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by Riley Rollins


  “The left side of the room is for taking your pleasure,” Mattie said, stepping back so I could see. “The right is for giving it. So pay attention to where you go….” She gestured to a sweeping staircase that curved upwards and disappeared into the darkness. “Upstairs is the only place for privacy,” she added. “Couples… even small groups, go up there. But there are attendants everywhere, and lots of protection…” She nodded at a silver tray full of condoms. “And every guest obeys the rules. The word no is like law here.” She smiled, watching as I took in the dozens of people around us. “What happens here, stays here,” she said. “Anonymity… and no consequences. It’s safe to give in… to give up the control you hold so close.…”

  I bit into my lip, sucking my breath sharply, excited just by the words. The last time I’d given in had left me struggling and paying the price for my whole adult life. That I could even dream of letting go again… of feeling even a fraction of the pleasure I’d had that one time with Will… seemed to make every nerve in body come back to life….

  The room was lined with dark wood paneling. A mesmerizing display of sexual tools and toys lined the walls, along with hooks and chains… and velvet cuffs that allowed for bondage without pain. My eyes were searching for satin… for that one familiar link to before… but there was none.

  Paddles and thin leather whips were available for those who wanted intensity, a touch of pain… the adrenaline of fear. I watched a man cuff a woman’s hands high above her head. He slipped a blindfold over her mask, over her eyes, and selected a thick-handled leather whip. But instead of striking out with it, he pushed the handle up between her legs and fucked her with it. The long thin tail was trailing out of her… and he used its tip to tease her nipples as she rocked her hips, moaning from the pleasure….

  Everywhere I looked was another couple, another group, every scene more exotic and erotic than the last. Women, I noticed, weren’t the only ones in submission. Men, too, had given over control to their women. I watched a woman tease her man’s cock mercilessly. His arms were tied behind his back, his legs spread wide. His shaft was enormous, standing high along his belly and throbbing heavily as she stroked his balls with her tongue. She was holding him back, making him beg for his release… I could see it in his face. And all my years of self-control and self-denial began to crumble. For the first time since Will, I knew just how badly I needed release of my own. I was young and healthy… it was natural after all, to have needs….

  I felt my blood moving like syrup through my veins. The seduction of the room was having its way with me. Too much had been denied for too long. I shifted, feeling heat and wetness soaking the thin string of my thong and sliding down my inner thigh. Everywhere I looked, I saw pleasure and the promise of reward. Rex came up behind Mattie and curved one huge, possessive arm around her waist. She leaned back against him and sighed. In one fast moment, I was struck with the weight of everything my life had been missing… and for so, so long….

  That’s when I saw him. The only one in the entire room who was fully dressed. He stood, leaning casually against the bar, wearing a suit so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it. It was designed to show the perfect contours of his broad shoulders and tapering hips. His crisp white collar was open, showing smooth, tanned skin. He was tall, nearly as tall as Rex, but had a kind of grace the other man lacked. His dark hair fell forward, over thick brows and into his eyes. He was looking straight at me, like I was the only other person in the room, with a confidence that said we were the only two who mattered. And something about him, something I couldn’t begin to explain, flipped a switch inside me. I stared back, unashamed, brazen even. For a second, I felt that same perfect sensation I’d felt the night my whole life had changed. My other graduation night. My turning point….

  “Will you be okay?” Mattie asked, pushing Rex’s busy hands away, her voice thick with concern. “I swear I won’t leave you… if you’re not ready.…”

  “Go,” I told her. “Enjoy yourself.” I brushed a kiss by her cheek without breaking his gaze. He was headed straight for me with long, purposeful strides. “I’m good…

  I’ve got this.”

  2

  Will Bond

  It’s her.

  All these years later, even after arranging for this night to happen, I still couldn’t believe I was seeing her again. And she was even more beautiful than I remembered. Her hair was even longer than it used to be, a sweet honey-gold, with the same baby fineness that always made me want to gather it up in my hands. I wondered if it still smelled the same… like fresh air and sunshine. It had taken her a while to see me, but that’s the way I wanted it. I wanted to watch her… to enjoy her. And to see her reaction to this place….

  I could see the change, almost feel it, as it came over her when she saw me, her shift from fear to confidence. All the time apart hadn’t broken that bond between us. Her mask and mine were only there to create an illusion of anonymity. But the body remembers, even when the mind chooses not to. Let her pretend, if she pleases. So long as she comes to me, and only to me….

  That instant magnetic pull seemed to draw my heart out of my chest, my breath from my lungs. I’d let it overwhelm me, overwhelm us both, four years ago. And no, the irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d fucked her on her last graduation night. And I was here, about to do it again on this one. I had tried to save her from that fucking asshole Jimmy, wanted to make her forget all the pain he had caused… and I’d only made everything worse….

  But the past is over. And nothing’s getting in our way this time around. She’s found the courage to come here tonight. It’s proof she’s finally ready for what I have to offer. And she’s finally all mine… only mine….

  I headed straight for her, heating with every step and gratified as hell to see she wasn’t passively standing still and waiting. She was moving toward me, too….

  “White…,” I said, softly. “How it suits you.…”

  We’d stopped only inches apart. I towered over her slight frame and waves of sweet familiarity washed over me. She was average in height, but delicately boned, giving the impression of fragility… quite in contrast to her true nature. She’d always been the strongest woman I’d ever met… she just didn’t know it. She looked up at me, and I felt consumed by the power of her….

  “You’re inexperienced… in your white dress,” I said. “And yet you’re here. And you meet my eyes.” I touched her chin with my finger… she didn’t shy away. And I could feel her temperature rising just from that single fingertip on her flesh. It set off a riot of primal urges inside me.

  “I’m not a sub,” she said, softly. And there was no sweeter challenge. Her words sent my cock pounding straight up the length of my belly.

  “Then do you intend to dominate me?” I asked, sounding far more casual than I felt. I leaned in, almost touching her ear with my lips. “It won’t happen, Angel. I promise you that much.”

  Her reaction was purely exquisite. Using her nickname was the key, and I knew it. I could feel the war of need and control struggling inside her, and moved around behind her to stroke my fingers down the long hollow of her spine, letting them linger at the base. I flashed back to when I’d tied those sweet wrists with the sweet pink satin sash from her prom gown. I’d shaken her to the fucking core when I’d lifted her skirts and spread her thighs with my face....

  “But what about pleasure?” I asked her, watching for her response, knowing she had to be remembering it, too. That night had been pivotal in both our lives, more than she realized…. “I see it in your eyes that you need it, that you’ve denied it too long.

  For tonight… for you… there aren’t any rules except that you give in to your pleasure,” I said, as I lifted her hair from her neck and gave in to the need to bury my face in its softness. “You’ll do this for me,” I told her. “You’ll do this for yourself.”

  And I felt her entire body relax in my hands. A second later, I had her gathered in my arms, away
from the hall and the naked, rutting bodies that filled it. I headed for the stairs, for the privacy of a room of our own….

  3

  Angelina

  Millfield High, Prom Night

  Six years ago…

  I’d managed to tear my dress, my updo had gone completely south, and Mattie’s Midnight Passion lipstick was every kind of wrong on me. By the time I was dressed and ready, Jimmy had been waiting downstairs for at least twenty minutes, Mom was pacing outside in the hall, and my reflection in the mirror looked like anything but a girl about to have one of the most exciting nights of her life. From the neck up, anyway. My dress, even torn, really was pretty great….

  “There,” Mattie said, biting the thread off with her teeth. “I think that’ll hold.” She adjusted the fine silver strap on my shoulder as if we had all the time in the world. It was her unshakable calm that I loved about her most. Well, it was just one of many things.

  “God, look at you,” she said, smiling. “Spin for me… come on now. And see if you can put a smile on that sour face. This is your prom night, not a fucking funeral service.”

  Mom rapped impatiently against the door. Again. She and Jimmy were two of a kind. Neither one had any patience to speak of. Maybe that’s why she liked him so much. And why I should have my head examined for agreeing to ever go out with him in the first place. But she had forced the issue for so long… and by senior year I’d finally given in, just to ease the tension between us. As far as she was concerned, James Seevers… the great heir apparent to the Seevers fortune… ought to be every girl’s dream. I, however, didn’t happen to be every girl.

  Still, I had Mattie on my side, so there really wasn’t much room for complaints. Mattie Wilder had been my best friend since grade school, and was the only person in the world who knew all my deepest, darkest secrets. She kinda knew everything most of the time. And she was right about tonight, too. This was my one and only prom. And minus Jimmy, I’d been looking forward to it. I turned to look back into the mirror, smiling like she’d told me to, and the spell was cast. My silvery dress seemed to float around my ankles just the way it should. The pink satin sash formed a soft, perfect bow at the waist and trailed down the back, almost to the floor. Yes, very Cinderella, I thought. Even if the real prince was way out of her league, and she was going to the ball with one of the little white rats.

  “I swear, you’re the only girl in our class who could pull this off, this whole fairytale look…,” Mattie said, handing me my mask. “Very classic… very… sweet, really…”

  She herself had gone with an elegant black gown that hugged all the right places. The masquerade theme of the evening had most of our friends choosing to go all dark and mysterious, and Mattie was right at home, totally in her element. But I was just too fair. So even if I didn’t look as grown up and sophisticated as the other girls, I’d happily settle for not looking like a kid playing dress-up. I’d chosen to go lighter, understated. Safe.

  I put on the sequined mask, adjusting it, tilting my head to the side to see the effect. And somehow that sparkling bit of silver seemed to pull all the loose ends together like magic. My blonde hair looked perfectly fine, left loose and flowing over my shoulders. And the rosy stain left after I’d scrubbed off the lipstick actually seemed just right. In any case, there was nothing left to do but go downstairs. Jimmy would spend half the night sulking if I kept him waiting any longer. And he already had his nose out of joint because I’d insisted Mattie ride with us. She didn’t have a date and liked it that way. More and more, I was starting to appreciate her point of view…

  And so we headed down the stairs.

  My pumpkin was waiting.

  “Make yourselves at home,” Jimmy said, leaving us in the glittering foyer almost as soon as we arrived. “I’ll go get drinks for us and catch up with you later on.” He gave me a kiss that left a film of moisture on my lips. “Duties of the host, and all that shit.”

  Funny thing was, instead of feeling abandoned, I relaxed, and felt my first flutters of real excitement as he walked away from us.

  Our graduating class was fairly small, fewer than two hundred seniors, and we didn’t have the funds to rent a hotel ballroom. And Mr. Seevers, Jimmy’s father, hated to pass up a chance to show off. So they had generously offered their home for the party, and he and his arm-candy wife were hovering on the edge of the dance floor, acting as chaperones. And, as usual, the minute I was on Seever property, every nerve in my body had snapped to full attention. I scanned the crowd, the tall curving staircases that swept the edges of the enormous room… I already knew Will had come home to attend Jimmy’s graduation. But I was praying I wouldn’t have to wait until then to catch a glimpse of him.

  Maybe I should have felt guilty. He was ten years older than me, and Jimmy’s half-brother. But none of that had stopped me from dreaming, even when we were still kids and Will was already in college. He was still older, of course, but then so was I. Finally. My eighteenth birthday had come and gone almost a month ago. But remembering that night was the last thing I wanted right now. Cringing, I pushed the memory of it down… out of my mind.

  And that’s when I saw him, coming down the stairs. It never failed. That warm feeling of liquid heat I felt every time he was near. Yeah, I probably should have felt guilty. But if anyone had

  the ability to make tonight the one to remember, it was Will. My fairytale prince. My untouchable, unreachable, off-limits dream come true. Just one dance with him tonight…

  “And here he comes,” Mattie whispered into my ear. “Or at least he will if you play your cards right....”

  “Tshhhh,” I hissed, working hard to keep what little poise I had. “Will you just… just… go, alright? Nose-ring guy over there is dying to get his hands on you… So just go…”

  “His name is Kevin,” she shot back with a smirk. “And don’t knock the piercings.” She pushed back a handful of her bright hair and smiled back over her shoulder slyly. “Not until you’ve tried it anyway. I know I’m going to.” She grinned. “I heard his big nose is just the tip of the iceberg…”

  She left me with my mouth hanging open and years of her advice ringing in my ears. Mattie was all about taking chances. And according to her, I was still way too naive…

  But I never was again, not after that night… Not after Will…

  “Dance with me,” he had said.

  Three simple words that changed my whole life. I could have said no. Except that I didn’t. I’d known all along I’d have given up anything and everything to wind up in Will’s arms. And the minute he pulled me against him that night…

  I pretty much did.

  4

  Will

  The Underground

  “I can’t.”

  I looked beyond the mask into her sapphire blue eyes and stopped cold.

  “I’m not saying no,” she added, quickly. “Just not upstairs…

  You’re right,” she went on, her face so close to mine. I hadn’t put her down… and I had no fucking intention to. “I’m here, and I… I do want this… But we’re strangers, just the same. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

  “And at the end of the night we go our separate ways…,” I answered slowly. “But right here, right now… This only works if you can give in to what you want. You’re going to have to trust your own desires… You’re going to have to trust me.” I gathered her against me tighter, tight enough the pressure of my chest pushed her breasts up so they nearly spilled out the top of her neckline. Bigger than I remembered…

  “I do,” she replied, not looking up from my mouth. “I’m not entirely sure why… or how, but you remind me of someone. From a long time ago…”

  “A man who woke up a need inside you,” I whispered. “A need you never forgot… for something you were afraid you’d never feel again.” I let her slip down until her feet touched the floor, but kept her crushed against me. The resulting friction made it all too clear to both of us that precious tim
e was passing… “And you’re back tonight, to taste that sweet temptation again… to surrender your body, to give up control… just for a night…” As I spoke, I moved her, under the curve of the staircase, into the waiting darkness there. The balusters cast shadows on her pale skin. I shifted her easily so that my body formed a shield. I had no intention of sharing her with the rest of the room. I had come here for her, and I wanted her all to myself.

  “What did he do… this man you can’t forget?” I ran my fingers under the thin straps of her dress… and remembered… “Did he look at you, like this?” I snapped the silver straps and felt a primal surge run like fire just under my skin. Her dress fell in an instant, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong and thin strap of pink satin that covered nothing but her nipples. I couldn’t stop the rush of pure greedy satisfaction. She remembered the satin, too. And she’d loved it as much as I had…

  I ran my fingers over her skin. Her neck… her shoulders… the hollow between her breasts. “Did he touch you like this?” I whispered, teasing her with my fingers, willing them to move slowly, deliberately. My reward was the quiver that ran through her. She might hide behind her mask, but her flesh told me the truth. I ran one gentle palm down her shivering belly and between her thighs. Not only was she wet, but she was slick down the insides of her legs. Memory is a powerful thing...

  “Oh… my… God…,” she breathed, putting her hand out for support. Her eyes were heavily lidded and she rocked on her feet unsteadily. “Yes,” she whispered over the pulsing sound of the music behind us. I knelt down in front of her and pressed my face into her, breathing her scent, inhaling her essence. She was perfume and musk, like a drug screaming out to my need. I tore through the lace at her hips and her thong fell to the floor.

 

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