“Did he make you come on his tongue?” I demanded, lifting her legs off the ground so her thighs rested on my shoulders. She dug her heels into my back and I buried my face without waiting for her answer. I already knew. And I wasn’t waiting a second longer to take what was mine.
She was slick and hot, her pussy lips thick and swollen with her desire. I kissed, licked, devoured… crazy with my own hunger. And she ground her hips against me in response. My cock pounded, furious… impatient with its own unfulfilled need. I simply let it drive me on.
My pleasure was her pleasure. Tonight wouldn’t just end with her climax. It would begin with it…
I reached up, cupping her sweet curving cheeks, intoxicated by her scent, her taste… her responsiveness. She was everything I remembered and more. Richer somehow. More luxurious… I slowed my pace as her breathing quickened. Not yet, my angel… not just yet…
“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” I whispered against her belly. The truth was, I was shaking, too… desperate to tear off the masks we wore and take her away from this place. I wanted her a thousand different ways and none of them could happen here, with so many other people so close… I stood up and could feel the heat of her breath through my shirt.
“It’s been… I don’t… I haven’t…,” she was gasping, her delicately restrained breasts heaved with effort. “I just haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she panted.
I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over my face. “He affected you so much?” I asked darkly. “And you’ve never forgotten…” I leaned closer and reached behind her back. The ends of the pink ribbon that barely concealed her nipples were tied in a bow. “Take it off,” I demanded. “I want to see all of you.”
Her blue eyes blinked only once… and then she obeyed. She reached a hand up behind and tugged at the end of the ribbon. Her breasts wobbled for a moment and the ribbon fell away. No longer bound, they bounced apart, free… heavy… round. Her nipples, no longer tiny nubs, were thick and stiff, dark and standing out from her creamy mounds and begging to be sucked. Soon, I told myself… Soon...
“What is it that really brought you here tonight?” I asked deliberately, running the tip of my finger down the slope of her breast. “We both know an angel like you doesn’t come to a place like this without wanting something…” I opened my hand, curving it around her swollen breast, dizzy with the weight of it and the desire that was pushing me to the end of my limits. She leaned into me and closed her eyes. Her dark lashes swept her sequined mask.
“A memory,” she whispered.
My gut tightened hard and my cock pulsed maddeningly. That’s it, Angel, I thought. Begin to trust… “Tell me…”
“It was years ago… I was only eighteen and almost a virgin…” She gasped as I squeezed her in my hand, willing her to go on. She responded instantly… the way she always did with me…
“He was all I ever wanted…,” she went on. My hand moved warmly, the other found its way down her spine… between those soft, round cheeks.
“It was my prom night,” she said, her head lolling against my shoulder as my fingers moved lower. “He took me… he tied me and he touched me…”
“Like I’m touching you now…”
“Yes.” She bit into my shoulder as my fingers reached her tight little rim. She was slippery wet. I rubbed a delicate circle around the sensitive flesh and felt her shudder. “Like this… and he gave you your very first climax?” I whispered against the side of her face. “What else did he do?”
“He tied my hands,” she gasped. “With the sash of my gown.” I felt her hands reach between us, boldly finding the rock-hard heat of my cock. Her hands had my pants open in a fast second and her hand slipped over my slick, ready head. “I thought I could never have a man like him…,” she whispered. “He fucked me…”
“He was older.” I pumped my cock in her hand and felt my balls lift higher. “Not your date?”
“My date was busy fucking someone else,” she said. “He found me, he danced with me… and nothing else mattered after that…”
“And here you are tonight,” I said, pushing my fingers into the velvet heat of her pussy. “You came here to remember. You still can’t forget…”
She leaned back in my arms, surrendering to the pulse that was beating inside her. She held my cock in her hands, not realizing that she was holding far, far more…
“Please,” she begged, her body so sweet and so willing in my arms.
“Please…”
5
Angelina
I held him tight, knowing it was insanity that drove me on. It had to be. I was educated, intelligent… a mother for God’s sake. And I was naked in a stranger’s arms, telling him things I was barely willing to admit to myself. But there was something in those dark, hidden eyes that seemed to pull the truth from me. And my own silver mask, like a shining wall between us, gave me courage. I could trust… for one night. For only one night. Then I would go back to who I really was… to my real life. And this man would never know who I was.
I was safe.
He watched me from behind his mask, letting his eyes run down my body like he was committing me to memory. And he was quiet. Only his cock, beating its pounding rhythm into my hands told me how my words affected him. His heart was racing… just like mine. Then he slipped his fingers out of me and my heart missed a beat.
He took a step back. Only far enough to pull me along with him, further into the darkness and the privacy under the stairs. The music still throbbed, mixed with the sounds of pleasure all around us. But we were hidden from sight. He peeled off his shirt… then left the rest of his clothes in a heap at our feet. His powerful thighs spread as he planted his feet and let me look at him. We were even somehow… both naked and fully exposed. Then he reached down and pulled a long fabric from the pocket of his coat on the floor. It was pale and he wrapped it sensuously around his hands. The shiver that ran through my body was deep and exquisite.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded. “You won’t have another chance. Once it’s done, you’re mine…”
“I want this,” I whispered. And he looped the cold satin around my wrists and pulled it tight, creasing the flesh and making it burn. “Tight,” I begged. “Tighter…”
He looped it again, spreading the tension of the fabric and pulled until my breath hissed through my teeth. The sensation was sharp, intense, but just short of pain.
Perfect.
Then his heavy cock dragged along my hip as he reached above us both and tied the free end to the baluster above us. My heart was pounding with anticipation and thick, sweet memories. How could he know, this perfect, perfect stranger?
He pulled until my arms were fully stretched… my toes only skimming the wood floor below. My bare breasts swayed against the heat of his muscled chest, and he leaned in and kissed me without touching me, until I was panting and frantic. He reached down and picked up the thin strip of satin I’d worn over my nipples and smiled in a way that stirred something even deeper than desire. He kissed each hard nipple and I could feel the power building inside him. It was everything between us, held back and threatening to be released. Then he tied the pink satin back around me, using it to bind my breasts this time, not to cover them… He pulled it tight, strapping my breasts so close together that my nipples were only inches apart and I was firm and round, and thrust fully forward.
“I could fuck you here,” he said darkly, running two thick fingers up the tight, narrow space between my tied flesh. He pulled his fingers out and slipped them into my open mouth. “Or here…”
I sucked and licked, savoring the salt of his skin. He smiled and slipped them back between my breasts, stroking and teasing me. “Or would you rather I fuck you like this?” he asked, dropping his hand suddenly and plunging his wet fingers deep and high in my pussy.
“Ah… that’s what I thought,” he growled at my response. He buried his hand, pushing three fingers in and up to the knuckle. He
sucked one protruding nipple into his hot mouth until my thighs were soaking. I ached to touch him, to even just look at him, but I was held fast. He was an outline in the darkness, and I could only feel what he gave me to feel. I was slipping fast over the edge, when desire turns almost to suffering. His cock butted up against my belly and I jerked, twisting to wrap a leg around his thigh and force him closer, biting into the heavy muscle of his shoulder.
“No submissive, indeed,” he growled with pleasure. “My little angel has a fucking dark side, doesn’t she?” He bit my nipple gently, twisting it and forcing a groan from me. “Thank God for that,” he said through his teeth. “A man needs a woman with spirit… a woman who hands over her trust because she wants to…”
He pulled his mouth away, letting his teeth graze me and the jolt I felt was pure electricity. Every nerve was alive and pulsing, every inch of my body pushed beyond its limits.
“Then fuck me now,” I demanded, my words almost lost in the pounding music and the tension in my throat. ‘If there’s any mercy in you…”
He lifted me by the hips and spun me around, the satin sash twisting and tightening on my wrists. He gripped my thighs, my ass… and spread me wide…
Cold air met hot, aching need.
6
Will
Masked or not, she was fully exposed.
I drank in her scent, her heat, plunging in for one last taste of her before I took her. My tongue swept from sweet hot clit to her tender little ass. I could feel her body beginning to reach up… up toward the climax that hovered just out of reach. She was primed and moaning, her head rolling from side to side. I braced my feet, pushing forward with my hips, lining up her center with the head of my cock. I pushed and pulled all at once, impaling her, and the sound she made was purely primal, setting off a force inside I could no longer control. I set up a rhythm that took us both straight to the edge.
“I want to see your face when you come,” I groaned into the back of her neck. I gripped her, started to turn her… and her whole body tensed.
“I can’t…”
“You will,” I answered as she struggled against the satin bindings. I pushed her knees up to her chest. Then I spun her on my cock until she faced me, almost coming in the process. “Let me take off your mask,” I said, putting her ankles over my shoulders. She dangled from her wrists, but my cock held the weight of her body. I gave a jolting buck with my hips, bouncing her on my shaft.
“You can’t,” she said, even as her walls started to tighten. “Please don’t ask me…” I bucked again and felt a gush of her fluid drip from the base of my cock, down the front of my thighs. “I came here for this…,” she said, “but…”
“But you have secrets to hide,” I filled in. I pressed her thighs together to intensify the friction against her clit. Then I pounded into her, rocking her body with my thrusts and finding her mouth with mine. My fingers slipped between our bodies and I rolled her rock hard little nub in circles. I could sense the explosion building inside her…. rising to the surface…
“Then at least trust me with your name,” I demanded. Her breath was hot against my mouth, her body was trembling and she was beginning to lose control. Her thighs shook and I thrusted even harder.
“No,” she gasped. I plunged in deeper and rolled the head of my cock against her cervix, stretching her, pushing her, finding her limit.
“Then say his name,” I said. “This man you can’t forget…” I felt my cock swell as my own climax started to rise up…
“Will,” she cried out, the word fraught with both pleasure and pain. “Oh, God… Will…”
And the crashing wave of sweet release took us both. I reached up and set her free, tearing the satin and wrapping her in my arms. Her hands tangled in my hair, tore at the skin of my back… her legs gripped my waist and her heels dug into my spine. And still I drove on, thrusting into her sweet, wet depths, filling her with six long years of pent-up need. My seed spilled out of her and still I pulsed. I gave everything inside me, and the power of her climax drew out even more. Long after I was empty, my rod, still hard and pulsating, filled her. Sweat made us slick and it dripped from where we were still joined. I could feel her heartbeat in her tight walls. And every few seconds, she spasmed against me… a slow, reliable rhythm that made me throb in reply… I held her shaking, spent body against me, unwilling for the moment to ever end.
7
Angelina
I had lost all sense of time and place.
It could have been minutes… or hours. Maybe I had slept and dreamed it all…
But when I opened my eyes, he was there. And he was still inside me. He sat on a deep velvet chair, and we were still hidden away under the staircase. I was draped across his lap, still naked, and our bodies were still joined. He swept the hair out of my eyes with a gentle hand and I felt sure it was all a dream. His touch, his voice, his scent… everything about him was exactly what I remembered and more. But he wasn’t my Will. He was a stranger I had given myself to. I reached up, desperate, but found my mask was still there. I had that, at least. I was still a woman without identity…
But I was completely unprepared for this moment.
Mattie and I had planned tonight. We’d talked, argued, debated. I’d been terrified, excited… sure and unsure. But I’d never thought it through this far. How do you say goodbye to a man who’s given you more than you ever dared hope for? A man without a name or a face… who just fulfilled every hope, every need, every single thing you thought you’d never experience again? Another man, with the same power to make me feel what I’d only ever felt with Will…
I rested in his arms, letting him touch me, pet me, all the while his cock giving my aching pussy something hot and hard to squeeze against…
“Do you always do this with your women?” I asked softly, staring into his eyes. They were brilliant even in the shadows and so strangely familiar. “Let them bask in the afterglow?”
His lips twitched and lifted at the corners. “My women…,” he said, drawing out the words on his tongue. “Woman, I think you mean. And yes… though it’s been many years…”
My mind raced. He’s married and she pushes him away. That’s why he comes here… to get what he needs from strangers…
“She was my angel,” he said slowly, looking at me intently. His cock throbbed like punctuation. “And I lost her.”
“So you come here…?”
“Not until tonight.”
My walls tightened against my will, and he smiled again in his familiar way. “Me, too,” I said in a tiny voice. “It’s my first time here.”
“But not being bound,” he shot back easily. “That’s what you came here for…” He rocked his hips ever so slightly.
“Yes,” I admitted, clenching my teeth. “It only happened once, and I… I…”
“And you needed the experience again,” he finished smoothly, nodding. “It was the same for me.” He ran his warm, rough palm over my breast, letting the nipple catch between his thick fingers. “It created a need I never forgot either.” He moved my legs apart with his other hand until my thighs rested outside of his. My back rested against his chest and his jaw was tucked into the crook of my neck. His breath was warm and heavy. His fingers drew lazy circles over my belly.
“Will you come here again?” he asked, kissing the curve of my neck. “For this… for me?” His fingers trailed downward and touched my clit like a whisper.
“No,” I answered honestly. “I can’t… I can’t ever again.” I was panting in time to the movements of his fingers. My pussy clenched tight, asserting its own demands. “This was only for tonight,” I said reluctantly. “This isn’t who I really am. And it’s not who I can be again…”
“We’re the sum of our own choices,” he answered, moving his hips against the swell of my ass. “We can be whoever… whatever… we choose for ourselves.”
I thought of Violet and felt him thicken, lengthen again inside me. “I’m here now,” I
said, already losing my will to the power of sensation. “It’s all I can give you… the only promise I can offer…”
He turned me on his cock, pivoting me and forcing me to face him, the twisting motion almost unbearably intense. I straddled him, my breasts dragging heavily on his chest as he pulled me close. He pushed my hands down along with his, to where his cock filled me. For the first time, I realized how wet we were together…
So wet… too wet… and down my thighs. He pumped and I could hear the sound of us. Where I should have felt the rim of his condom there was nothing but slick, veined flesh. He had come inside me and I’d taken it all. His eyes glowed with pleasure as he pumped inside me.
“You’ll come back for me, angel,” he said, as my traitorous body was swept away by the current of promised pleasure. “I am your choice… And you may be my only chance…
You belong to me now and I’m not letting go.” He held my hips and thrust, licking and sucking my nipples as they brushed his face. “You need more just as much as I do…
You’ll come here again…
And so will I…”
8
Angelina
I left my mask on… all the way home.
Even though it was only Mattie and me, and a taxi driver so jaded he barely glanced at us as we climbed into his backseat. Mattie, her usual perceptive self, let me sit in silence and hide in the shelter of the darkness. I felt another trickle of warm fluid seep through my dress and onto my coat.
Even at this time of night, the Seattle traffic was thick and slow. I looked out the window, watching tiny droplets of mist cling together and run down the glass. The red and yellow lights outside swirled, making me think of a Van Gogh painting. Mattie sighed softly, in sleepy satisfaction, and leaned her head against my shoulder. But I wasn’t sure I’d ever manage to sleep again. In one single night, my whole world had changed.
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