The Mask She Wears

by Jennifer Leeland

  As he crossed the room, his eyes scanned the other guests. When she stepped from the shadowy corner in front of him, he froze. She lowered her eyes and studied his loafers. His fingers stroked her cheek, and she leaned into them, reveling in his touch. They slid to her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

  "Master?” She wanted to tell him she knew what kind of submissive she was. She was his. Only his.

  Whatever he saw in her eyes surprised him. The desperation she noted in his warmed her heart. He wanted her. She knew it.

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Run for the bedroom, honey. Otherwise, I may do you in the hall, and I'd rather not."

  Excitement and desire boiled in her blood, and when he released her, she turned and hurried toward the stairs. She wished she'd worn boots rather than high heels.

  His footsteps sounded behind her. She glanced back and squealed. He was almost upon her. He resembled a tiger hunting its prey. Fear skittered along her nerves, but it was a different kind of fear and it only made her want him more.

  She managed to reach the bedroom just before he did and plunged through the door with him hot on her trail.

  He grabbed her arm, whipped her around and yanked her against him. “What's your safe word, Catherine. Hurry."

  "It's still mask.” Leaning back to stare at him, she tried to remember she was the sub. “May I kiss you?"

  "Yes, damnit.” He met her half way and wrapped one hand in her hair as he hauled her tighter against his body with the other.

  Tongues entwined, passion raged between them. Amid kisses, they whispered feverishly. None of it made any sense, but neither of them cared. She tugged on his clothes, and he ripped off his shirt then hers. Buttons flew. It should have frightened her. She should have wanted to stop, but she was lost in her love for this man.

  When they were both naked and breathing hard, she dropped to her knees and waited. He had to give her permission. She noted the tremor that skittered through his body, and he took a deep breath. He threaded his hands through her hair and with a controlled shove toward his cock, she knew what he wanted.

  The feel of him in her mouth as she glided over him made her wet and needy. She took him all the way in, loving the sensation of the tip of his penis hitting the back of her throat. She caressed the veins with her tongue, adoring how he grew more rigid with every stroke.

  His hand pressed against her shoulder, breaking contact, and she whimpered. She wanted his cum sliding down her throat. She wanted to taste his salty essence.

  "Do you, Catherine?” He tipped her head up to search her face. She hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud.

  "Yes, I do. I want to get you off.” His hands clenched in her hair.

  "Then, you may."

  He groaned when she immediately sucked him to the back of her throat, then pulled back to rub the tip of her tongue over the slit at the end of his penis and down to the base. She clasped his balls in her hands, squeezing them in rhythm to his thrusting in her mouth. She moaned as his hips pumped frantically, and she could feel his impending orgasm shooting through his penis. He yelled her name as his release filled her mouth with a salty sweet taste. She sucked every last drop.

  She smiled as she noticed his legs shaking. Still, he easily grasped her under the arms and lifted her against him, resting her thighs on his hips. With his arms banded around her, he tilted her backward so he could reach her breasts. He bit and nipped at her nipples, and she felt her wetness smear his body. He laid her gently on the bed, and kissed her all over her face and neck. His fingers rolled her nipples.

  As his mouth moved down her body, he was firm—almost rough—biting and growling. Every nip of his teeth made her body jerk and her nerves jump. Pleasure burned where his mouth marked her. Then his mouth covered her clean shaven mound, and he sucked on her clit, using his teeth and tongue to drive her insane. She thrashed against him, chanting his name as her release ripped through her. Wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through her until all he had to do was flick her with his tongue and she tumbled over the edge again. He spent what seemed like an eternity torturing her, loving her.

  He lifted his head to stare at her, a dark, swirling intensity in his expression. “I missed you. More than you'll ever know."

  She sighed. “I was so afraid you wouldn't. After everything that's happened—” She stopped, afraid to go on, afraid to ruin the moment.

  He kissed her belly. “Don't you know, Catherine?” His voice was muffled against her skin, and she shivered at the sound of her name on his lips.

  Know? Know what? Her thoughts scattered as his wicked tongue slid along her erect clit and sent her senses reeling. She spun out of control, and thrust her hips closer to his mouth as pleasure washed through her.

  Then he paused, but only long enough to kiss her hard and deep. Satisfaction and awe sliced through her as she realized he was hard as a rock again. She thought he would plunge into her, but he flipped her over on her stomach.

  With his hard cock crammed against her bottom and his hands reaching around to squeeze her breasts, she wasn't sure what he planned next. Even with the mask on, no man had wanted to have anal sex with her. She'd always wanted to try it, but was afraid to give up the control.

  But now...

  "God, I love your ass. It's so sweet and perfect.” He leaned down and bit one cheek. She arched up to his mouth, loving the pleasure-pain of his teeth. He ran a hand over her butt, caressing it. A finger slipped through the crevice to circle the small entrance, and she grew wetter. She didn't think she had another orgasm in her.

  "I'm going to fuck your ass, Catherine,” he whispered in her ear. “Say the word, and I'll stop."

  "I want you to but...” She twisted to glance over her shoulder.

  "But what, honey?"

  "I've never done it."

  He ran his fingers up her spine and kissed her ear. “I will never hurt you. Never."

  "I trust you.” She sighed and willed herself to relax. This was a man in control who wanted to give her pleasure.

  "I'll make it good.” He reached up on the headboard for the lube thoughtfully placed there, and she felt the cool liquid dripping over her ass. His hands were so warm and firm as he used his finger to stretch her entrance.

  She braced herself. Would it hurt? Would he plunge into her ass the way he did her pussy?

  One hand slipped under her to stroke her clit as he pressed his cock against her rectum. Still, he didn't try to enter her. He spread her legs and continued to flick her clit with his fingers, driving her closer to orgasm. Then he slid two fingers in her pussy, stroking and using his thumb to rotate around her clit.

  She was mindless, only focused on his hand. As he slowly entered her dark channel, it burned, but her impending orgasm had her bucking and twisting. The further his cock slid, his fingers pumped faster in her pussy. Before he was fully sheathed, she splintered into a million pieces, screaming and thrusting against his fingers and cock.

  He retreated then advanced, plunging in and out of her ass and her orgasm went on and on until his hot release spurted inside her, sending her spiraling again.

  Tears fell down her cheeks as she lay beneath him, pulsating and exhausted.

  When his breathing evened, he eased out of her and pulled her in his arms. “Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn't hurt you."

  "Oh, my God. That was so amazing.” Was all she could say.

  He laughed and held her tight against him, his breath ruffling her hair.

  Against his neck, she murmured, “I love you."

  He stilled, and dread clutched her heart. “What?"

  "I love you, Justin.” She couldn't look at him.

  He reared his head back and forced her to meet his gaze. “Are you sure?"

  "Yes. I'm sorry, but I am."

  "I love you, too. I've loved you for a while. Why else would I leave you alone for two weeks? It was torture."

  She smiled, contentment washing over her. “It was torture f
or me, too. And not in a good way."

  They both laughed, and suddenly she smiled. Laughter. Who would have believed this was possible? Touching his face, she drank in the depth of love and desire in his eyes. A woman would do anything for that.

  She might even come out from behind the mask she wears.

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