“Sounds perfect.” I tried not to seem awkward, but I was uncomfortable as all I wanted to do was kiss him.
I took a sip of my very potent drink, at least giving my hands and mouth something to do. I’m sure he could sense my discomfort as I sat awkwardly on the couch. There was one big overstuffed chair, a king-sized bed, and a couch in the corner in front of a massive television. I opted for the couch, leaving room for us to share.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked as he approached me.
“I’m a little fidgety,” I confessed, involuntarily screwing my face into a grimace.
“You don’t have to be. Nothing is going to happen here tonight that you don’t want to happen.” He extended his hand to me.
I set my drink down and held his warm hand with my cold one as our palms touched. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” My eyes cast to the floor as rockets started blasting in my belly. This man was tempting me to be so dangerously naughty. His hand lifted me from the couch as his arm snaked around my waist and drew me in closer. I could feel the strength of his body against mine. Through the thin fiber of my gown, I also could feel the demanding hardness of his cock. Neither of us mentioned his arousal, but there was no denying it.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered in my ear as he moved our bodies to the sound of silence. “Letting go and experiencing pleasure is natural. Anything that happens here tonight will be consensual and anonymous. Let’s just give in to the fantasy and play. No strings, no repercussions, just enjoy the moment.”
I nestled into his warmth as we danced to the sound of our own heartbeats, his hips rocking against mine. The power of his rigid cock between my legs made me so wet. I knew exactly what he wanted from me, and I wasn’t opposed to giving it to him. I undulated on him ever so slightly as my cheek rested against his firm chest. He was almost a foot taller than me, and I felt small, yet surprisingly powerful in his arms. He didn’t lord over me as Chris might, but rather enjoyed our nearness. However, as we continued to dance, our bodies built up electrifying friction. My desire for him spiraled into a near frenzy. We were traveling quickly down the rabbit hole, and he knew it.
“Maybe some music would be good right now.” He looked at me with a misty expression.
While I couldn’t see his face clearly, I knew what he was thinking. Oddly the mask made it easier for me to understand what his eyes were saying. The elaborately decorated eye holes highlighted his beautiful green eyes. They shone like emeralds rimmed by dark satin and gold swirling trim. For a moment, I regretted my muddy brown eyes thinking them uninteresting compared to his bedazzling jeweled ones.
I’d been told over and over again that my dark coloring was magnificent and exotic. My skin was naturally tanned, my eyes and hair were almost black, and I was alluring in a mystical way. Most people said I was so strikingly beautiful it was hard to believe I was real. I never paid much attention to my looks more than grooming and self-care. I didn’t buy lavish outfits, nor did I spend a fortune on trying to look good.
I was a natural beauty and happy about it. I never thought though that I’d be so relieved to be wearing a mask as I was that night. Standing there feeling my insides crumple and my pussy melt, I knew all tall, green-eyed, and handsome had to do was barely breathe that he wanted me, and I’d say “yes” to anything. I was almost assured I’d do something I’d come to regret later, so I was happy no one knew who I was. At least I hoped they didn’t, but honestly, I was only fooling myself.
“Some music would be lovely,” I cooed as he lifted his Apple watch and synced it with the Bluetooth speakers in the room. Suddenly we were surrounded by sound.
The music he chose was perfect for the moment, not too sappy or romantic, but eclectic and jazzy. He rolled his hips on mine to the languid beat. I could feel his cock sliding up and down over the thin silk barrier between us. I wasn’t wearing much underneath, intentionally. I wanted to feel sexy and beautiful. I knew I would be attending the party with Christopher that night, so I wanted to feel powerful. I had absolutely no intention of giving myself to him, but since he often let his cock guide his actions, I tempted the Devil. I had only hoped I could keep him at bay. Luckily, Mr. Masked McDreamy showed up instead.
“I never do this,” I blurted out like an awkward teenager who just had her first kiss at the prom.
“You wouldn’t be so uncomfortable if you did.” His voice was a velvet purr. “I promise not to hurt you, and I won’t do anything you don’t want. If all we do is drink champagne, eat strawberries, and dance, I’m good. You’re beautiful. I could just stare at you all night and be the happiest man alive.”
“Wow, that would be intensely awkward.” I laughed as the music escalated, and I started losing myself to the beat.
“It would be a bit strange as I’m not even going to have the pleasure of seeing all of your beautiful faces.” He took my hand and twirled me around, effortlessly. “Yet, it’s Halloween night, so let’s let fantasy rule… like in the movies.”
He was being so sappy that it made me laugh. “How should we go about this? And should I feel strange that I’ve just ditched one man to fall in the arms of another?” I was being flirty and fun, but I stopped for a moment, being more serious. “I’ve only been with like… um, not many people.” I couldn’t tell him how few, but I needed him to know I wasn’t a slut. “This is something… I… don’t.” Ugh, I was so failing at this.
“Human sexuality is dictated by desire. If you want this, it’s okay. It’s fine to have a physical exchange with someone you have no intentions of marrying or being with forever, or even really knowing. If you want it… exploring your body, your mind, and your desires are fine as long as you feel you always have a choice. I can’t tell you who I am, but I can make you feel like a queen for the night. I can pleasure your body in a way that only fantasy can truly rival. Or not… it’s your decision.” His voice was level and honest, and somehow it made me feel comfortable and safe, something I never felt around Chris.
At that moment, just after his convincing speech, the door knocked.
“Come in,” the masked man said as a woman in a long black dress with ruby red lips and a line of blood dripping down them opened the door and wheeled in a cart.
“Where would you like me to put this?” she asked in a sweet voice.
“Just there is fine,” he answered, releasing me and approaching her. “Would you like me to sign something?”
“No, everything is on the house.” She smiled, gave a little nod, turned, and walked out the door.
“Oh my God, really? Who’s throwing this party?” I asked, astonished that someone could afford to pay for everything.
“Someone very generous.” He flashed a sultry smile as he brought white chocolate covered strawberry up to my mouth.
I opened for him feeling just a little strange.
His warm, inviting smile helped ease my discomfort. “I am your prince.” His voice lowered, dark and commanding. “You, Goddess, are mine!” He took my hand, brought me closer.
I did everything in my power not to giggle or drool strawberry juice down my face and ruin the whole thing. “You’re my what now?” I managed to squeak out after swallowing.
“Play with me,” he commanded in a soft, deep tone. “I’m your dark angel, your prince, your lover. I’ve taken you from the stockades. A goddess enslaved by our mutual enemy. I’ve just liberated you from captivity.”
I couldn’t hold it back, I giggled. “Oh my gosh, okay. Let’s do this.” I stared deep into his eyes as I tried to get my giggles under control.
“I’m not your master,” he continued. “You are the one who owns my heart and soul.” His hand coursed over the back of my body, resting just above my ass.
His cock jutted out between us, and he was an impressive size from what I could feel, which made me so hot; he was barely going to fit inside of me. His hand traced across my ass, lightly, like a breeze. That’s all this sex-starved body needed. My head dropped back, and h
e kissed the nape of my neck, breathing hotly.
“And I will finally have you tonight.”
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Chapter 7
Sinclair
I was glad she was willing to play along. From the moment she walked into the room, I had to have her. She was beautiful, sexy, alluring. She had an air of grace about her and was so fucking astounding in that silk dress. Her sexy mask threw me into paranormal fantasy mode. I may have been nearly a millionaire, but at heart, I was still a little film geek. I loved films like Gabriel and the Prophecy. I was someone who could easily get lost in my own head. Despite my desire for fantasy, I also like control, so getting the muse to play along was paramount to the evening’s success.
The only way I could tell if she was willing to enjoy a night of pleasure with me was to show her how fun it all could be. After giving her the strawberry, I gently kissed her soft lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on them. Her eyes sparkled. I then released her from my embrace and poured us two glasses of champagne, preferring champagne to the two high octane drinks they’d given us at the bar. Neither of us drank much of them, but the champagne was so nice.
“What should I call you?” she asked, looking a little more interested in playing, as she took a healthy drink from her champagne glass.
“Master,” I said with a straight face, even though I was kidding.
“Really?” She seemed to frown, and her mouth broke into a crooked line. “Isn’t that a little too Christian Grey? I thought I um… what was it… slave goddess?” She heaved an exasperated sigh.
“You can call me the Dark One.” I tried not to laugh; it was a bit much.
“No.” She shook her head, laughing. “No. I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face.”
“Bill?” Now we were having fun.
“Absolutely no!” She crossed her hands in front of her, pouting like a child.
“In all honesty, my nickname is Sin. You can call me that,” I said as I unwrapped her folded arms and kissed her lips again.
“Sin? You’re serious?” She seemed amused.
“Deadly.” She was staring at me with her deliciously deep brown eyes.
“Sin it is then, though I find it a bit ironic. Since that’s what we are doing.” Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“Only if you’re a devout Catholic.” I needed to keep her focused.
“My nickname is Rey,” her gorgeous lips said as they finally broke into a smile.
“Rey. Like a ray of light, my beautiful captive goddess.” I lifted my champagne glass to make a toast, and she did the same.
“To Rey and Sin and an evening we’ll never forget.” I took a sip of my champagne, which was delicious.
She drank hers as well. “And I hope you’re not a serial killer.” She flashed me a toothy grin.
“I’m not,” I breathed as I moved in closer to her again and planted a kiss on her chin. “Shall we enjoy these on the balcony before I ravage you?”
I heard a gasp escape her, and she nodded. Ah, this was going to be fun. It was clear to me she didn’t have much experience with this sort of dating. She’d been a bit fidgety but brave all evening. With other women I’d dated, we’d already be naked by now, most likely having post-coital champagne instead of using it as a warm-up. I had to ease her into the evening, going slow, being gentle, which wasn’t really my style.
I was an aggressive go-getter. I made things happen. Despite my penchant for fantasy, I was still in charge of every aspect of my world. We walked out onto the terrace to see Hollywood spread out gloriously before us. I slipped up behind her and caressed the sides of her gorgeous thighs as my leather-clad cock saddled up between her ass cheeks. She nervously took another sip of champagne as my hands smoothed around to the front of her dress and stroked her tight, flat stomach. I loved her body. She was well sculpted, yet feminine and soft. Her breathing hitched at my touch… oh to get her under me; I could hardly wait. Since she was so shy, I let the fantasy build as I kissed her shoulder.
“Will you submit to me?”
She giggled as I trailed kisses along her shoulder to her neck. “Will you be gentle with me?” Good, she was getting into this.
“It depends if you behave.” I bit her neck as her head tilted back.
“What will you have me do?” she asked as a shiver coursed through her body.
“Just relax,” I coaxed her to release herself to the experience and stroked the bare skin on her arms.
I could tell she wasn’t quite ready for me, so I sat in one of the large chairs and set her down on my lap. Of course, she was sitting right on my cock, so it was hard not to dive it right into her, but I ignored it as we drank our champagne. The view was incredible and very similar to the one I had from my own mansion. It was smaller than this one, but equally as grand. We gazed upon the city. I held her in my lap and caressed her body tenderly.
“Looking out at a view like this, sometimes I feel so small. That’s one of the reasons why I write,” she interjected as my hand gently spread her legs so I could stroke her bare skin. “I want to leave something behind, a story people could remember.” The glimmer in her eye was too beautiful.
As much as I wanted to lift her onto my cock and fuck her, talking and musing on life felt hypnotic. “I think Hollywood is full of immortals. Some even become legends because their work is remembered and admired forever. Perhaps, Rey, you will be legendary. I know tonight will be emblazoned in my memory.” It was cheesy, I know, but I finally gave in to the urges I could no longer suppress. “You’ve finished your champagne. Do you think I might ravage you now, Goddess?” I couldn’t take much more of her sitting on my cock.
It had been waiting all night for this.
She turned to me and kissed my lips. I obediently opened my mouth for her and slid her dress up over her ass, finally touching its soft roundness.
Her lips parted from mine momentarily as she breathed, “Be gentle.”
It was all I needed. I lifted her into my arms, bridal style, and carried her into the room. As soon as I laid her on the bed, I laid beside her and reclaimed her mouth. My tongue slid along the sweet soft part of her lips and begged entrance, which she granted, softly panting. I slid in, thrusting gently, tasting her as my hands, which had been relatively chaste, became more ardent, lifting her dress over her head, leaving her in only a pair of lace underwear. My hands slid along her soft velvet skin to find her bare breasts. At the touch of my warm hands, she drew in a deep breath, and a soft moan escaped her mouth into mine.
My fingers danced over a nipple, feeling it rise between my fingers as she arched in closer. I met her body with my own, now moving my aching cock against her, grinding in hard. Our rhythm, slow and sensuous, built to a frenzy.
“You’re magnificent,” I breathed as my hand found her aroused nipple.
I gently pinched the peaked flesh as she yelped. “Sin, what are you doing?”
“I’m attending you, my goddess. Since I’ve liberated you from slavery, now I’ll feast.” I kept my voice steady as I gently nibbled at her breast.
Her skin flushed as goosebumps covered her body. When one nipple was fully aroused, I slid over the other and nibbled at it. Satisfied I’d gotten their attention, I continued to kiss her rosy pink areola while scooping the soft mound of her breast into my mouth. I supped on the tiny bud as it grew more turgid. With my other hand, I pinched and soothed over her neglected nipple while her pussy warmed my rigid cock.
I stopped sucking on her to command, “Touch me.”
She writhed under my attention as a nervous giggle escaped her lips. I delivered a playful slap on her ass. “My cock waits for you.”
“I thought I wasn’t your slave.” She playfully slapped me back.
Oh, I loved feisty women.
“And you’d leave my cock to wither?” My voice was small and pathetic. It was a fine bit of play-acting.
She nearly choked, “Oh, there is NO danger of y
our cock withering.” She laughed as her hand slowly moved down my body. “It’s been stabbing at me all night.” Her fingers twirled around my muscles, teasing my stomach as my cock leaped for her.
I bit down a bit harder on her breast as I spoke through gritted teeth. “Free it and give me some peace, woman!” I lapped at the bitten nipple and slid my hand to her pussy, which I found dripping. I easily slid her moistened panties from her wet lips and danced my fingers around the folds of her sensitive flesh.
“Perhaps a prelude will encourage you,” I growled with a voice roughened by sexual need as I dove a finger into her wet center.
Another gasp heated my ear, but her fingers remained painfully slow. “Perhaps I should leave my dark lord’s cock where it is since he growls and bites!” she chided, her voice a siren’s song.
“For God’s sake take it out before I cum in my pants,” I growled as I rolled on top of her and stabbed my clothed cock into her.
She licked her lips as she stared at my masked face and deliberately parted her legs for me. Instead of touching me, she wrapped her hands around my back and slid them down my pants to my buttocks and pressed me against her as she ground her pussy into my painful cock. I let her rock herself on me until I felt my balls clench. I was seriously about to cum with just her dry fucking.
“Oh no you don’t” I hissed, positioning myself at her center, I grabbed her hands and pinned them to either side of her head, “Leave your hands there,” I ordered. “If they won’t obey!” I scowled teasing. “There will be torture.” I winked.
“Oh, for whom I wonder?” Her lips curled into a beautiful smirk.
I rose to kneel before her, my jaw clenched, my eyes intense. “Since my goddess won’t release the monster then I will… and she may regret it.” In one quick motion, I lifted her hips and slid her pink silk panties off her body.
Before me was the most beautiful pussy I’d ever beheld. The hair was neatly trimmed around soft lips and a glorious rose-red inner labia protruded with excitement. I leaned in and kissed her pussy, grazing my lips over her glistening folds to the apex where her clit nestled. I just gave her enough to ache for me as badly as I wanted her. I then unsnapped my pants and wiggled my cock free as the air finally soothed my engorged penis. My purple mushroom head was already dribbling pre-cum. Her eyes widened when she saw me finally revealed. I wasn’t too large, but I had a thick cock. When fully erect, it was quite a sight.
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