The Curse Behind The Mask (Dirty Heroes Collection Book 6)

by Holly J Gill

  I took another look at her, her hands bunched across her chest, scared, nervous and held her head low, to hide her pretty face.

  My mind and heart were messed up, trying to come up with a solution on what to do, use and abuse or get her out of here without being caught. The house was on lockdown with security, then there were guests, and the Queen who I feared was already on patrol, hence the reason I locked the door.

  I turned to Megan.

  I am a devil and here I am wanting to save a girl I barely knew. I had to save her from what could ruin her life. I was no goddamn prince charming, I was every woman’s worst nightmare, only this girl… Megan, she somehow got lucky. There was something about her that called to a part of me I never knew existed. I did not want to think what might have happened if she’d fallen into someone else’s hands. Then again, they wouldn’t have had the watchful eye of the black-hearted Queen. No, Megan’s life with another would have been safer, and I had to go and fuck it all up for her.

  It was at times like these I wished there were secret doors.

  “Megan, this is so fucked up,” I told her arguing subconsciously to myself. “I don’t know what the hell I am thinking or why I even care that you’re a virgin. I should be ripping those damn panties off and fucking you here and now.” She gazed at me.

  I stood before her and I took hold of her hands, she had to listen to me. “I’m going to try and get you out of here. I can’t promise I will be successful. The house is littered with guards and security. There is a chance we will get caught. If you do…”

  “Why would you help me?”

  “I have no idea,” I answered honestly.

  “What will happen to me if I can’t get out?”

  I inhaled a deep breath and looked perturbed at her.

  “I’ll be honest, it won’t be nice.”

  I got my mask and placed it back on.

  I laced her hand in mine and moved her from the door for me to open it. I retrieved the key for the door from my slack pocket. I held her hand tightly as the door opened and I popped my head out checking that the coast was clear of the Queen, she was the only one who made me anxious. A couple were pressed up against a wall, he was thrusting into her hard and fast oblivious to the world around them. They were not going to be a problem.

  I waved her to follow. Her hand laced in mine we hurried down the corridor. I kept my eyes peeled for anyone who might give us concern.

  I saw a guard and pushed Megan to the wall and kissed her to hide our faces. He walked past and I took her hand to walk back down the corridor. I really had no idea what I was doing, or if I was leading her straight into the fire. My heart thumped hard against my chest wall, sweat poured from my brow. I had to get her out and away from this sex-starved house where she would become a victim.

  “Ah, here you are,” I heard her voice behind me. I pulled my hand from Megan’s and turned slowly to find the Queen peering at me, her dark eyes narrowed. She was the devil reincarnated. Her eyes bulged as she glared at me with irritation.

  “Sorry we were…” I had no idea how to explain what we were doing. She’d caught us holding hands, and that would be enough for her.

  “Is she your chosen one?” She stepped towards us.

  I gulped, my heart was squeezed in my chest, as my tummy swirled.

  “We were erm…”

  “You were what? Taking a sweet stroll around the house?” her voice full of venom.

  “She isn’t feeling well and needs to leave…” What the fuck Elijah?

  “I see…rules are put in place for a reason.” I gulped as her stare was on Megan. She was surrounded by her large guards. I had no chance of fighting these monsters.

  “Take her,” she clicked her fingers and within seconds guards enclosed Megan.

  Megan screamed. They held her tight as she struggled. They picked her up as she kicked and punched out. It was no use she was defeated like me.

  “No, no, stop…stop,” she cried out.

  There was nothing I could do but watch them drag her away like a piece of meat. I tried to hold my emotions back, not wanting to show the bitch she’d won, yet again. I’d gotten Megan into a situation and I had to think of how to rescue her. I knew in my gut I had no chance. She was destined to lose her virginity tonight, to me. I had to treat her like a slut and make her cry out my name as I inflicted pain on her. I would have to make her bleed, break her wall. My hands would be stained red. I would wear her blood and remember tonight for the rest of my life.

  “Elijah…” Megan yelled at the top of her voice.

  The Queen stepped forward. “Oh, how sweet, she knows your name. That is breaking rule number five. She must mean something for you to share such information,” she laughed loudly. I yearned to smack the bitch across the face and finish her now, but she was too unpredictable. I would get lynched before I had the chance.

  She stepped closer to me, and placed her hand on my tie she ran her fingers up and down the material before pulling it tight, almost strangling me.

  “Do enjoy your little whore. She’s pretty, now go and fuck her,” she growled.

  I had no choice. At least it was me and not another monster.

  I made my way to the staircase and with each step I heard my heart thumping in my eardrums. The tension inside me was stifling. I had never felt such compassion toward anyone, not since my parents died. Maybe something about her called to my humanity that the Queen had tried her best to extinguish. I had no heart; the Queen had taught me not to have one. Only with Megan, it started beating again, and I wanted to protect her.

  The guards were on my tail. I wished I had the strength to take them on and fight. Only I had too much at stake, my inheritance, and now Megan. I hated the Queen so much. I would not inherit anything until I was thirty, unless something happened to the Queen. She must have had something over my parents to make them sign that paperwork.

  I amble down the corridor to my room. I had no idea what I was about to face behind the door. The air in the house had thickened, and a smell of stimulating spices filled the atmosphere, that allured the guests into submission, and made them hornier than ever.

  I inhaled a deep breath and glanced over my shoulders to the men on my tail. I scratched the side of my face, filled with despair and anguish, I thought I was immune to.

  My hand stilled on the handle. I turned it, hearing it unclick. I stepped inside the room, confronted with four more beasts. I stared hard at the men as they moved aside. My eyes widened. Megan was hanging on the St Andrews Cross, her arms bounded to the shackles above her head and her feet restrained to the footwell. I was glad she was still wearing her mask and the dress, delighted the brutes did not have a chance to gawk at her body before me. But for some reason relishing in her slender body was not the top of my agenda.

  The stately bedroom had a four-poster bed carved with scrolls. The cornices had silk wires above a concave molding, all decorated in gold and black. There were detailed limewood carvings above the fireplace, and paintings of women being bound, gagged and in throes of ecstasy.

  My unit had been brought in. I used that for my ladies, but the thought of using those tools on her, messed with my head.

  Her legs were spread, her left thigh in full view. I placed my hand on her cheek, but she turned her head in the opposite direction. I knew how she felt, truthfully, I led her straight into the darkness. I had no excuse. I walked her into this fucked up world. I should have left her in the room and walked away. She might have had chance of getting away from this hell-hole. Instead, her fate was sealed in my hands. She would be punished, tortured, and broken; her innocence stolen.

  This was not the way a girl should lose her virginity, not by a long shot. She deserved better, someone who cared for her. Who would date her, take her out on sweet dates and whisper those pathetic sweet nothings in her ears? A man who had earned her love and trust, instead she got a wicked arsehole like me.

  “Love Bud, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, not
needing the guards to overhear.

  “Fuck you,” she gritted her teeth.

  “I never wanted this for you,” I tried to explain.

  “Go fuck yourself,” she snarled.

  I deserved that. She had every right to yell at me. This innocent young woman was about to have all that stolen from her. I was an arsehole.

  First things were first I had to remove the mask. I closed my eyes shut for a brief second and reached to her face to remove the mask. The mask gone. Her pretty face had smudged black lines that trailed down her cheeks from her crying. She glared at me, murder in her gaze.

  I took a second to admire her face, her stunning figure. I chewed my lower lip and gazed at her, her purity, beauty, elegance. I had to try and do something. I swallowed and looked at the guards all waiting for me to make my move. They would no doubt report back to the Queen if I did not accomplish what I set out to do. She knew my plan. She knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted to play with my victim.

  Fuck this was a nightmare! What the hell was I meant to do?

  Think Elijah, think, and fast!

  “Uncuff her,” I ordered the men.

  “You requested the Cross,” a guard informed me.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. I was not going to answer to him.

  He called the other guards over and they released her. She stood before me massaging her wrists.

  “Turn around,” I ordered her.

  Those pretty eyes stared through my soul, leaving me immobilised by her anger.

  She did as she was told and I found the zipper to her dress, she was trembling. I pulled it down slowly as the dress opened revealing her skin to me. Once I reached her ass, I reached back up and pushed the sleeves off her shoulder. The dress plummeted to the ground, as she stood in the pool of her dress wearing nothing but her shoes and panties. She choked back her sobs.

  I move to her right ear and whisper. “I swear I’m not going to hurt you. Please trust me. I have no choice but to buy time.” I waited a few seconds to allow what I said to sink in. I meant every word. “Turn around,” I ordered.

  Megan turned to face me. She was flawless, picture-perfect, a timeless beauty, absolutely breath-taking. She’d captivated me completely. I examined her soft, smooth and delicate face. I glanced down to her perfect contours, her breasts were firm, a good D size, a handful, my dick throbbed instinctively. Her nipples perked, erect, causing my mouth to water. Her tummy was flat, her pussy, covered only by her small panties. How I longed to admire her cunt. I stepped back to drink in the opulent girl in front of me. Just to have a moment of adoration, on something so exquisite.

  She was divine.

  “Sir,” I heard a guard speak from behind, no doubt urging me to crack on.

  I held my hand up, signalling for him to shut his fucking mouth.

  “Have you never wanted to admire something so elegant before?” I scorned.

  “Yes, but…”

  My hand shot up.

  “I suggest you allow me to do this in my own goddamn time,” I barked.

  My eyes never left hers. Tears ran down her cheeks, as she attempted to use her hand to cover her boobs. I love tits, and hers were no exception.

  “Remove your heels and panties,” I ordered.

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  I cocked my head to the side.

  She rubbed her lips hard together aware her words would not help.

  Her fingers wrapped around her waistband of her panties and in slow motion she peeled them down, and kicked them away with her shoes. She stood tall, attempting to cover her pussy.

  “Megan,” I reminded her.

  She looked everywhere but at me, hiding her embarrassment. With hesitance she moved her hands away showing me her clean-shaven pussy.

  “Would you like us to pierce her nipples?” I heard the guard. Her eyes shot wide open a look of terror on her face.

  “Not right now…”

  4

  Elijah

  My dick was rock hard, bursting to be released and lost inside her body, but he was not going anywhere near her.

  “Put her on the bed,” I ordered.

  The men surrounded her and grabbed hold of her as she kicked and screamed.

  “Please, please no…no…! Please… please,” she pleaded as the men held her, and my stomach sank. I had no idea how I was going to play along. Megan was carried to the bed where she would be shackled down. I didn’t want to watch; I knew she’d have that pained expression on her face. Her sob continued.

  “Don’t do this…I beg you, Elijah.” She called out my name in her woe, and that nearly buried me alive. “Please…” her voice dipped as if she was giving up strength.

  I scratched my neck and swallowed as the men moved back to stand by the door.

  I hated the fact they had looked at her defenceless body in such a way.

  In pity, I turned to Megan who was spread eagle for me, her pussy glistening. Her tits, shit, they looked bloody amazing. I was going to fight my demons tonight. I had a beautiful girl, naked on my bed, and I had to be careful of what I did to her. This was going to test every boundary I had.

  In slow motion, I walked to the foot of the bed and stared down at her. She lifted her head and her eyes were red, tears streamed down her cheeks, and her lip quivered.

  “Please,” her voice was little and a screech.

  I had no words to comfort her. I had to do what I had to in the sweetest way, only this was out of my depths. All I could hear was what she said to me, ‘virgin’ it had become a word that haunted me more than what the fucked-up Queen would do to her.

  “Elijah,” she whispered.

  I chewed the inside of my mouth and moved to the side of the bed.

  Her eyes pleaded with me not to do anything. My failure to get her out of the house, resulted in me now having to do this to her. I looked at the monsters who waited for me to begin.

  “Sir,” one of the men spoke.

  “What?” I growled.

  “The girl needs to be on the Cross,” he reminded me of the planned act.

  “A man can change his mind,” I argued. I had no idea if they believed me and right now, I didn’t care.

  I looked at Megan, her eyes never left mine, her heavy breathing, as her chest moved up and down. Fear was in her eyes, but I was not going to harm her.

  I leaned over her placing my mouth to her left ear. I moved the piece of hair that was stuck to her cheek and gently placed it behind her ear. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I said again. I had to make her feel safe. I moved away and strolled to my cupboard to get a few instruments to play with.

  I opened the double doors of the cupboard and stared inside at the cuffs, whips, paddles, clamps, pegs, vibrators, anal beads, ticklers, blindfolds, gags, row pinwheel and much more.

  I glanced back at her as she watched me intently, her gaze burned deep into my soul. She was distressed and scared. I had promised her I would not harm her; I was keeping to that. I had to choose wisely.

  I picked up the two ended feather tickler and whip and made my way to her. Her eyes were on my chosen toys, which she was going to enjoy. If this was her first time, I was going to pull out all stops and make her feel amazing and give her the best orgasm she would ever have in her life.

  I placed the whip end on her upper chest and in slow delicate motions, moved it around her chest, down between her splendid breasts. They were beauties, her nipples hard and erect. I drooled to tease those pink buds. I bet they were sensitive. She shuffled her body. I bet she loved the touch, the soft and sensual pleasure. I teased her. Her body broke out in goosebumps. Her breathing had faltered when I looked at her.

  I moved the instrument down to her tummy, and to her pussy, only that was where I stopped and moved to her inner thighs, not wishing her to get too excited too soon. This had to be right for her, slow, and special. Megan was delicate, and deserved to be treated like a lady her first time.

  I moved the whip in the inside of
her left thigh and to her feet, she flinched, her feet must be ticklish. I laughed. I repeated the motion on her right thigh, to avoid her glistering pussy. I slid the flat head on her tummy, longing to strike, her eyes were shut tight, as she wiggled as much as she could on the bed with the restrictions.

  I climbed onto the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress and white sheets, not keen on the white, especially if I’d gone with the original plan and fucked her. I had no intention of breaking her, her virtue was safe with me, unless she gave me her consent.

  I turned the whip upside down to use the feather end. I watched her wither, and squirm to the sensation, as her nipples hardened. I moved the feather on her body stopping at her boobs where I used it, deliberately avoiding her peaks. I had plans for those babies, and she was going to hit the roof.

  Round and round I took the feather, I teased and manipulated her. I loved the way her body was coiling under my command. Her breathing halted, as she shook, and lifted her bottom off the bed, I hoped she was becoming frustrated. I was eager to get my dick out and allow him to join in.

  I straddled Megan; aware she would feel my hard cock close to her pussy. Her eyes flashed open; her body trembled beneath me. I held the feather in my hand, our eyes glued to one another, her tears had gone and rightly so. In the heat of the moment, I lowered my mouth to hers and engulfed her, pressing mine firmly to hers. I probed her lips, longing to get inside and taste her. I had never felt so greedy. I tapped at her lips, and waited for her to allow me in. She opened up, and I went in to devour, our tongues matted in a lust and passion.

  Erotic, and beautiful our tongues waltzed, our perfect game. She kissed me back, and my heart filled with pleasure, my dick throbbed.

  I shuffled down her body to straddle across her thighs. She relaxed under my control, as I desired. I leaned over her and sucked her right nipple into my mouth.