Masquerade (BDSM Erotic Romance - Rough)

by Harris, Mia

  Masquerade

  By Mia Harris

  Follow Mia on Twitter!: @miaharriswriter

  Copyright © 2013 Mia Harris

  Cover image by Tiffany Bailey, used under Creative Commons Attribution License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Adult Reading Material

  Masquerade

  The small grocery store’s interior was cool, and smelled of freshly-baked bread. Elle Martin aimlessly strolled up and down the aisles, trying to decide on what to buy. She needed to get things to eat for the next few days, but she wasn’t at all hungry after the big breakfast that she had eaten, and this was making her grocery shopping difficult. If she wasn’t craving anything, then she had no idea what to get, and she cursed herself for being so childish and bad at looking after herself. I’m 22, I should be used to this by now, she thought. Finally deciding that she would have pasta tomorrow night, she reached up to a high shelf and tried to grab a packet of dried fettuccine. She was only five foot three, so without the heels she normally wore, she couldn’t quite grab it. Dammit.

  “Need some help with that?”

  A deep male voice behind Elle startled her, and she whirled around. A tall, muscular man stood near her, and she stared at him with her mouth open for a moment. Oh god, he is so sexy, she thought, taking in his blondish-brown hair and bright blue eyes. He had a strong jawline and an aquiline nose, which she had always loved on a man, and his black T-shirt did almost nothing to hide the outlines of his chest muscles. Finally, she found her tongue and answered him.

  “Oh. Yes, I can’t reach the fettuccine. Could you please grab a packet for me?” she asked.

  Her voice sounded shrill to her own ears, and she inwardly sighed at how unattractive she probably seemed at this moment. It’s Murphy’s Law; whenever I run into hot men, it’s always when I look like crap, she thought bitterly, regretting her earlier decision to put almost zero effort into her appearance. She was wearing an old floral-print sun-dress, and her dark, wavy hair was tied up in a messy bun. The only makeup she could be bothered putting on that morning had been some orange-red tinted lip gloss and some mascara. I guess it’s more effort than I normally put in for early classes, she thought, suddenly feeling a little better about herself and smiling at him.

  The man smiled back at her, and reached up and grabbed the pasta for her.

  “Here you go,” he said, putting it in her trolley.

  His blue eyes twinkled, and Elle felt like she was about to melt into the ground.

  “Well, thanks!” she said.

  “That’s quite alright. I’m always willing to help out a beautiful damsel in distress,” he replied.

  She felt her face flush, and didn’t know how to respond. The man opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could get any words out, a high-pitched voice interrupted them.

  “Elle! What are you doing here?”

  Elle looked down the aisle and saw her friend Kira standing a few meters away. She waved, and Kira raced over and hugged her.

  “Hi! I haven’t seen you for ages,” she said.

  As Kira started chatting about her day, Elle saw the gorgeous man look at her with a bemused expression on his face. He closed his mouth, turned around and walked away. Looking back at her over his shoulder, he waved, before grinning and turning the corner. Elle was not amused. She could have sworn that the man was about to ask for her number, or something like that at least.

  “So, are you still going to Ana’s party tonight?” asked Kira.

  “Huh? Oh, right, I totally forgot about that for a minute. Yeah, I’m going, although all I managed to find was a stupid cat mask.”

  Their mutual friend Ana was throwing a masquerade party that night, and after looking in all the costume shops, the only mask that Elle could find that would actually fit on her head without slipping off was a ridiculous looking gold and black cat mask.

  “Oh, that’s okay! It’s not like it’s a formal masquerade ball or anything,” Kira replied. “Seriously, my mask will be way worse than whatever you have; I’m making it myself with cardboard and glitter later this afternoon.”

  Both women giggled, and after chatting for a few more minutes they went their separate ways. Elle paid for her groceries and trudged back to her apartment. Checking the time, she realized that it was still only eleven o’clock in the morning, and she had no idea what to do with the rest of her day. She was meant to be studying; at least three papers were due next week in her college course, but she couldn’t be bothered. She had been studying hard all week, and needed a rest for now. Deciding that a nice tall latte would be the best thing to have right now, she put all the groceries away in her small kitchen, and then headed out to the nearest café.

  After ordering her coffee, she stood next to the counter and waited, humming to herself.

  “Elle, here’s your latte!” the barista called.

  Elle was a regular here, so they knew her name and order off by heart. She grabbed the coffee and thanked him before turning around to get some sugar and a paper napkin. As she turned, she stepped right into another person, and half of her hot coffee splashed all over their black T-shirt.

  “Oh god, I’m sorry!” she said, before looking up.

  It was the same man from the grocery store.

  “It’s you again,” he said, a twinkle in his piercing eyes.

  “I really should look where I’m going. I’m so sorry,” Elle said, handing him her napkin.

  He grinned down at her as he dabbed at his shirt.

  “It’s alright, I’ll live. By the way, I didn’t catch your name before. My name’s Andrew,” he said.

  “I’m Elle,” she replied.

  As she spoke, she heard another woman’s voice shout across the café.

  “Andrew, what’s taking you so long? Can you bring me some more sugar?”

  Elle turned and saw a blonde woman sitting at a table, waving over at Andrew. He smiled, and started to say something, but Elle excused herself and left. Of course he isn’t single, she thought, feeling stupid for thinking that he had been interested in her. Trying to forget his sexy blue eyes, she walked back up the street, sipping her now half-empty latte.

  Upon arriving home, she decided that she would work on her assignments for a few hours, and then get ready for the party. She couldn’t wait. It had been so long since she had seen a lot of her friends and had a good night out. And who knows… maybe there’ll be some sexy guys there. A few hours later, with one assignment complete, she stepped into the shower and washed her face. She enjoyed the warm water as it flowed all over her, and when she was finished she felt refreshed and energized.

  When her hair and makeup were done, she selected a tight black dress and matching wedge heels. Looking into her full-length mirror, Elle was satisfied. Even with the stupid mask on, she would actually look quite good tonight. The dress was tight around the upper half of her body, displaying her cleavage and hugging her waist, and then flowing over her hips. It also left her toned arms bare, and the little mole that she had on her left shoulder was visible up close. Elle had always thought it as her ‘beauty spot’, and gently rubbed it as she smiled at her reflection. Overall, her outfit accentuated the hourglass figure that she was so proud of. She knew that she wasn’t the thinnest girl in the world, but she actually liked her body, unlike most of her more insecure friends. Her hips might be wider than those of all the skinny models in magazines, but her waist was tiny, and she
liked the way men stared at her breasts whenever she wore low-cut tops and dresses.

  After applying a final coat of red lipstick, she was ready to go. Tonight was going to be good.

  ***

  Elle arrived at Ana’s party just after eight o’clock, and was immediately bombarded with a series of compliments from friends that she hadn’t seen in a while.

  “Oh my god, Elle, you look amazing. Where’s your mask?” asked Kira as she sidled up to her.

  She grudgingly put on the cat mask, and Kira giggled before putting on her own mask. She had been right earlier, it looked ridiculous, but it didn’t matter. Hardly anyone was wearing decent-looking masks, and they were still having fun drinking and chatting. Ana had gone all out tonight; there were all different kinds of drinks available at the makeshift bar in the kitchen, and plenty of mini snacks being passed around on trays. As Elle settled into the party and talked to her friends, she knocked back several fruity cocktails. After an hour or so, she started to feel a buzz. God, I haven’t been drunk in ages, she thought, glancing around the room.

  Standing a few meters away was a tall, muscular looking man in a dark grey shirt and black pants, and he was staring right at her. He was wearing a mask that resembled some sort of bird, and Elle giggled as she stared at the colorful feathers sticking out of it. Something about the man seemed familiar, but right now she was too tipsy to figure out exactly what it was. He saw her looking back at him, and grinned. She smiled back, and he approached.

  “What are you supposed to be, a panther?” he asked. His voice was cool and deep, and a little shiver shot down Elle’s spine.

  She moved closer to him, reached up and playfully stroked his feathers.

  “I don’t know. I guess I could be. I thought I was just a plain cat, but a panther sounds better, doesn’t it?” she replied.

  He agreed, and slipped his arms around her. Elle was surprised at how forward he was being, but she didn’t care. He was sexy, and she wanted some action tonight. He leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear, and she could smell a faint mixture of soap and cologne.

  “I’ve been looking at you since you got here. You’re so sexy,” he murmured.

  Elle smiled and let him nuzzle her neck. He didn’t have a beard, but he obviously hadn’t shaved in a few days, because his light stubble grazed against the smooth skin of her neck. She decided to do something bold; something that she had never done before. Pushing him away for a second, she leaned in close to the side of his face.

  “You know, this is my friend’s house. I know where all the different rooms are. Do you want a tour?” she whispered.

  The man smiled, displaying a row of dazzling white teeth.

  “Of course I would,” he said.

  Elle couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol that she had consumed, or just the incredibly masculine way that this man looked, smelled and sounded. Something about him was turning her on, unbelievably so, and she wanted to tear his clothes off and do unspeakable things to his body. Making sure that none of her friends were looking, she grabbed his hand and led him down a dimly-lit hallway. As they walked, she made sure to slightly swing her hips in a provocative way that wasn’t too obvious, although she already knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. Upon reaching Ana’s spare bedroom, she moved her hand to the doorknob, but before she could open it, the man stopped her. He wrapped one arm around her, and then pushed her up against the door. Using his other hand, he gripped her jaw and made her move her face close to his.

  He leaned in as if he were about to kiss her, but instead he pulled her mask off and dropped it on the floor.

  “Hey!” she protested. She reached up and tried to remove his mask, but he wouldn’t let her.

  Deciding that it was even hotter if he left the mask on so that she couldn’t see who exactly she was hooking up with, she stopped pawing at his face and let her hands fall to her side. The man leaned in and roughly kissed her. His lips were surprisingly soft, and his tongue hunted for a way into her mouth. Elle opened her mouth and let him deepen the kiss, and his stubble grazed against her chin again.

  Breaking away, the man slid his mouth to her ear and murmured.

  “Do you want me to take you in there?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?” he growled, his voice becoming low and gravelly.

  “Yes. Do whatever you want to me,” said breathlessly, not wanting to wait any longer.

  He growled again and turned the handle, and then picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder with his strong arms. Her small handbag dropped out of her hands and onto the carpeted floor. Kicking the door closed behind them after they had entered the room, he threw her down on the bed. As he walked back over to the door to lock it, she took her shoes off and threw them on the floor. Small amounts of moonlight streamed through the blinds, and despite the mask and the dimness of the room, Elle could see the burning arousal in the man’s eyes as he kicked his shoes off before climbing onto the bed and advancing towards her. She gasped in anticipation as he slid an arm up her dress, reaching up past her inner thighs and probing between her legs. With his other arm, he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them onto the pillow above her head.

  Elle had never been treated this roughly by a lover before, and a confusing wave of primitive emotions ran through her mind. On the one hand, she was turned on, but on the other she was slightly afraid of what this man might do to her. As she thought about it, she realized how dumb she had been; taking a masked stranger into a room and telling him to do whatever he wanted to her wasn’t exactly the smartest thing she had ever done. The whole situation was making her hornier than she had ever felt before, though, so she pushed her worries aside and let the man continue to dominate her.

  He forced her legs apart, positioned his body so that his groin was digging into hers, and began to grind his hips against her while biting and kissing her neck and earlobes. Elle felt a distinct tingling start between her legs, and violent shivers ran up and down her spine. The man murmured into her ear again.

  “Are you nice and wet for me?”

  She knew that she was, but she decided to play with him.

  “No,” she replied, struggling to break free from under his arms.

  He growled and bit down on her collarbone, and she cried out.

  “I think you are,” he said, pushing the skirt of her dress up past her hips and sliding his hand back between her thighs.

  As he rubbed his palm over the top of her black lacy panties, he could feel how damp they were, and he tightened his grip on her hands as they remained pinned above her head. Elle knew that he had discovered her lie, and she moaned and pretended to struggle against him some more. She saw his eyes blazing in a mixture of anger and desire, and she had never wanted someone so badly in her life. He leaned in and roughly kissed her again, while tearing off her panties and throwing them over his shoulder. Sliding his mouth back to her neck, he nibbled her earlobe and she gasped.

  “You lied to me,” he murmured. “What am I going to have to do to you?”

  Releasing her hands for a moment, he moved the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pulled it down as far as he could. Then, he deftly unhooked her bra and threw it on the pillow next to her. Her now-exposed nipples were stiff, and he slid his mouth over one of them and gently sucked on it, before biting and kissing both breasts and her stomach. As his warm mouth descended over different parts of her, Elle felt as if bolts of electricity were streaming through her body, and she arched her back into him, trying to pull him closer. The man growled and pushed her back down, grabbing her hands and holding them over her head again.

  “You seem to think that you’re in control here,” he said, a nasty grin spreading over his face. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, aren’t I?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Until tonight, Elle had never realized how much she loved being controlled and dominated. All her past lovers had been boring and submissive in the
bedroom, preferring her to do most of the work. She hadn’t minded, but this was a whole new experience that she was enjoying far more. The man continued to grind his hips into hers, and she desperately wanted him inside her, but she couldn’t move or do anything while he was holding her down. As he moved against her, he grabbed the nearby bra with one hand, and then used it to tie her wrists to the metal bars of the bedhead. Powerless against him, Elle let him do it but pretended to struggle, wriggling her legs and glaring at him. He flashed her that same cruel smile as before, and then leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging for me to stop. Then I’m going to come, and leave everything I’ve got buried deep inside you,” he growled.

  Elle moaned at his words, but only because she wanted him so badly. She heard a brief metallic sound as he undid the zip to his pants, and then he resumed his grinding against her. With her panties gone and her dress pushed up around her hips, her pussy was exposed to him, and she could feel his hardness digging into her thighs as he moved. He pressed two fingers against her lips, and she opened her mouth and sucked on them. Looking pleased, he pulled them out, reached between her legs and began to stroke up and down her wet slit, before pressing them against her clitoris and rubbing in small, slow circles.