Under the Mask: A Multi-Genre Collection

by Monica Corwin

  Luke kissed my hand, gently touching his lips to each finger. “So, why don’t we get a table?”

  “You’ll have to excuse me,” I said. “I need to freshen up. I'll be right back.”

  Chapter Two

  “I could have walked myself to the restroom,” I said, chuckling. I stood near the wall and turn to face Luke.

  “I know,” Luke replied. “But I’m a gentleman and a gentleman always escorts his lady. Besides, I can’t chance another hot guy hitting on you like before, now can I?”

  “You saw that?”

  “I saw enough.”

  I laughed, not just as his words, but because I liked the thought of him being jealous. Kissing Luke on the cheek, I moved through the swinging door.

  Standing in the bathroom mirror, I stared at my reflection. I almost didn’t recognize myself through the glamour of my costume. I took my mask off and placed it gently on the small shelf under the mirror, then wiped under my eyes with a tissue from my purse.

  There was a faint smell in the air. It was an odd smell–odd, but familiar and enticing. I couldn’t quite identify what it was or where it was coming from. Suddenly, a loud thump came from the stall behind me, only a few feet away. Startled, I turned my back to the mirror and held onto the sink. I stood as still as possible and held my breath.

  A woman began to moan–deep, long, pleasurable moans. Moving slowly, I inched my way toward the stall. As I approached, I heard a man’s voice, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. The couple was breathing heavily, and the woman continued to moan. Another bang. Thump. The walls of the stalls jerked. I stopped moving, and my heart began to beat faster. I felt the adrenaline rush through my body.

  “Fuck me,” The woman’s voice was quiet. I could barely hear her, so I moved a little closer. “Oh yes, fuck me, baby.”

  Through a small gap, I was able to see the couple. The woman was bent over, facing my direction, her hands on the metal wall. The man stood behind her, his hands on her hips, pushing himself against her over and over. The woman’s long blonde hair hung down over her face, flowing back and forth with each thrust of the man’s body. She couldn't see me.

  “Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying very hard not to make any noise. I watched as the man ran his fingers down the woman’s back, leaving long scratch marks behind.

  A soft deep growl came from the stall. I covered my mouth with my hands to keep from screaming out. I knew I shouldn’t be there. I knew I should look away, leave, run out the door, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to see more, I needed to see more. The couple’s bodies, the sounds, the smell, they had taken hold of me.

  As I moved even closer, I watched the man lean against the woman and thrust into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoing off the tiles. I felt moisture and heat growing between my legs. The man stood up, pulled the woman by her hair and turned her around, slamming her against the metal wall of the bathroom stall, making it jerk again, harder this time. He picked up her right leg and pushed his large, thick erection into her, making her yell out.

  The man looked directly at me. Our eyes locked in a gaze as he thrust himself deep into the woman. I didn’t move, I kept my eyes on him, and watched him as he fucked her. The man leaned forward, disappearing from my view. I leaned forward as well, trying to watch his actions. I heard the woman cry out softly and I backed away. When the man came back into view, he had a devious smile, and blood dripped from his lips. He again stared at me and ran his tongue around his mouth, taking in the rogue blood. As I watched him thrust harder, and the woman moaned louder, my breathing became fast and shallow. My hands soon made their way down to my breasts. I wanted release. The warmth between my legs grew to a tingling and I needed to feel the pleasure of falling off the non-existent cliff. I needed to be touched.

  The man slammed the woman against the metal wall so hard it jerked and knocked something loose, which made a pinging sound as it hit the floor. The sound caused me to look away, and I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My face was red and I was cupping my own breasts. I gasped, grabbed my mask and purse from the shelf, and ran to the door.

  What the hell was that?

  I took a few deep breaths as I stood in the anteroom, trying to regain my composure before facing Luke. Putting my mask on, I adjusted my dress to make sure I looked presentable. As I fussed with my hair, I heard a scream come from the bathroom and quickly made my way back out to the hall, to the safety of the crowd–and Luke.

  Chapter Three

  Entering the hallway, I managed to smile as I saw Luke leaning against the wall. He smiled back, which calmed my nerves slightly, but did nothing for my libido.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Um, yeah, why?” I tried to fake some sense of calm.

  “You look a little flush.”

  “Oh, yeah.” I reached up and touched my cheek. “It’s just hot in there. I’m okay.” I wasn’t about to tell him what I had just witnessed. I wasn’t going to tell him about the smell in the air, the sounds of flesh slapping together, the bodies, the blood, or the wetness and tingling between my legs that was still growing.

  “You want to go back to the table, or—”

  Luke pushed off the wall as I turned and we collided full on. Neither of us said anything, or moved. I held onto Luke’s arms to keep from falling. My hands on his toned biceps. He was standing so close I could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. Once again, I was able to drink in his scent, and the tingling continued to grow and was now taking on a pulsing sensation. His body was firm, and he seemed to be radiating heat.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “Don’t apologize,” he replied, chuckling. “I should be thanking you.”

  I laughed. A nervous laugh.

  Luke moved in closer, leaning his forehead on mine. “Can I kiss you,” he asked. His voice was soft and seductive.

  I looked up, catching his gaze. You can do anything you want to me. “Why are you asking? I’ve already kissed you.”

  “I didn’t want to assume anything or go too fast. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize this–whatever this is.”

  “You’re sweet, Luke.”

  “So,” he repeated, gently grasping my hand, “can I kiss you?”

  “Yes.” I wanted to scream my answer, but my words came out softly, and I wasn’t sure he had even hear my reply. “Yes,” I repeated. “Kiss me.”

  Luke pulled his mask off and tucked it inside his coat jacket. I stared at him. He was so handsome. He could have anyone he wanted and he chose me. He gently removed my mask, pulled out the green feather, and tucked them both inside his jacket as well. He moved in slowly, and I felt my heart fluttering in my chest. Each moment felt like torture.

  Putting one hand on the back of my neck, Luke laced his hands through my hair. Drawing me in closer, he placed his other hand on my back. I held onto his forearms, my hands shaking with a cocktail of nervousness and excitement. He put his warm lips to mine, kissing me slowly, several times, before gently separating them with his tongue allowing me to feel the full warmth of his mouth. My breath became choppy and I felt weak, no longer in control of my body.

  The feel of him against me and his lips touching my skin made time move faster and slower simultaneously. I wanted him to touch every inch of my skin, to feel the sensation of his hands on my body. I wanted him to take me. I needed to feel him inside me. The sensations I was having were all new to me, and they were like a drug. I was addicted.

  Breathing became secondary. I could smell his musk and I wanted to take him into my lungs, filling them with his sweet scent. Our bodies coming together radiated a special heat and I could feel it through the thin material of my dress, making me sweat. The air conditioner buzzed as it turned on, and the cool air on my back caused my nipples to come to life.

  What am I doing? This can’t be happening.
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  As Luke kissed my neck, I looked over his shoulder. Down the hall from us, in the dark corner, I caught sight of a couple. They were in the throes of passion, but much further along than Luke and I. The woman was pressed against the wall and the man had one of her legs over his arm. Her left breast was exposed and bouncing as he pushed into her repeatedly.

  She saw me watching but didn’t look away. Instead, she smiled at me, and bit the man on the neck hard enough to draw blood. I watched as it trickled down the back of his shirt, leaving a trail of red blotches like a Pollack painting. It seemed to turn him on. She bit him again as he thrust into her, banging her against the wall so hard that her right breast popped out of her shirt. The man took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it, making her moan out in pleasure.

  Luke cupped my breast and nibbled on my neck as he kissed me, and I felt myself getting more excited. I could feel how damp my panties were against my skin but I could not be sure if it was from Luke’s touch, or from my newfound love of voyeurism. Either way, I knew I was going to need a release soon–either from Luke or once I got home. I turned my attention to Luke, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him hard. My sense of control begin to falter. Once I realized my actions, I backed off.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said, pushing myself away from him.

  “For what?” Luke said leaning in toward me. “What are you apologizing for? I liked it.”

  “I’m not usually like this. I’m not that kind of girl.”

  “What kind of girl?”

  “The aggressive kind. I’m not a girl who meets a guy and then ten minutes later I am fucking him in a bathroom stall.”

  “I know that, Jade. I know what kind of girl you are. Did I give you some impression that I thought otherwise?”

  “No, you didn’t. I didn’t...I don’t...Just don’t get the wrong idea of me.”

  “I don’t think I ever could.” He caressed my arm. “Do you want to stop?”

  “No,” I said, instantly. My breathing quick and shallow. “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to touch me. I want you.”

  I moved with Luke’s touch, swaying and curving my body to ensure his hands never left my skin. I wanted to give myself to him, completely. I wanted him to take me–all of me. I looked around the hallway. The couple I had been watching was no longer there. I felt a sense of disappointment and laughed at myself. Then I remembered the couple from the bathroom. When did I start getting off on watching?

  Not wanting to look the man from the bathroom stall in the eyes again, I decided to have Luke get me out of there. “Is there somewhere else we can go?” I lifted his head and looked him in the eyes. “Somewhere more private?”

  Luke placed one hand on each side of my face, and kissed me long and slow. “I think I know a place we can go.” He gave me a seductive smile, and pulled our masks from his coat pocket. We put them on, and then Luke took my hand and led me through the crowd. He grabbed a bottle of champagne as he passed by the buffet table and tucked it under his arm and then picked up two glasses. I followed suit and picked up a silver bowl of fruit.

  This is so fun. I couldn’t stop laughing.

  I followed Luke up a flight of stairs that curved to the left and led to a large balcony. As we ran, my feet barely hit each step before moving to the next. I looked over the banister as we reached the top. I hadn’t realized how many people were attending the ball until this very moment.

  There must be a thousand people down there.

  Luke looked around before opening a big wooden door and sneaking inside. I giggled like a schoolgirl as I quickly moved in behind him.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, gripping his hand tightly.

  “We’re here.” Luke quietly closed the door behind them. “What do you think?” He motioned to the room.

  The large open area was dimly lit. Several burgundy chaise lounge chairs outlined the room, with a large round couch in the center. Large paintings adorned the walls, each seeming to be a scene out of a horror film. Werewolves, vampires, large bears attacking some half-man creature. There was even a painting of a man who seemed to be half-dragon.

  “What are all these?” I asked. I pulled off my mask, tossed it on top of the burgundy velvet surface, and slowly walked around the room.

  “I guess the owner is some type of artist.” Luke removed his mask as he placed the bottle and glasses down on the floor in front of the round couch in the center of the room. “I’m not sure. But they’re pretty good.” He took the fruit and my purse from my hands and placed them on the floor.

  “They’re terrifying.” As I looked at the paintings, I felt a chill down my spine.

  “You mean the actual content?” Luke walked behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. We stared at the painting for a moment. “Okay. I can see how you’d find the actual subject of the painting a bit scary. But I was talking about the artwork itself.” Luke took my hand in his and gently encouraged me toward the painting. He lightly brushed my fingers over the surface of the canvas. Can you feel the brushstrokes? See the blending of the colors–it’s flawless. You can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.”

  I turned and looked at Luke and saw the light in his eyes as he spoke about the painting. I could tell he had a passion for artwork.

  “Yes,” I said softly, moving closer to him. “I see what you mean.”

  I slowly reached up and brushed my fingers against his cheek. Luke mirrored my movements, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. He kissed my lips lightly, softly, causing a tingling sensation to race down arms. As I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, Luke allowed me to pull it down his arms and remove it completely. I turned and tossed it onto the lounge next to my mask. Turning back, Luke was unbuttoning his shirt. I took a step back and watched him. The crisp white material against his dark complexion made him appear almost unreal, as if I were watching a movie or had stepped into a dream.

  “Now you,” he said. His tone was sweet but direct.

  Normally I would feel a bit timid being watched as I undressed, but the way Luke looked at me, I felt safe, beautiful, adored. I stepped out of my heels and instantly became two inches shorter. I kicked the shoes out of the way, not caring where they landed. I slowly pulled off my right glove and tossed it behind me, and then the left. In trying to tease Luke, I was exciting myself as well. I looked down at my dress and realized my nipples were extremely noticeable through the thin material. I turned my back to Luke and swayed my body a few times to entice him. Pulling my dress off one shoulder and then the other, I slowly turned to face Luke again and caught his gaze.

  I moved toward him, one-step at time, holding my dress to chest. “I can see you’re excited,” I said. The erection in Luke’s suit pants was obvious, and impressive.

  “You have no idea,” he said. He spoke low and deep, nearly vibrating the nerve endings on my skin.

  I continued to move slowly toward him. I dropped my dress, allowing it to fall to around my feet. Luke moved closer, his hand quickly finding its way to my breast, cupping it perfectly. He pressed his lips to mine, running his free hand down my back, sending chills down the back of my legs.

  Picking me up, Luke walked to the round couch in the center of the room. He gently lowered me to the softness of the cushions and took a step back. The metal of the belt buckle tinged as I watched him undo his suit pants and release his erection. He was long, not too thick, but bigger than any man I had ever been with. His size excited me. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the engorged head, tasting the saltiness of him on my tongue. He let out a deep breath and a soft moan. I wanted to make him moan louder, so I took him deeper into my mouth.

  “No, stop,” he insisted. “I want to be inside you.”

  I leaned back and allowed him to see my whole body. Would he like what he sees? What about my breasts? What they lacked in size they made up for in sensitivity. Plus, I had always liked the fact that I had large nipples–men seemed to like that. I wa
s properly waxed, legs smooth, and only a small patch of auburn hair remained on my pelvic bone.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. "I’ve dreamed of this moment."

  “You have?” I twisted my body slightly, trying to look as seductive as possible. “You’ve thought about being with me?”

  “I’ve imagined kissing you, touching you, making love to you, fucking you, so many times.” Luke knelt down and slowly removed my white satin panties, tossing them to the side. “I’ve imagined what you’ve felt like.” He slowly caressed his hand from my ankle to my knee, and gently spread my legs. I opened myself to him. He slowly spread my swollen lips with his fingers, inserted them into to feel my wetness.

  “What you tasted like.” My head went back as I felt the heat of his breath on my clit. The flicking of his tongue sent shocks of pleasure up my spine. I moaned as he inserted his tongue into my opening and licked my juices.

  “Please,” I begged. My words were just above a whisper. I couldn’t take any more stimulation or teasing. I wanted to feel him. My body was crying out for him, pulsating, tingling. “Please. I’m ready for you.”

  “We’ll see,” he replied.

  He leaned over me and cupped my breast. As he kissed my lips, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his dick. I felt the firmness in my hand, the swollen head, and the bit of moisture as it leaked from the tip. I reluctantly released him from my grip. As I looked at his handsome face, he let out a soft moan of disappointment.

  “Do you have a condom?” I gasped for the words.

  I didn’t hear him answer. It wasn’t until a felt the coolness of the air on my skin as he lifted himself up that I realized what he was doing. Retrieving his brown leather wallet from his pants, he removed the golden package. He stared into my eyes as he slid the condom on his impressive erection, snapping the end to ensure the fit. I licked my lips in anticipation of what came next.

  Grabbing a handful of the velvet cushion, my muscles tightened as he approached me. He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue taking command. His hand moved up my thigh, making me shiver in excitement. My body writhed; my clit pulsated under his touch. As my body was taking over, I knew my mind was no longer in control, any semblance of reason disappeared as I gave into the overwhelming sexual desire.