weeks.

  I stood in front of him and kicked off my shoes. I slowly peeled the dress off my shoulders and lowered it, teasing him with just a glimpse of my breasts. Very deliberately I lowered the dress so that my breasts were now fully bared. I felt his eyes burning into me with desire. I experienced a certain power, turning him on with the sight of my body.

  The mask gave me a boost of confidence. I brought my hands up to my breasts, fondling them gently. My hands slid over my nipples, pinching and tweaking them. I noted with satisfaction how Derek shifted in his seat. Next, I stepped out of the full skirt of the dress, as elegantly as I could, considering I was a bit tipsy. I still had on a crinoline under the dress, which I slid down my curvy hips very seductively. I stood before him only in my panties. Before I grew unnerved, I whisked the panties down my legs, stepping out of them.

  I stood before him, completely nude - as I had been once before. My limbs shook slightly in anticipation as his eyes roved over my body.

  "Ah, Cynthia. You are like a goddess." His words swept over me like a forest fire. I stepped toward him, climbing onto his lap. My pussy yearned for his touch. His hands lightly caressed my sides, and up and down my back, as he gently probed my mouth with his tongue. He was being so kind and tender and yet I wanted him to take me forcefully.

  My hand started sliding down to reach for his cock. He moved like a loaded spring, grabbing my hands and pinning them behind my back. Out of nowhere, he produced a silk scarf and tied it securely around my wrists. He pushed me back against the cushions of the couch. "I know exactly what you want, you naughty girl."

  I don't know if it was being tied up naked in front of the incredibly sexy man or his ominous words, but I shivered in sheer anticipation. My stomach dropped for a moment as I thought he was going to remove my mask, but instead, he plucked a black feather from it. He brought the feather slowly to my taut nipple, teasing it with soft delicate strokes. It didn't seem possible, but my nipple seemed to tighten even more under his ministrations. He tickled the feather down my side and over my flat stomach. I wiggled slightly as I watched the feather slide lower still, over my completely smooth mound.

  Derek growled lowly, "Open your legs."

  I watched his eyes darken as I slowly slid my legs wide open before him. He knelt between my legs and slid the dark feather lower toward my most intimate parts. I felt the soft tickling on my slick folds. A burning heat was raging at my very core. It took all my will power not to lift my hips toward him. Derek teased me mercilessly with the feather. He worked it up and down my body until I was whimpering with need. I gasped when I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips. I was hoping his mouth would descend on me, but it was still endless torture with the feather. My hips did thrust off the couch when I felt the soft touch of the feather on my clit. The feeling of need was unbearable.

  "Please, Derek!" I pleaded with him.

  Derek stood and looked down at my naked body, now sprawled out on the couch with my legs wide open. He scooped a piece of ice from his drink. He slid the ice down my neck and over my breast. I felt a little electric jolt buzz down straight to my pussy as the ice touched my nipple. He circled the ice around the tight bud before trailing off to find the other nipple. As he iced the other, his hot mouth closed around my cold tight nipple. His tongue worked magic on it, causing a dull ache to form in my throbbing pussy.

  I pulled on the restraints behind my back. I needed to relieve my aching pussy so badly. "Please Derek, I need you." I could hear my panting voice begging him.

  The ice left my other nipple as his mouth descended on it. I gasped at the wonderful sensation. Derek's mouth followed the cube lower still. He traced the ice over my side and down to my thigh. His mouth trailed not far behind. The ice cube slid over my leg and slowly up my inner thigh. I strained to move my pussy closer to his mouth, which was now licking and kissing my inner thigh. I felt the ice cube slip over my moist slit and into my folds. It trailed up and down, stroking my engorged clit. I moaned as I felt the strangely numb sensations building in my clit. I felt a finger edge closer to my aching hole.

  I looked down to see Derek between my legs, stroking my clit with an ice cube and fingering my pussy. The sexy sight elicited another low moan from me. Suddenly, I felt a finger plunge deep into me. Derek rubbed his finger in and out, deliciously swirling his finger and stroking my walls as he worked. I barely registered the fact that Derek scooped another cube from the glass while he finger fucked me. Derek lowered his lips between my legs and began sucking on my numbed clit. The heat from his lips and the sucking sensation soon had me thrashing like a wild woman. Then I felt the new ice cube dipping into my pussy over and over. I screamed aloud as the combination of all the different senses overwhelmed me. I felt the pressure release inside of me like a dam bursting. Hot sticky juices explode inside me as my muscles contracted with wild abandon.

  Derek removed the ice cube and left his finger inside of me as the spasms shook my body. He kept his tongue flickering over my clit as I bucked my hips. When the tremors finally subsided, he stood up. I watched him unzip his fly and drop his pants to the ground, followed by his briefs. I watched his huge cock spring out of his briefs with wide-eyed admiration.

  "Get on your knees." He commanded it.

  I struggled to sit up as my hands were still tied behind my back. I dropped to my knees in front of him while he removed his shirt. I looked him over, seeing the powerful muscles in his thighs and his well-defined abs. I looked up into his eyes, greedily waiting to take his cock into my mouth. I licked my lips with eagerness.

  He stared right at me as he guided my head with his hand over to his cock. I slipped my mouth around his girth, licking the head and the sides to lubricate the shaft. I licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip and then took him into my mouth as far as I could. I sucked his length and tried to withdraw, but it was hard to get a rhythm going with my hands tied behind my back.

  When my head bobbing got awkward, he placed his hand behind my head stilling me. He moved his dick in and out of my mouth slowly at first. Soon, he was fucking my mouth solidly. Thankfully, he was not pounding my throat and truthfully, he was doing all the work. I concentrated on sucking his shaft as it drilled into my mouth. As his moans increased, I could feel my pussy responding. I wanted him to spew his hot load into my mouth. I wished my hands were able to touch him, but being tied up added to the sense of being helpless to the assault. It was an erotic feeling that was really turning me on.

  Derek's moans grew louder and his thrusts more frantic. My pussy clenched thinking he was going to come at any moment. But he surprised me by pulling out of my mouth. He pushed me to the floor and spread my legs, kneeling in between them. I choked back a sob, it was finally going to happen.

  "I want this tight little hole wrapped around me when I come." He swiped his finger across my pussy causing sweet jolts of desire.

  He brought his mouth down to kiss my thigh softly. Lust burned in his eyes as he stared at my bared pussy, just before he lowered his head between my legs. His tongue darted out to flick my clitoris. He nipped my clit with his teeth before his tongue explored lower. His tongue thrust into my hot pulsing center. Languid waves of molten lava seemed to build in my pussy, preparing to erupt violently. The intensity grew maddeningly higher still as his tongue darted in and out of my pussy. I was about to spiral out of control.

  Derek sat up and positioned himse
lf atop of me. He pushed into my quivering pussy in one quick thrust. I lost all control as he pumped in and out. I was bucking my hips wildly to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me, Derek. Fuck me hard!"

  Lights flashed in front of my eyes. "Oh my God. Oh my God." Explosions erupted like firecrackers inside my pussy as I shattered into a million pieces. Derek continued to grind as I felt myself climaxing uncontrollably. My core seemed to erupt in a frantic wash of sticky cream as I pulsed all around Derek's unrelenting cock.

  In a matter of moments, I heard Derek's raspy groan and felt him plunge deep into my pussy as he shot his load inside me. I felt his cock spurting as I clenched my muscles tight around him.

  He dropped his torso to the ground next to me, his cock still buried inside me. We lay like that, not moving, for what seemed like hours, but was probably mere minutes. Finally, he rolled out of me and removed the scarf from around my wrists with one tug on the knot. He helped me to my feet and handed me my clothes before retrieving his own. We both dressed in silence. He helped me step into my dress when my shaking limbs wouldn't obey me.

  Without speaking, he led me to the door and back toward the party. Once back in the ballroom, among the revelry of the partiers, he turned toward me. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

  "Thank you, Cynthia. Until we meet again." With that, he gave me a slight nod of the head and strode purposefully out of the room.

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