Masked Indulgence

by Michelle Love

  I gulped as I heard the loud smacking sound of leather meeting flesh and the yell of pain that followed. My eyes closed as I thought about what I was getting myself into.

  His arm moved over my shoulder, and he drew me in close. His lips grazed my ear as he said softly, “You’re perfectly safe with me, Katana. No reason to worry at all. Just sit back and relax. Enjoy the show—then perhaps you’ll think about what you and I can come up with together. I promise you won’t feel abused while in my hands.”

  The way he spoke, the look in his eyes, the way he touched me—it all made me feel at ease. He was a perfect stranger, yet I felt drawn to him in a way I’d never felt with any other man. Another smacking sound had me looking at the couple on the small stage.

  Sagging in the ropes, the woman seemed beaten down. My heart ached as I knew how that felt. In more ways than one. Lyle Strickland wasn’t the first person to beat the hell out of me and leave me wishing for death to take the pain away. But he’d sure as hell be the last.

  When the woman’s Dom untied her, he carried her wilted body to a bed and laid her down with gentleness. He got up to leave her, and her arms went out to him as she moaned, “Please, sir.”

  “Now you want me?” her Dom asked her. “I thought you wanted that other man.”

  “Only you, sir. I’m only meant for you. Please take me. I am yours.”

  Since we didn’t get to see most of the show, I figured she must’ve been cheating on her Dom and had gotten caught. My eyes cut to Mr. S’s, finding him none too pleased with the scene. A hard line had his lips clamped shut.

  He and I both seemed out of place in the BDSM club. The look on his face was different from the look most of the other men who watched the show had. He looked disgusted, while most of the others looked enticed. I had to admit, that particular scene wasn’t a thing I liked either.

  If someone cheated on you, you let their sorry ass go. No need to whip them into loving you. As if that could even happen in real life.

  It came as no shock to me when he leaned in close once more. “I’ve got a few toys at my hotel. What do you say we ditch this place and head over there?”

  My brain interjected. Um, hello, Katana. You don’t even know this man’s real name or one damn thing about him except he’s into BDSM.

  Cocking one brow, I dared to ask, “Do you think you could give me some identification before I take you up on that offer?”

  Without missing a beat, he pulled out his wallet and showed me his California driver’s license. “I’m Nixon Slaughter, owner of Champlain Services in Los Angeles.” He went one step further and took a business card out of his wallet, slipping it into my hand before putting his wallet away. “That’s my number. Feel better about being alone with me now, Katana Reeves?”

  With a nod, I agreed to what he wanted. “I’m in your hands now, Mr. S.”

  “I think for tonight I’d like to be called Master, my little slave girl.” He got up, took my hand, and away we went.

  Chapter 3

  Nixon

  Heading into the lobby of the Heathman Hotel, Katana and I got a few stares as we strolled in. She’d donned a red cloak to cover her little naughty negligee, but we’d kept the masks on. It felt more fun that way.

  In the elevator, we rode up to my room with two other couples. They seemed to sense we were up to no good and stayed on the far side, away from us. When we got out, the others stayed inside, and we both laughed as we walked down the hallway.

  Putting my arm around her shoulders, I gave her a little squeeze. “Think we intimidated them?”

  “Seems like we did.” Katana smiled, and it made my heart beat faster. Her smile was amazing. So bright, brilliant, and genuine. “I guess they thought they’d ended up in an elevator with a couple of freaks.”

  “Didn’t they?” I asked as I chuckled and pulled out the keycard to open the door to my hotel room.

  I let her go in first, and she looked around at the glamorous room. “I’ve lived in Portland for a long time now and have never been inside this place. It’s like a Portland treasure.”

  “It is. This hotel is where I always stay when I come to town.” I closed the door, locking it behind us.

  She turned around at the sound and looked at the door. “Just so you know, I’ve never done this.”

  “I thought you said you had, but it turned into a bad thing?” Was she getting cold feet? I hadn’t even done anything to her yet.

  She pulled off the cloak and draped it over the back of the chair in front of the small desk. “I mean, I haven’t gone to bed with a man I’ve just met.” She looked at me and grinned shyly. “Or are you one of those BDSM guys who just get off on the punishment phase and not the sexual one?”

  Stepping out of my shoes, I wondered what she was thinking about all of this. She seemed calm, but she had just come into a hotel room with a stranger. She and I had discussed nothing on the way in. Nor had I tested the waters on anything yet.

  For my part, I felt very unlike myself—and I had no idea why she would have this effect on me. But I was going to get past that for sure. Katana had a beauty about her that intrigued me. She wasn’t able to hold eye contact long at all. And when we were alone in the back of the car on the way to the hotel, she hadn’t spoken unless I’d said something.

  It was almost as if I was a virgin teen again with no real clue as to what to do, and Katana seemed to be having the same reaction to me. I found myself stumbling over my words as I tried to answer her question. “I, um, well—let’s see. I don’t get off on hitting, if that’s what you’re asking me. And I’d like to have sex, if that’s okay with you.”

  She looked down, her eyes glued to the floor. “Okay. I mean, I’d like to have sex too. It’s actually been a long time since I’ve done anything.”

  “How long’s a long time, Katana?” I took my jacket off and went to hang it up.

  “A year or so.”

  I dropped the jacket on the floor and turned around. “Are you shitting me?”

  She shook her head, and my heart went out to the young woman. “About a year and a half, actually.” She looked up and looked around the room, her eyes landing on the minifridge. “I don’t suppose you have any alcohol in there?”

  I unbuttoned my shirt, now completely understanding her need for alcohol. The poor thing was pent up. I could fix that. “No need. I know how to quench your thirst. On the bed, on your back. Your Master is about to please his little slave.”

  “Should I undress first?” She turned one heeled foot inward as she put her hand on her hip.

  “No. Just do as I’ve told you.” I stripped down to my tight black boxer briefs and went to the side of the bed where she lay down, waiting for me. “Close your eyes, slave. Relax.”

  Picking up her foot, I ran my lips up her long leg then grabbed the top of her thigh-high fishnet stocking with my teeth, pulling it down until it was at her ankle. I pulled off her high heel then removed the stocking.

  Running my hands up her bare leg, I felt goosebumps as they pimpled her cool flesh. I did the same thing to her other leg before I settled my body between her legs. She was nervous; I could tell from her shallow breathing.

  “One of the rules of the club is that everyone is screened for diseases and the females are in charge of the birth control.” I leaned in and blew on her panty-covered cunt, her essence already pouring through the thin fabric. “Have you taken care of all that, slave?”

  “I have, Master.” I watched as her hands moved into fists on top of the bedspread. She was getting tense in anticipation of what I was about to do.

  “You have nothing to fear. Our safe word is red. Say yellow if you’re beginning to get uncomfortable. Got it?” I blew on her pussy again.

  “Got it, Master.” She began to tremble, and I knew she was letting her mind get ahead of her, worrying about what she’d gotten into.

  Little did she know she had a pretty great guy who’d make sure she got what she’d gone into the D
ungeon looking for. “I’m going to rip your panties off and cut your clothes away from your body. Not to worry though, I’ll have something sent up for you in the morning. I want you all night long, slave.”

  She tensed up even more but said nothing. I smiled as it thrilled me to know she trusted me so much, even when she had absolutely no reason to at this point.

  With one swift pull, I ripped her panties off and put my mouth on her cunt, running my tongue through her warm folds. She moaned softly then got louder as I kissed her pussy lips. Lips that hadn’t seen any action in way too long.

  The sounds she made had my cock growing more and more. I knew right then that it would be hard to keep myself under control with her. But I liked a challenge, so I thought only of pleasing her and ignored my straining male member. He’d get what he craved soon enough, and plenty of it, when I stuffed my fat cock into her soaked pussy after she’d come a few times for me.

  Moving my tongue inside her and lapping up her decadent taste, I lost control for a bit as my brain took a siesta while my inner sex god feasted on her delicious cunt. Oh, but she tasted like sin wrapped in heaven!

  As great as she tasted then, I had to know what an orgasm would do to enhance that. Moving my tongue out of her, I went to work on her clit, which had swollen to three times its original size. Rolling it between my lips, I sucked it then moved my lips up and down it as it grew even more.

  Her moans grew louder, and she arched up to me. I could hear her fists pounding the bed, and then she whimpered as her body let go. I moved down, eager to get my tongue inside her to feel how she contracted with her orgasm.

  Fluids met my hungry tongue as I shoved it into her tight pussy. She clenched down on my tongue as I moved it back and forth, encouraging her body to keep coming for me. Amazed by everything she gave me, I knew I’d picked one ripe female for the night. I’d make this a night she’d remember for a very long time. A night that she could get off to if she didn’t have sex again for a long time.

  I pulled my head away from her soaking pussy to look at her. She looked gorgeous as she panted, her eyes closed. The mask was still on her face, hiding her a bit from me. For one moment I thought about taking the masks off. But I shook my head. The masks lent anonymity to what we were doing. That was part of the thrill—fucking someone you didn’t have all the information about, and not caring.

  Getting off the bed, I saw her gorgeous blue eyes open, and she watched me as I went to get some things. “Thank you, Master. I really needed that. You were right. I didn’t need any alcohol to get into this. You’re very good at what you do.”

  “Glad you liked it, slave. Now tell me how much pain you want to feel, and I’ll give that to you, too.” I pulled some of my favorite toys out of my suitcase and turned around with four sets of fluffy cuffs. “And how do you feel about being restrained?”

  She sat up and ran her hands over her heaving breasts. “I haven’t been bound in a long time. I’ve never allowed that after what happened to me.” My face must’ve shown my disappointment because she quickly added, “I trust you, Master. I’m in your capable hands and will do anything you want to.” She laid back down. “Go ahead, strap me down. I am yours to toy with.”

  My cock jumped with her words. Mine to toy with?

  She really would be a treat!

  Chapter 4

  Katana

  The only words I could use to describe Nixon’s body were totally ripped. The bulge in his tight black underwear left nothing to the imagination. He was hung better than anyone I’d ever been with and my pussy was throbbing with need for his massive appendage.

  The last click I heard left me pinned to the bed in a spread-eagled position. My negligee was still intact, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case for long as he headed back to me with a knife in his hand. The light glistened off the long blade; my heart sprang into action with the fear the object invoked. I gulped, closing my eyes as I felt the cold blade against my skin.

  Soft ripping sounds met my ears as he cut away the flimsy material that barely hid my body from his gorgeous green eyes. Once he had cut away everything, I felt the tip of the knife as he moved it over me. He stopped at one nipple, and I could feel the sensitive tip pulsing. I had no idea knife-play could be so enticing and erotic. Whenever I’d thought about it before, I thought I’d be much too afraid to enjoy it at all.

  How wrong I’d been.

  The knife went down my side, and Nixon’s mouth came to replace the blade at my nipple. He pulled it with his teeth, and I moaned as a slight pain jolted through me in the best possible way. Then he soothed it with some gentle licks before biting down, making me yelp.

  His laugh was deep and sinister. He enjoyed making me cry out in pain. The blade moved up and down my side, igniting both chills and heat inside of me. It would be so easy for him to rip me open with that long sharp knife, yet he wasn’t going to do that. Something inside me told me that.

  Nixon pulled the knife over my stomach then up to the other tit, and he moved the edge up until I felt the sharpness at the base of my nipple. One swift movement and I’d lose it. I stopped breathing.

  Shit, have I handed myself over to a murderer?

  Sure, he’d given me his card with his name and number on it, but what would that matter if I was dead?

  The safe word, red, ruminated inside my brain, but before I could say it the knife was gone, and his hot mouth was on my tit. He sucked it hard and long, and the cold knife came to rest on my stomach as he sucked me. I groaned as the pain from his strong sucks mixed with pleasure deep in my core. I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never had anyone suck on my tit with such aggression and for so long, and the climax that washed over me took me by surprise.

  “God!” I cried out with the sensation. My entire body pulsed with a very different orgasm than I’d ever experienced.

  Nixon’s voice came softly near my ear, “Hush now, slave. We’ve only just begun.”

  My entire body quivered. We’d only just begun?

  I had already ridden two monstrous waves and we’d only just begun?

  Did I have the stamina to make it through the night?

  I watched him walk away from me, his fine ass moving with each step.

  Yeah, I can find the stamina to make it through the night with him!

  My arms longed to wrap around his muscular body, and without conscious thought I pulled to test the cuffs holding them. My legs pulled too, wanting to wrap around him, to hold him to me.

  My pussy, still throbbing from the orgasm, wanted more. It wanted him buried so deep inside me that it defied possibility. I ached to feel him all the way up to my heart. And I wanted it now. “Please, Master, take me now,” the words came out with a whimpered plea.

  He stopped and spun around. His eyes were hard and cold all of a sudden. “Are you telling your Master what to do, slave? That’s grounds for punishment—surely you know that.”

  I didn’t know that. I mean I did, but I didn’t. I thought I’d phrased it in such a way that it didn’t come off as telling him what to do, but I must’ve been wrong.

  He went to his suitcase, pulling out a long black leather belt. I gasped as he came toward me and undid all the cuffs. I lay perfectly still. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me around until I was face down on his lap.

  One smack with the belt had me yelping, and he gave me three more in rapid succession. “Are you going to tell your Master what to do anymore, slave?”

  I gauged how my body reacted to the spanking and found it was on fire. And not in a bad way. My hesitation to answer him had me getting three more hits, and I moaned as I felt my pussy creaming with desire.

  I wanted more.

  I kept my mouth shut, and he gave me three more before asking, “Does my little slave like to be punished?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “More, please.”

  “And there you go again.” He gave me three more smacks then reached under me and inserted his finger into me, finding me w
etter than I’d ever been in my life. “Ah, I see why you’re being so disobedient now.” He pumped his finger into me and used his free hand to smack my ass some more.

  Insane as it might sound, I was getting off to that in a huge way. His finger kept moving in and out as his other hand smacked me over and over. Then he moved his finger in a come-hither motion, hitting my G-spot—which I hadn’t even been sure I had, as no other man had ever found it, nor had I. I burst into an instant orgasm and cried with the release.

  Tears flowed from my eyes like rivers as my body let everything go. The tension I had been carrying around for weeks—maybe even months or years—seemed to turn to water inside me and rushed out of my body through my eyes and my pussy.

  Before I knew what was happening, he’d moved me to lie on my back and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He got on his knees and lapped up the thick cream I’d emitted for him. The sounds coming from deep in his throat made me think he’d never tasted anything he’d ever enjoyed so much. It stirred something inside of me.

  Why can this only last one night?

  I shook my head at that thought and wiped my eyes. I couldn’t go thinking about the future. Who knew, he might come back for more now and then.

  When he’d gotten his fill, he stood up, wiping my wetness from his chin with the back of his hand. “Suck me off.”

  I hurried to get on my hands and knees on the bed, and his erection was right at my level. I eased his underwear off his massive cock and found it was hard as a rock.

  Taking it in my hands, I looked at the beautiful thing and licked my lips, anticipating how full my mouth would be. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, stretching my jaw, and then licked the tip and took hold of the base of his cock.

  Only the top quarter fit into my mouth, and I used my hands to cover the rest. After only a few strokes I felt the need to give him more. He’d given me so much, after all.