by Holly J Gill
“You might but you must go to this ball, no room for negotiations, I believe a prince is going to be attending,” he explained to me.
“And?”
“Just go, Megan. I’ll buy you the dress and Marco can chauffeur drive you and you might want to pack a night bag.”
“Why?” His eyes were stern. He lifted his brows, telling me the conversation was over. My father only cared about money and power, and he got both by all means.
So, there I was, in a magnificent room that was fit for a prince, and I believed there was one somewhere.
Of course, I was aware I had no chance of getting within arm’s reach of such a man, and I bet a man like him would have women bowing at his feet begging to be his girl, the lady on his arm, and held her nose high in triumph. Personally, I wasn’t interested, I had no idea what daddy’s fascination with him was.
I sipped another glass of cava admiring all the glittered, sequined, sexy dresses, some hardly covered up much, and mine was not much better with the mesh v-shaped over my boobs showing my cleavage and the split that ran up my left thigh was super sexy.
I scanned the men, well the ones without women on their arms. I felt like a spare part, lost and lonely. I knew nobody here, not a soul, and that made me uncomfortable. The man I danced with continued talking to other guests and I guessed my moment with him was over. I glanced around the room for this possible prince, if he was here, he kept a low key.
The orchestra played, drilling out the wonderful music, some of which I knew, as daddy played it many times when he relaxed in his office. It was always a sign never to disturb him, as he had a drink and was resting. I had learned from a very young age when I could speak or be with him and his relaxation time was a big no.
I glanced downward when a woman walked past wearing very little, a piece of material that covered her boobs and private parts. The rest was mesh and see-through.
I rolled my tongue over my teeth and had to decide if to stay or leave. I took another sip of cava before I decided I needed to go to the ladies and decide. I made my way to the large double doors where other guests wandered around, with drinks and talked. One couple further down the corridor looked like they were getting frisky. The wide corridor was only lit with lanterns that glowed creating shadows. A large painting of what I guessed was the history of the stately house adorned the walls. The corridor was impressive with armoury, and weapons hung on the walls. A gold carpet ran down the middle and branched off to each room. I bet they were large and impressive, like the rest of the home, full of history.
I found the entrance interesting with the hellish theme, but unsure if I liked the décor. It was impressive to look at though. I don’t know much about history, it never held my interest at school, but this house was something sensational. It was fit for royalty and I wondered what kind of family lived here. Maybe there was a sweet, endearing, clever Prince within these walls, or a mastermind, a thrill-seeker who lived on the edge. Maybe he was a manipulator, someone who knew everything and anything and used it for his gain. Powerful people had a way of getting exactly what they wanted, heck I’d seen enough with my daddy. He spoke nasty, and threatened people all the time, those were the moments I had to be a good girl and make myself scarce.
I walked down the corridor and noticed a man with a riding crop whacking a naked woman up against the wall, she was spread eagle, moaning and flinching as the crop made an impact on her skin.
I swallowed and pretended not to see or hear anything. How could they do that out in the open? Her moans of pleasure thumped in my eardrums as I made my way past them, unsure I could allow a man to do such a thing to me.
I found a bathroom sign and had to walk down some stairs. I took a pee and checked my image in the mirror. I still looked good. My thoughts drifted back to the man who scooped me up and danced with me, his stance and posture were perfect. He had me silently begging for more. I wondered who he was, what was his name? Was he married? Did he have a family? So many questions I wished to ask, yet I wondered whether I would see him again.
Once in the corridor I glance up and down the space to hear the orchestra playing. The woman was pinned to the wall as he struck her bottom. I walk back to the ballroom. There was meant to be a main event happening shortly. I decided to stay to see what it was and if not keen I’d head home. Maybe it would explain why I was here in the first place.
“There you are,” I heard a familiar voice. I stopped and turned to find the man who danced me around like a princess. He still wore his masculine chain mask. He stood tall. I wished I could take the mask off and see what he looked like underneath it.
He stepped towards me.
“Sorry I needed the ladies,” I informed him as each step he took closer messed with my sanity.
“May we?” He pointed in the direction of a room.
I glanced at the door unsure if I should be alone with him.
“I was going to head in the ballroom and see what the event is…”
“Trust me it’s nothing of importance, please.” He gestured with his hand to the door. He stood before me as his breath cascaded over my face. “I’d like to get to know you…” He reached for my hair, and stroked its long length, leaving me restless.
“It’s Megan,” I finished his sentence. I chewed my lower lip, shaking with nerves.
“Nice to meet you, Megan. You’re so pretty in that dress, have you any idea what that cleavage does to a man?” He tilted his head to the side.
“Are you here with anyone?” I asked not wanting to step on any toes.
“Nope, just me, myself and I. I’ve never seen you here before, or at least you’ve never gained my attention before,” he explained.
“I’ve never been before. My daddy encouraged me to come.”
“He did the right thing…now shall we.” He stepped to the door and took hold of the handle. “It’s private, and we can chat without the distraction of them shagging.”
I turned to see the couple with the crop were now having sex.
“You don’t have to.”
I wished I could see his eyes better to see his facial reactions.
I smiled at him.
“Okay.” He seemed nice enough, and he’d complimented me, which was not something I was used to. I’ve always been a bit of a wallflower.
I followed him through the opened door. He stepped inside to flick on the light and opened the door wider for me to enter.
My attention was immediately drawn to the artwork. My jaw dropped as I tried to take in the magnificent room.
“This room is called the ‘Heaven Room’. It’s decorated in honour of ancient mythology, the 19th Century of ‘Gods and Goddesses’,” he informed me, as I moved around the minimally furnished room. There was only a wooden desk, leather large chair, and a matching long couch.
I continued to look at the paintings, dazed and intrigued.
“They’re so beautiful.”
“I’m finding what I’m looking at more eye-catching,” I heard him say.
I chewed my lower lip and slowly turned to face him. He stood with such composure.
“Do you come to these balls often?” I asked to break the intent gaze.
“I do, all of them,” he added as he ambled to me.
I kept a close eye on him.
“Oh,” I answered, unsure why that made me slightly uneasy and then I remembered the couple outside, their heated moans and groans at the forefront of my mind. Has he ever…?
“You steal my breath.” His mouth curled into a devious grin and it unnerved me.
He closed the distance between us, and I moved away, not wanting him to get too close to me.
“You look sensational, sorry have I mentioned that.” He furrowed his brows.
I swallowed, unable to believe he was flirting with me. I wanted to get back to the ball where I felt safe, surrounded by others, a crowd was good.
He closed the gap again and I moved backwards.
“So, what fant
asies do you have, Megan?” he questioned.
“I don’t know what you mean?”
He cocked his head to the side and pressed his lips together.
“So why are you here?”
“For a ball, a night out,” I informed him.
“You do know what this ball is right?” he spoke harshly.
“A masquerade ball.” I really did not understand the confusion.
“What you have come here to dress up and be a princess for the evening and maybe what? Get laid.”
Shocked I was by his coarse words.
“No…to meet new friends maybe.”
He laughed. My tummy ached unsure what he found so amusing.
“Oh, dear Megan, you really are deluded. The people here are sadistic.”
“What is that?”
He stood before me and reached for my hair where a stand covered my face, and he placed it behind my ear.
His touch freaked me slightly. I didn’t wish to be touched by him.
“Love bud, this is an erotic ball. This is an evening for people to indulge in their perverted fantasies like the couple out there,” he added. His touch lingered as he cupped my chin in his hand.
I was stunned by that information, my father never said that part.
“An erotic ball? As in sex?” I questioned.
“Yes, meaning you’re here to fulfil every one of your dirtiest sexual desires.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
“I need to leave,” I announced.
He got closer to me. “Tell me what you would like to do, Love bud?”
Did he not hear what I said?
“We can lose the mask while we have this conversation if it makes you feel better,” he coaxed.
“Huh, I erm…I don’t…I’m…” He was so close his breath cascaded over my face. He placed his finger under my chin and tipped it lightly back. He pouted his lips and tapped them gently against mine. He hovered around my mouth for a few seconds, as he poked his tongue out and pressed it between my lips. I knew where this was heading, and I was not ready for that.
“I can’t,” I pushed him away and ran for the door. I got to the door and tried the handle, but it was locked. I tried turning the knob again, but it wouldn’t give.
“I have the key,” he stated.
I spun to face him.
“Can I have it?”
“No. You’re mine for the night. I’ve chosen you.”
“Chosen me, for what?” I questioned.
“To experience my dark pleasures with,” he explained huskily.
“That is going against my wishes. You have to get my consent,” I warned him.
“I’m very much aware of that. That is why you’re going to give me your consent, and then we can have some serious fun.”
“I’ll pass. I don’t want to have sex with you or anyone here. If I had known what I was coming in for, I wouldn’t have come,” I argued. No way was he going to touch me.
He stood feet away from me. “The problem is, once you’re in, you don’t leave until tomorrow morning. That’s the deal. It was all in the declaration you signed. You consented to take part in any sexual activity you, or your chosen partner, desired,” he sneered like some arrogant and dominating arsehole.
“I never signed anything and certainly nothing about sexual activity. So please let me go.” I did sign the form I recalled.
“No can do, you are staying with me, it’s the way it is,” he spoke full of himself.
“You can’t touch me,” I hissed full of panic.
“I’m sorry, but the rules are the rules, and I, have chosen you love bud.”
It was clear he was not going to listen to me.
“I’m not here for sex,” I insisted.
“Fair enough, then what are you here for?” He stared at me as he placed his hand to his mask slowly revealing his gorgeous face. His eyes were a dazzling blue, his nose perfectly shaped, his hair tousled and long at the top, but short at the sides.
“Does this make you feel better?” I tried not to get lost in his looks and what they evoked. He looked to be in his late twenties.
“Just because I can see your face…” I didn’t even know his name.
“Elijah. My name is Elijah. Please, come sit with me,” he offered and walked to the couch.
I turned back to the door aware there was no escape.
I moved across the room to where he sat with his right foot resting on his left knee.
“So, Megan, I guess I have to somehow get you to agree to have sex with me, or you’re breaching your contract. It’s all plain and simple.” He twiddled with his fingers.
“I don’t and have not come here for sex,” I reminded him.
He glanced at me. “Love bud, I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. You see when you stepped on the grounds you stepped into allowing anyone your body.”
My mouth dropped wide open.
“I knew nothing of this. My father…he…” He must have been aware of what the ball was about, didn’t he? “So, are you saying I have to spread my legs for you? And what will you do if I don’t?” I question.
“Feed you to the wolves.” My face dropped. He burst out laughing. “I’m messing with you. I won’t do anything, but if the Queen finds out I’m pretty certain the repercussions might not be good for you.” He dropped his leg down to lean forward, and gawp at me. “Look we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“This isn’t sounding like I have much choice,” I added, my insides coiled.
“You don’t, and personally, I would rather be the one delivering and taking pleasure in your sexy body. You have great tits,” he added as I glanced down to look at them.
“I can’t do what you’re asking,” I warned him.
“Can’t do what exactly?” he chaffed.
“The sexual acts you want – I can’t,” I gritted my teeth as tears welled in my eyes.
“Why ever not?” I scowled at him. “Look, Megan, I’m not going to beat around the fucking bush, you have no goddamn choice. You signed the contract. You stepped into the ball.” He cocked his head to the side like a snarky bastard. “You deliver and, spread those legs, it’s all very simple.”
I stood and rushed back to the door. I feared for my life. I was being threatened if I didn’t do what he said then… my heart raced in my chest. I tried the door again, shaking it in attempt it might open.
“Megan, Megan, my Love Bud, you can try all you wish to escape, but you are now mine, and I am going to relish and enjoy playing with you.”
I spun to find him feet away. His eyes narrowed.
“Please…I swear I had no idea what this ball was. If I had I would never have come.” Tears left my eyes and trickled down my cheek.
With his hand, he caressed my chin. He placed a thumb over my lips, kneading them gently.
“I can’t,” I told him.
“Why, Megan. Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn’t strip you of that dress and fuck you here and now,” he said abruptly.
A lump filled my throat. “I’m a virgin.”
3
Elijah
Please tell me I didn’t hear her say what she did?
My ears were deceiving me! Yeah! That’s it! I didn’t just hear the word ‘virgin’.
“What did you say?” I had to clear up the confusion in my head.
She lowered her head, to shy away from me. I had no time for this bullshit. The Queen would already be stalking the building trying to find me. I only managed to get away because her and the guards were distracted on some fool who spilled the drinks. I took a massive risk to find her and beat anyone else from snatching her. My dick called for her and no other woman held my interest tonight.
I watched Megan leave the hall and waited for a chance to make my damn escape and now she tells me she’s a ‘virgin’.
“You’re lying,” I commanded. I stood over her. I had to intimidate her and make her tell the truth.
I pl
aced my finger under her chin, craving to rip off her damn mask and see her pretty face. I had to try and hold myself back.
“I’m not lying, I’m a virgin,” she repeated in a shaky voice.
“I don’t believe you; this is a ploy for me to take pity and let you go. I’m sorry, but the reality is you can’t leave, the building is on lockdown. Now tell me the truth,” I growl.
She pressed her lips together as tears ran from under her mask and down her lower face. I reached and placed my finger to catch the droplet.
“Oh shit…”
She was being truthful.
A bizarre sensation ran through my entire body, from my head to toes, a strange current like a bolt of lightning. I glanced around the room dazed, trying to work out what it was.
I shook and returned to Megan; this was not in the plan. I fucked whores that enjoyed the things I did, not inexperienced virgins.
A fucking virgin, holy shit! No, no, no this wasn’t happening! What the hell do I do?
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. There was no way I could do what I planned to do to her. I wasn’t that savage, was I? I shouldn’t give a crap! So why was I hesitating and having these fucked up thoughts? Hell, she had never experienced a cock before … What the fuck was I thinking? I’m caught off guard, I had to stop this crazy sensitivity. I had to take her, fuck her and introduce her to my fucked-up world.
“Have you done anything sexual?” I asked, curious to know how this beauty was still a virgin. I knew many men would pay millions for me to auction this virgin and be the first to break her.
“I’ve experimented a bit.”
“I need more than that Megan,” I stormed back into the room. I am angry with her, myself and her father for suggesting this ball. I turned to face her as she cowered at the door. I stormed back to her and gripped her upper arm. I wanted to shake the damn life out of her, annoyed she came here tonight.
“What have you done Megan,” I yelled.
“A bullet on my clit,” she admitted.
“Is that it?”
She nodded.
“Right.” I stepped away and turned to gather my thoughts. I rubbed my chin trying to think of a solution, how to turn this night around. I had to protect her. I had to get her out of here and to safety somehow. What the hell was I doing? I could steal her virginity and make her bleed; be the savage I love to be. I had never broken a virgin before.