Masquerade (BDSM Erotic Romance - Rough)

by Harris, Mia

  Heat began to spread throughout Elle’s body, and the tingling between her legs was getting stronger. She ached for something to be inside of her, and she knew that he knew what she wanted. The man moved his fingers away from her clitoris and pressed them inside her, feeling her slick, wet tightness. He pumped the fingers in and out of her for a moment, and then pulled them out and jammed them into her mouth again. She sucked on them, tasting herself as she did so, and he smiled. Tugging his underwear aside, he pressed the head of his cock against her opening and thrust inside her in one hard movement. Elle gasped as she finally felt him inside her, and he glared down at her as he began to move in and out of her, already hard and fast. Her head was spinning with pleasure, and within minutes her back was arching in orgasm. Gasping and closing her eyes tightly as the waves of pleasure descended over her, she felt her muscles tightening around his cock, and he grunted in contentment.

  “You’re so tight and wet for me,” he muttered into her ear, his voice guttural.

  He slowed down his movements as she recovered from her orgasm, and when her eyes opened again, he resumed his hard and deep thrusting.

  “Do you like being fucked hard?” he asked, looking into her eyes. “You like being held down and fucked by a complete stranger?”

  “Oh, yes…” she murmured in response, unable to believe that this was actually real.

  He tugged on her hair and forced her to kiss him again, but his kiss wasn’t as rough this time. Sliding his mouth back to her ear, he growled softly.

  “And what does that make you? You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

  Elle moaned in response and looked into his eyes as he drew his head back. He spoke again, and stopped thrusting for a moment.

  “Say it. Say that you’re a dirty slut for me.”

  “I’m a slut,” she whispered breathlessly, not wanting him to stop. “I’m a dirty whore for you.”

  He looked satisfied, and then leaned back down.

  “I want you to come again for me.”

  As he spoke, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clitoris and continued to move in and out of her, gradually increasing his speed. She whimpered and sighed underneath him, and minutes later she exploded in another orgasm. Her legs twitched and quivered uncontrollably underneath him, and he felt a heat building in his groin.

  “Do you want me to come inside you?” he growled.

  “Yes!” she gasped.

  His eyes nearly rolled back in his head with pleasure as he grunted and buried his sticky, warm fluids deep within her, and he collapsed forward, panting. Underneath his weight, Elle struggled and moaned, and he finally propped himself up on one elbow. He looked down at her for a few minutes, catching his breath and not speaking. Desperately needing to pee, she asked him to untie her, saying that she needed to use the bathroom. He smiled nastily.

  “I don’t know. I could let you go, but then you might run away. And I’m not anywhere near done with you,” he said.

  “Please! I promise, I’ll come back.”

  The man got up and opened the door slightly, making sure no one was around. Picking up her handbag from the carpet, he came back to the bed and untied her.

  “You can go, but I’m holding onto this. You won’t get it back unless you come back,” he said, holding her bag above her head.

  Elle pulled her dress straps up, not bothering to put her shoes, bra or panties back on, and hurried down the hallway to Ana’s bedroom. She knew that Ana had a small ensuite bathroom in there, and she didn’t want to risk being seen by everyone in this state if she used the main bathroom. After she had crept into the bathroom and turned the light on, she nearly gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed a bright pink, and her hair was all over the place. Smoothing it down as much as she could, she did what she had come to do and then hurried back to the spare bedroom where the man awaited her. She really couldn’t believe that she had just fucked a total stranger, in a mask no less, and the thought made more shivers shoot down her spine. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to get back to him.

  As she stepped back into the bedroom, she noticed that it was no longer as dim as it had been earlier. The man was standing by the window, and had just opened the blinds so that more moonlight was streaming into the room. Elle closed the door behind her, and saw that his mask was sitting on the bed. As he realized that she was back, he turned around and faced her, and in the bright moonlight, she saw his face for the first time. Except it wasn’t the first time, she immediately realized. It wasn’t even the second time, but the third. It was Andrew, the man from the grocery store and the coffee shop.

  “Oh my god. You!” she said, shocked to her core. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  He smiled at her from across the room.

  “Ana’s boyfriend is one of my best friends,” he replied. “I’m actually surprised that you and I hadn’t met sooner.”

  “But you… you have a girlfriend! I saw her at that café with you today,” she said angrily, heat rising in her neck.

  Elle had already realized that sleeping with a random stranger was probably a stupid idea, but she had enjoyed it. Now, she was deeply regretting her decision to do so, and some other poor girl was probably going to get her heart broken if she ever found out what her boyfriend was doing behind her back. Andrew looked surprised for a second, and then opened his mouth to speak, but before he had said anything, she crossed the room and slapped him across the face, hard. She saw his eyes darken with anger, and he tried to grab her by the wrists again, but she ducked away from him and dashed back to the door. Just as she reached it, she looked back over her shoulder and saw him stalking towards her, and then gasped as he grabbed her by the waist and shoved her against the wall. Her body went rigid against his, and she tried to push him off.

  Glaring at her, he hissed into her ear.

  “So you want to play rough then, huh?”

  “No! Let me go!” she shrieked, trying to ignore the treacherous heat that was spreading throughout her body.

  A nasty smile spread across his face again, and he looked into her eyes.

  “I can tell that you still want me to fuck you. Don’t try to deny it,” he murmured.

  Despite how much she disliked the man right now, he was correct. Elle couldn’t deny how much she still wanted him to throw her down on the bed and fuck her again, and she dropped her arms against her side and softened her body against his. Andrew pressed himself closer to her body and glared down at her.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, rubbing his face where she had slapped him.

  Looking up at him fearfully, she could see the barely-contained desire in his eyes despite the brutal expression on his face, and she gave in.

  “I want you to fuck me again,” she whispered.

  He pinned her arms against the wall and kissed her roughly before pulling back, his mouth inches from her ear.

  “Even when you were wearing that mask, I knew it was you. I recognized that little freckle on your shoulder, and I could hardly mistake that body for anyone else’s,” he murmured as he ran a hand up and down her hips and thighs.

  “You knew the whole time? Why didn’t you say something?” she asked.

  “Because I thought this’d be more fun. But, I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you this morning, trying to reach that shelf. I couldn’t believe it when I saw you walk into the party that I was at tonight.”

  With those words, he sank to his knees and nudged her legs apart, biting and kissing her inner thighs. Elle moaned with contentment, despite the incredible guilt that she felt for sleeping with another woman’s boyfriend. Andrew parted her folds with his hands and began to gently flick his tongue over her clitoris until her legs trembled. She was still sensitive from earlier, and it wasn’t going to take much to make her come again. Before she could, though, he stood up and forced her to turn around, and then pushed her so that she was pressed up against the wall, nearly touching it with her face.

 
“Stay there,” he growled, before walking back over to the bed and grabbing her shoes and still-damp panties.

  She obliged, keeping her hands on the wall above her head. He stalked back towards her, tugged her hair so that her head was facing him, and shoved the panties into her mouth to gag her. Then, he put the shoes back on her feet.

  “If you need me to stop at any point, just shake your head,” he murmured, sliding his mouth back over her ear and nibbling her earlobes.

  Elle nodded and turned her head back to the wall, wondering what he could possibly have in store for her. She had a vague idea, as she could feel his cock digging into the back of her right thigh, already rock-hard again. She arched her back and sighed in anticipation as he pressed his cock against her entrance, and he grabbed her hips. Four inches taller now with the heels on, it was easy for him to slide himself inside her from behind, and she moaned in pleasure as he thrust his thick cock in and out of her. Desperate to come again, she bucked her hips against him, but he held her down and forced her as close to the wall as possible. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter, and after only a few minutes, he pulled out of her slick tightness and stepped back for a second.

  Elle turned her head and looked over her shoulder, just in time to see him raise his hand and slap her on the ass. She moaned through the gag in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he growled into her ear.

  “Do you want me to keep doing that?”

  She nodded her head vigorously, and then moaned again as he continued to spank her, harder. Stopping after a couple of minutes, she could feel his still-hard penis digging into her thighs as he grabbed both of her ass-cheeks and spread them with his hands. Elle arched her back more, and gasped as he slid two fingers inside her warm, wet tightness. He slid them in and out of her for a moment, and then pulled them out and slid one wet finger against her puckered asshole.

  “Do you want me to fuck you in here, baby?” he growled. “I think it’s a fitting punishment for you being so bad and slapping me.”

  Elle thought for a second, and then nodded her head and groaned through the panties that were still stuffed in her mouth. She had never had anal sex before, but she had been told about it by certain friends. ‘It’s amazing, it hurts at first but then feels incredible’ they had all said, and now seemed like a perfect time to try it.

  Andrew slowly pressed his wet finger into her asshole, and when she had gotten used to the feeling, he pushed another finger in. Sliding them in and out of her, he bit her neck and earlobes as he did so, knowing that it would take a while until she was ready for his cock. He pulled the fingers out for a second and spat on them before pressing them back inside, making her asshole as wet as possible.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he murmured, giving her ass-cheeks another slap before wetting his cock and positioning it right up against her anus.

  Elle nodded again, and then tensed up and moaned in pain as he pushed the head of his cock inside her ass. He stopped for a second, allowing her to get used to the feeling, and when she started to relax, he pushed himself in deeper. Reaching around to her front, he slowly rubbed her clitoris with one hand, and she gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he slowly pressed his cock further and further inside her asshole. After a moment, he pulled out of her so that only the head of his cock was still inside her, and then pushed himself back inside. She was starting to relax and loosen up even more now, and he knew that she was ready for more.

  Pulling her hands down from the wall, he told her to spread her cheeks for him while he fucked her. She obliged, and as she spread them, he began to thrust in and out of her, enjoying the sight of his hard cock disappearing into her ass. She felt hot and tight around his cock, and he groaned in pleasure and started to move into her harder and faster. Pulling his hand away from her clitoris for a moment, he tugged her hair and made her look at him over her shoulder. The look in her eyes turned him on even more, and he pulled her panties out of her mouth.

  “Are you enjoying this?” he said, still thrusting in and out of her.

  “Mmm… yes,” she whispered breathlessly.

  Andrew reached around and started to rub her clitoris again, and just as he knew she was about to come, he murmured into her ear.

  “By the way, I don’t have a girlfriend. That was my sister that you saw me with, so you really shouldn’t have slapped me, you bad, bad girl.”

  His words, coupled with the actions of his hand on her clitoris, sent her over the edge. She felt as if her legs could no longer hold her up as the waves of pleasure flooded through her body, and Andrew held her up, groaned with pleasure, and thrust into her one more time before spurting his sticky semen deep inside. Leaning against her and panting for a moment, he caught his breath and then slid out of her. He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her back over to the bed before gently placing her down.

  “Did you really think I was that much of an asshole?” he asked, stroking her hair. “I know I like to play rough, but do I look like the kind of guy that would cheat?”

  “Well, you are very sexy,” Elle said, a lot happier now that she knew he was single.

  “So are you,” he murmured.

  Pushing her onto her back again, he climbed on top of her and squeezed her breasts. She craned her neck, wanting him to kiss it, and he did.

  “I’m glad I ran into you here,” he said. “You know, I was going to ask for your number at the store earlier, but then that annoying girl came along. Then I was going to ask you again at the café, but you went running off like a lunatic.”

  Elle pouted.

  “Well, why didn’t you come after me?” she asked.

  He grinned and kissed her again before answering.

  “I figured that if I’d already run into you twice in one day, it was bound to happen again soon. It’s not like this is a very big city. If I had to, I would’ve gone back to the café and asked the barista. He seemed to know you. But, I didn’t have to, because you showed up here tonight wearing that ridiculous cat mask.”

  Elle giggled and quickly dressed, and then asked Andrew if he wanted to go back out to the party.

  “I don’t know… why don’t we go back to your house and get cleaned up instead?” he said, a twinkle in his eyes.

  “Why? So we can just get ourselves all dirty again?” she asked.

  “That’s the idea.”

  Elle couldn’t stop herself from smiling as they sneaked out of Ana’s house and waited for a cab. Tonight had far exceeded her expectations, and she was glad that she had come. She couldn’t wait to see what else Andrew had in store for her.

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