Masquerade By The Master

by Lili Valente

  But clearly I don’t part them far enough.

  “Wider.” Edward grips me behind my knees, spreading me so wide it sends a twinge of discomfort through my hips. “Don’t fight me, princess. Let me in; give me control. I’m going to make it so good for you, I promise.”

  Biting my lip, I will myself to relax. Immediately the pain in my hips vanishes and the electricity building between my legs sizzles hotter.

  “That’s it.” Edward strokes the insides of my thighs with his warm hands, making me tremble. “You’re so sexy when you obey me, Ivy. Now put your hands on your tits. Touch yourself, baby. Make your nipples hard for me.”

  I obey, cupping my breasts in my hands and rolling my nipples lightly between my fingers and thumbs. But, though the touch is gentle, it still makes me wince in pleasure and pain. I’m so sensitive, so raw, and we’ve barely started. I swallow hard, backing off until I’m using almost no pressure at all, but I can’t stop the whimper that rises in my throat. Waves of longing course from my nipples to the needy place between my legs, making me squirm as Edward spreads my knees even wider.

  “You’re already wet, aren’t you, princess?”

  I nod, tongue slipping out to dampen my dry lips as his thumbs dig deep into my inner thigh muscles, massaging the tight flesh beneath his fingers, slowly working his way from my knee up to where I’m already slick and ready.

  “I can smell how hot you are,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my neck before raking his teeth lightly across the skin, making me moan again. “So salty and sweet. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you, to make you come on my tongue.”

  My hands fall to my sides, but he corrects me immediately.

  “No, beautiful. Don’t stop touching yourself. Pinch your nipples for me. That’s it. Yes, like that, but harder.”

  I obey with a gasp, quickly becoming overwhelmed by sensation. I’m so keenly aware of him. Of the heat of his body and the smell of his skin—soap, sage, and Edward—and the restrained power in his touch as his fingers reach my sex and gently caress the swollen flesh of my outer lips.

  “Have you ever had clamps here, sweetheart?” he asks, pinching my slick skin tight between his fingers.

  I nod swiftly, quickly moving beyond language, beyond thought or reason.

  “Answer me, Ivy. Tell me if you’ve ever had a man clamp your pussy before he fucked you.”

  “No, sir.” My brow furrows in pleasure-pain as I continue to tease my nipples, and Edward continues to squeeze the lips of my pussy between his warm fingers. “I mean, yes. Yes, to the clamps. No, to the other. I’ve never gone that far with any of the men at my club. We’ve never had sex. I wa-wasn’t ready.”

  “Are you ready now?” His thumb dips lightly into the well of heat between my legs before coming up to oh-so-gently circle my clit. “If I wanted to clamp your pussy before I fuck you tonight, would you like that?”

  “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m ready for anything you want to do to me, sir. Anything you want.”

  “Anything?” The pressure on my clit increases, making me gasp. I’m so close, dancing the razor’s edge between anticipation and release, and he’s barely touched me. “Are you sure about that, Ivy?”

  “Yes.” I meet his gaze, hoping he can see the desperation building inside of me. “Yes, sir. As long as you let me come before I lose my mind. I’m so close.”

  “I’m not going to let you come.” His voice drops to a growl so deep I can feel it rumble through my chest. “I’m going to make you come. But first I want to show you another secret. Something that’s going to make you feel so fucking good.”

  I blink, but before I can ask what he means, Edward grips me beneath the arms and lifts me into the air. A moment later, my back is against the statue’s cold, hard thigh and something even colder and more insistent is nudging the skin near my tailbone.

  I turn to look, but Edward captures my chin in his hands and turns me back to face him.

  “It’s the secret of this statue.” He kisses me softly, his tongue teasing along my bottom lip before he continues. “The snakes in the water at her feet aren’t just beautiful to look at. They’re made for things like this…”

  His hands drop to my thighs, urging me to lift my hips and scoot back until the head of what feels like a cock made of smooth stone fits against the entrance to my sex. My eyes widen as I realize what he wants me to do, but I don’t resist as he gently urges me to drop my hips, down…

  Down…

  Down…

  …until I’m completely impaled on at least six inches of thick, solid marble.

  “Oh God,” I whisper, chest heaving as my pussy pulses and throbs around the cold stone. It feels so wrong, like I’ve been invaded by something foreign, penetrated by a creature that’s not quite human, but at the same time it’s so incredibly good. It’s hot and dirty and strange in the best way. My inner walls grip and release, grip and release, undulating around the marble of their own accord, taking me higher, making me whimper again.

  I’m on the verge of climax when Edward takes my hands in his and lifts them over my head.

  “Hold on here.” His voice is rough as he wraps my fingers around what feels like part of Medusa’s slim arm. “Don’t worry, you won’t do any damage. This statue was built to be used like this. Just like your beautiful pussy.” His hand drops back between my legs, his fingertips skimming over my clit, making me gasp as he kisses me.

  His tongue strokes against mine, fucking my mouth, claiming me as he rubs my clit harder, faster, until I’m rocking on the stone buried deep inside of me. It doesn’t take long, however, to discover that I can’t move more than an inch in any direction without the marble knocking against the bones of my pelvic floor. I’m pinned here, at the mercy of Edward’s wicked hands. I should stay still and make sure I don’t bruise something I’m going to want in one piece later tonight, but I can’t stop myself from seeking the release I need so desperately. I buck into Edward’s fingers and roll my hips, sending the blunt end of the stone that penetrates me into bruising contact with my G-spot.

  I cry out, my head falling back as a violent wave of pleasure bolts through me.

  “Not yet, Ivy.” Edward flicks my clit lightly, making me groan.

  “Oh please, sir,” I beg against his lips as he kisses me again. “Oh please.”

  “Not yet, princess,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. “I need to taste you first. I need to taste how badly you need to come.”

  I start to protest, to insist that I can’t wait even though I want to. I want to please him as much as I want release, but I’m so close. I’m falling, tumbling, spiraling out of control. My lips part to confess my weakness, but before I can draw a breath, Edward pulls back and slaps my left breast—hard.

  My eyes go wide, but he’s already slapped my right breast, sending them both bobbing on my chest and a rush of white hot arousal throbbing between my legs. I go molten inside, burning hot enough to melt stone.

  “Fuck, sir,” I gasp, my nerves threatening to overload.

  “You will wait.” Edward slaps each breast again, harder this time, making me cry out as the fresh sting sharpens my desire to a knife point. “You will wait until I give you permission to come, Ivy. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, sir,” I all but scream. “Oh God, yes, sir! Please, sir.”

  “You do please me.” He cups my breasts in his hands, kneading the hot, tender flesh. “You please me so much, beautiful girl.”

  My head falls back, knocking against the stone as Edward takes first one nipple in his mouth and then the other, sucking and biting and teasing me, stoking the fire already roaring inside until I disintegrate in the flames. Until I’m nothing but one raw, exposed nerve desperate for release, and I lose sight of everything but the explosive need to come.

  But I don’t. I refuse to.

  I fight to hold back as Edward’s mouth moves between my legs, playing through my folds. I bite my lip and clench my jaw as he tongu
es my clit in beautiful, torturous circles and whispers that I taste like paradise. I cling to the stone above me, the statue’s arm the only thing grounding me as I fight to wait, to last, to please this man who is about to give me the most intense, unbelievable, insane release of my life.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says, kissing my clit before he sucks it between his lips, making me cry out to the stars spinning overhead, praying for strength. I’m on the verge of losing the battle against my own pleasure, when Edward finally says, “Come, princess. Come for me.”

  With a groan that becomes a primal cry, my head falls back and my orgasm rips through me. My pussy locks down around the stone shoved deep inside, gripping fierce and tight, doing its best to prove that there is nothing more powerful than this pleasure. Not steel or stone or nuclear explosions or all the fiery suns burning in the sky.

  I come so hard it feels like the skin is melting off my bones and I’m glowing white hot in the cool air, and then suddenly I’m outside my body. I watch myself writhe on the marble slipped between my legs as Edward kneels at my feet, worshipping my pussy with his wicked, wonderful mouth.

  And for the first time since I started down this road, submission feels like more than an assertion of my post-Prescott-family identity, more than a way of saying that I call the shots as to who receives my obedience.

  Tonight is explosive, but sweet. Savage, but sincere. Wild, but safe, sane, and exquisitely beautiful.

  It might be twisted to find beauty in what most people would see as depravity—who lets herself be fucked by a statue and a man she hasn’t seen in years?—but I do. I find beauty in this moment, this shared fantasy, and in the face of the serpent-haired woman who watches as my second release claims me with a ferocity that leaves no room for anything else.

  There is no room for thought, no room for language, no room for anything but Edward and me and the magic.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Edward

  All I want to do is rewind time and relive every minute in this garden all over again, every moment of Ivy, fierce and magnificent in her pleasure, her submission. I want this first time tattooed into my memory forever. I want it so badly I’m tempted to stay between her legs until I make her lose control again, but there are voices coming from the tunnel leading into the sculpture court.

  There’s a chance that whoever is headed this way will miss the hidden side passage, but in case our time alone is coming to an end, I need to get Ivy covered.

  In the past, I’ve never minded an audience. Sometimes I prefer one—there’s something to be said for the phenomenon of group arousal—but I don’t want anyone to see Ivy like this. She is shattered by pleasure, raw and vulnerable and incomprehensibly beautiful.

  Anyone who laid eyes on her right now would fall in love at first sight, and I refuse to tolerate any competition for her desire or affection.

  “We need to go, sweetheart.” I pull away, shrugging back into my shirt and jacket.

  “Go,” she murmurs dreamily, clearly still drifting somewhere high above the clouds.

  “Here, let me help you.” I gently lift her off the statue, jaw clenching as I see the wetness she’s left behind on the stone. I never imagined I could be jealous of a rock, but I am. I’m hard enough to give marble a run for its money and desperate to get my cock between Ivy’s long, trembling legs.

  So desperate that when her hip makes contact with my erection, I have to bite back a groan. It’s becoming physically painful to be denied the sweet relief of her body, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last before I have to take her back to our room.

  “Arms up, beautiful.” I set her back on her feet, holding her steady as I kneel and fetch her dress from the ground.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m perfect.” I smile as I slip the dress over her raised arms and the fabric glides into place. “I heard voices, and I don’t want to share you, that’s all.”

  She blinks, nodding as she runs a hand through her hair, smoothing her curls. “Me, either. I don’t want to share you. This. Any of it. Is there another way out of this part of the garden?”

  “Yes, but it’s a bit of a climb.” I hook the straps of her sandals with my fingers as deep voices echo through the darkness, confirming that intruders are headed our way. “Best let me carry your shoes.”

  “All right,” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder. “Let’s hurry.”

  “This way.” I take her hand, holding tight as we jog across the gravel to the base of an ancient oak with roots clawing deep into the ground beneath us. When we reach the trunk, I form a basket with my hands. Without a beat of hesitation, Ivy places her foot into my makeshift step and reaches for the lowest branch, pulling herself onto it. I follow, swinging up beside her and pointing out the easiest route up through the limbs.

  By the time two men stumble out of the tunnel, already half undressed and kissing as if they intend to devour each other from the neck down, Ivy and I have climbed high enough to step out on top of the wide wall surrounding the courtyard. There, shielded by the leaves, she pauses, turning back to watch as the dark-haired taller man falls to his knees, tearing at the top of his lover’s pants.

  I pull her close, her back to my front, and murmur into her hair, “Do you like to watch?”

  “Sometimes,” she whispers. “They’re beautiful.”

  “They are,” I agree. The blond man’s cock is free now, fisted in his lover’s large hand as the man in the gray mask brings his mouth to the swollen head and licks, teasing with his tongue in circles around the sensitive skin.

  My cock throbs miserably at the sight. I’ve never been attracted to another man or been particularly turned on by the sight of two men fucking, but right now the knowledge that someone else’s dick is being sucked and stroked while I pulse and suffer inside my pants, is enough to make my vision blur.

  But as I’ve just shown Ivy, torture only adds to the fun.

  I reach around her, slipping my hand beneath the neckline of her dress to cup her breast, feeling her heart thudding hard against her ribs. I make a gentle fist, pulling her tighter against me, hoping she can feel my pulse pounding every bit as fast. “But they lack imagination, don’t you think?”

  She glances at me over her shoulder, her lips curving. “You certainly don’t.”

  “There’s more where that came from, princess.” I brush my thumb lazily back and forth across her nipple.

  “Let me take care of you first.” She reaches back, stroking my erection through my pants. “I want to make you feel good.”

  I glance past her to where the dark-haired man’s mouth is getting well and truly fucked. His lover plows deep between the kneeling man’s lips, shoving his cock down the other man’s throat, grunting at the end of each thrust.

  My grip tightens on Ivy’s breast even as the brush of my thumb on her nipple grows whisper soft. “Do you think you’re ready for that, princess? To have me in your mouth, down your throat?”

  Her hand cups my ass, urging me closer as she arches her spine, nudging her tailbone against my erection with a rhythmic pulse that threatens to make my head explode. “I want you everywhere right now,” she says. “Down my throat, between my legs, wherever you want to be, Edward, however you want to take me.”

  Biting the inside of my lip, I force myself to exercise restraint as I slowly guide the strap of her dress off her shoulder. I bring my hand to my lips, wetting my fingers and thumb before returning them to her nipple, making her gasp as I roll the tight bud between my newly slick fingers. “What about right here, right now? While we watch?”

  She shudders. “Yes. As long as you promise not to fall off the wall when you come.”

  “Good point.” I glance over my shoulder at the ten-foot drop to the ground on the other side of the wall. There are footholds that would make climbing down an easy task, but a fall from this height would be a good way to put an end to the fun.

  I turn bac
k, burying my face in her fragrant hair as I whisper, “I’ll lie down to be safe. But don’t worry, I’m fully capable of topping you, even if I’m on the bottom.”

  “I believe you,” she says, breath rushing out. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on you, sir.”

  “That makes two of us.” With a last glance at the scene unfolding below, where the blond man pulls his lover’s mouth tight to the root of him at the end of each thrust, I stretch out on the stones and open my fly, letting my burning cock bob free.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Ivy

  My first thought is that someone should carve him in marble, every inch of that beautiful length.

  Edward’s cock is even more stunning than I remember, nearly as long as my forearm and swollen so thick I’m not sure my fingers will be able to meet around it. A blue vein pulses along the ridge, echoing the hungry throb between my legs, and as he shoves his pants and boxer briefs lower, baring the entire length of him from root to rise, a drop of pre-come leaks from his tip.

  His need is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to be the one to bring him relief.

  But first to torture him a little…

  Biting my lip to hold back a moan of anticipation that might be overheard below, I kneel between Edward’s spread legs, grateful that the top of the wall is a full three feet wide. There’s plenty of room for me to brace my hands on either side of his hips as I lower my face.

  I close my eyes, inhaling the clean, animal musk of his sex. It’s an intoxicating scent, better than soap or cologne or anything manufactured in a lab. It’s a smell that cuts straight through to the heart of me, triggering a powerful, primal response.

  I breathe him in, and—Yes. This. Right—echoes through my head, but not in those words. The certainty and recognition coursing through me is older than spoken language. It’s the vocabulary of blood and bone, of hour-long kisses that imprint the taste of the one you love on your soul.

  Slitting my eyes, I soak in the sight of him before slowly extending my tongue and licking him from base to tip. His breath rushes out as I circle the head of his cock with lazy swirls, mimicking the way the slimmer man down below teased his partner.