Masks Read online

  She wanted to tell him to stop and to never stop. No one had ever talked to her like this before—she’d never dreamed she wanted anyone too. And yet…suddenly she was melting inside. He was telling her he wouldn’t take her unless she asked him to, and telling her exactly how he would do it when she asked him at the same time.

  “I…I don’t…” she started to say, but he stopped her with a kiss. This time his mouth wasn’t as gentle and chaste as it had been before. He was firm but insistent, seeking entrance until she opened her mouth to him, giving him what he wordlessly demanded.

  Standing with her hands raised helplessly above her head and her legs spread, wrists and ankles fixed immovably to the cross, Chloe had never felt so helpless or so hot. As yet, Mark had done nothing but caress the tops of her breasts and kiss her senseless, but she felt like she might melt into a puddle on the black carpeted floor if the wrist restraints weren’t holding her up. Does this mean I’m some kind of pervert that likes being tied up? she thought hazily as the kiss went on and on. Or did it just mean that she liked Mark? His dominant but gentle ways, his hot words interlaced with promises not to hurt her. His hands and mouth on her body…

  He pulled back at last and placed a final sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth. “That’s good, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath barely stirring the hair at the nape of her neck. “That’s very good. I think you’re ready to play.”

  “Play?” Chloe looked at him, wishing she had a hand free to touch the feathered mask she still wore for a boost of confidence. What did he mean by “play”?

  Mark answered with actions instead of words. He reached for the front of her bustier and began unlacing the leather cord that held it in place. His hands were warm on her skin as he bared her breasts to his gaze.

  “Please…” Chloe bit her lip, unable to stop the small, helpless cry from escaping. The other times she’d had sex had been in the dark. Sweaty fumblings that were almost anonymous because of the lack of light. She’d never had a man undress her before. Never had a man look at her so hungrily, as though she was a work of art, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  “Shh,” Mark told her again, softly. He had stepped back for a moment to admire his handiwork. “Do you know how gorgeous you are, standing there like that? How absolutely unbelievably beautiful you look?” He stepped forward again and cupped both her breasts in his large, warm hands. Chloe shivered helplessly at the sensation of his calloused palms against her erect and sensitive nipples.

  “Oh God,” she whispered softly. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “What do you want me to do?” he teased gently. He seemed to have forgotten about his command that she call him Master, which was a good thing. Chloe could barely remember her own name at this point, let alone anyone else’s.

  Mark pinched her nipples gently, twisting the sensitive points until she moaned at the cruel pleasure. He released her gently. “Did that hurt?” he asked, softly.

  “A…a little,” she admitted.

  “Would you like me to make it better?” The deep voice held a sensual promise she couldn’t ignore…couldn’t resist.

  “Yes,” Chloe breathed. The next moment his hot mouth was sucking her, taking as much of her right breast inside as he could at once while he continued to pinch and twist her left nipple without mercy.

  “Please… Oh God, please!” Chloe found she was thrusting her chest out, trying to give him better access to her bare breasts. His mouth on her was hot and wet and utterly right. She could feel the heat and moisture gathering between her spread thighs as he worked on her relentlessly. Over and over, from right to left and back again he teased her with his tongue and teeth, gently nipping at her sensitized nipples as she writhed against the smooth wood of the Saint Andrew’s cross at her back.

  Finally, when she thought she could stand it no longer, he pulled back. “Is that good, sweetheart?” His voice was low and needful as he looked into her eyes.

  Chloe moaned in frustration. Of course it was good! Why had he stopped?

  “How good was it? How much did you enjoy it?” Piercing blue eyes behind the black leather mask searched her own and Chloe found she couldn’t look away. Mark’s hands were on her waist now, traveling slowly down her hips over the black leather skirt. He leaned forward and whispered his last question in her ear. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”

  Chloe looked at him, unable to answer. The question was so shocking in its intimacy that she couldn’t begin to formulate a reply. No other lover had ever asked her anything like this before.

  “If you don’t answer me I’ll have to find out for myself.” Mark’s hands traveled lower, playing with the bottom hem of the short, black miniskirt which had somehow risen to the tops of her thighs. “Do you want me to find out for myself?”

  He was giving her a choice and Chloe knew she ought to say no or at least shake her head. But somehow she just couldn’t.

  Mark leaned closer, his breath warm in her ear. “If you want me to touch you, spread your legs for me.”

  With a soft little moan, Chloe did as he said. Her legs were already spread wide by the position of her ankles at the bottom of the cross, but now she spread her thighs even wider, welcoming him in.

  “That’s right, spread wide for me, sweetheart.”

  She felt his hands raising the hem of her skirt past the tops of her thighs, leaving her with nothing but the brief, black leather thong between them. Then Mark was pulling the thong aside, baring her sex to the cool air and his hot gaze. Chloe gasped as he cupped her mound in his hand, pressing upwards to increase the contact and grind his palm against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center.

  Then he was spreading the lips of her pussy, rubbing blunt fingertips lightly over her throbbing clit, testing her heat and moisture as he explored her wet cunt.

  “God…!” The sound was torn from Chloe’s throat as he touched her. Her knees buckled and she might have fallen if it wasn’t for the cross’s restraints.

  “Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like it when I pet your sweet, wet pussy?” Mark’s voice was low and hot. His gaze burned into her as two long, strong fingers entered her and began to fuck into her wet depths.

  Chloe threw back her head and moaned. The sensation was so intense. It was almost too much and yet she knew she didn’t want him to stop.

  “Beautiful.” Mark was watching her hungrily as she gasped and moaned and writhed on his fingers. “So beautiful when I touch you like this. I wonder if you taste as good as you look?”

  His words barely registered with Chloe. In fact, they didn’t really penetrate her brain at all until he was on his knees in front of her, raising her skirt even higher and pressing his face between her thighs.

  “Wait a minute!” she gasped, trying to draw back. For the first time she would have stopped him if she could. This was something else outside her limited realm of experience. It came to her again that she barely knew this man, this Mark, whoever he was. Why did he want to do this?

  He must have felt the tension in her thighs and heard the reluctance in her voice. Looking up, Mark met her eyes with his blazing, piercing gaze. “Trust me,” he breathed softly. “You know I won’t hurt you. Just spread your legs for me and let me taste you, sweetheart.”

  “But…but I don’t…”

  His breath on her cleft and his warm fingers on her thighs were melting her protests. Feeling like she was drowning and burning at the same time, Chloe allowed herself to relax and let him in.

  “So beautiful,” she heard him murmur again from his position on his knees before her. “So hot and sweet.” And then he was spreading her lips again and pressing a long, hot kiss to her open cunt, tasting her as she had never been tasted before.

  “Oh God!” Chloe’s hips bucked in reaction to the kiss and the hot, wet suction he applied directly to her swollen clit. He was pressing his face between her thighs, urging her to open even further for him, tonguing her sensitive folds, kissing
her sex the way he had kissed her mouth moments earlier. Then she felt his tongue inside her, pressing deep as his fingers had moments before. He had his arms locked around her thighs, surging forward as he ate her, tongue-fucking her pussy as though he would never be able to get enough of her sweet, salty taste.

  Chloe heard soft, breathless moans coming from somewhere and realized she was making them herself and she couldn’t stop. She had never felt anything like this. The sensation of being spread and feasted on was utterly new and utterly addicting.

  He pulled back long enough to whisper, “Delicious. You taste so damn good, sweetheart.” Then he was pressing back between her thighs, spreading her even wider. He sucked her clit into his mouth again and Chloe could feel his long fingers entering her once more, pressing upwards as he ate her. She was close, so incredibly close… The hot sensations of his mouth on her clit and his fingers inside her were shoving her over that divine edge she had experienced only rarely before.

  Then his fingers moved suddenly, withdrawing from her cunt and pressing further, entering her back hole with the moisture he’d collected from her pussy to ease the way.

  It was the hottest, most shameful thing anyone had ever done to her and Chloe didn’t know if she loved it or hated it, but the unexpected action sent her flying over the edge of orgasm, helplessly calling his name.

  “Master…Mark…oh God…!”

  At last, he looked up from his place between her legs. He was panting slightly and his mouth was wet with her juices. Chloe could feel the wanting that burned in his eyes reflected in her own.

  “Please,” she whispered brokenly. “Oh, please…”

  “Please what?” he asked, his deep voice tense. “What do you want me to do, Chloe?”

  It didn’t even register with her that he had used her real name. The only thing she could think of was her need—the overwhelming need that was pushing her to do what she knew she shouldn’t. The second rule is never have sex with the client…a voice whispered somewhere inside her head. But Chloe couldn’t care less for rules at that point—she only knew about hunger. The hunger she felt in her own body and the hunger she heard in her lover’s voice.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please, Mark. Make love to me.”

  * * * * *

  The next thing she knew, he was unbuckling her wrists and ankles from the cross’s restraints.

  “What—?” She tried to make sense of his action with her lust-hazed mind.

  “Can’t make love standing up,” he replied, finishing one wrist restraint and moving on to the next. “You can fuck, but that’s not quite the same thing. Besides,” He stopped a moment to look her in the eye again. “I want you under me. I want to feel your long, pretty legs wrapped around my waist while I thrust into you. While I make love to you.”

  He finished unbuckling the last restraint and dipped his head to kiss her again. This time Chloe could taste herself on his lips, sweet and salty and hot. It was unbelievably erotic. She felt a new surge of need wash over her as he fed her the taste of herself on his tongue, sharing his pleasure in her feminine flavor with her.

  Then Mark was swinging her up into his arms and carrying her from the mostly untouched dungeon room to another room she’d barely gotten a glimpse of—the bedroom.

  For all that Zoe claimed not to sleep with her clients, the room certainly looked like a set for seduction. The king-sized bed was draped in red satin sheets and the lighting was low and romantic.

  Mark laid her on the bed and began pulling off the rest of her dominatrix outfit, making her nervous all over again.

  “Wait a minute…what…?” Chloe attempted to cover herself with her hands, suddenly shy despite everything he’d just done to her. The red satin felt cool against her back and thighs and a small shiver of goose bumps ran over her skin.

  Mark stopped what he was doing and stroked her cheek, looking into her eyes. “I want to feel your skin against mine, not all this leather. I want to completely see your beautiful body while I touch you—while I enter you. Is that all right, sweetheart?”

  “I…” She looked back at him, meeting his gaze. It was unnerving to feel such intimacy with a man she’d only met an hour before. “I guess so,” she said at last. But…” Rule number three… Never take off the mask. She reached up to touch the cool feathers that surrounded her eyes. “But not the mask,” she said. “All right?”

  “If that’s how you want it.” He sounded a little sad for reasons she couldn’t define or explain. Maybe it was just her imagination. “I’ll leave mine on too,” he said, going back to work on her skirt.

  “All right.” She felt both relieved and disappointed. But it was important to preserve her anonymity, wasn’t it? After all, it wasn’t like she would ever see him again after tonight.

  Her worried thoughts were swept out of her head as Mark finished undressing her down to the last boot. She was completely nude except for the mask she still wore and then he started pulling off his own clothes.

  His body was magnificent, the broad chest and shoulders tapering to narrow hips and long, muscular legs dusted with the same coarse black hair that grew on his chest. But it was his cock that caught and held Chloe’s attention. Her earlier assessment of his size and length while she had been frisking him turned out to be right on the money. He was big—maybe too big. She felt her eyes widening and her breath coming short. God, he would tear her apart with that monster!

  Mark’s gaze followed hers to the thick shaft nodding between his legs and he seemed to understand her fear. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered softly, stroking her cheek. “It’s all right. I’ll make sure you’re wet enough to take me and we’ll go nice and slow. I promised not to hurt you, didn’t I?”

  Slowly, Chloe nodded. “It’s just…” Her voice felt lodged in her throat. “It’s just that I haven’t been with that many guys and you’re really… It’s just a little scary,” she finished softly.

  “You don’t ever have to be scared of me.” His deep voice was caught somewhere between sorrow and tenderness. “I’ll never, ever hurt you. Here.” He produced a condom from somewhere and tore open the small foil wrapper. “Why don’t you help me with this?”

  Shakily, Chloe rose from her supine position and took the condom he was offering in one hand. Then, hesitantly, she reached for him.

  “It’s all right—go ahead,” Mark urged gently. “Let me feel your hands on me.”

  Feeling as if her heart was beating in her mouth, Chloe did as he said. His shaft was warm and satiny smooth in her hand. It seemed to pulse in time to his heartbeat as she caressed its length with growing courage. She reached lower and cupped the tight, lightly furred pouch that hung below his cock, learning him with her fingertips as he knelt above her.

  “Oh God…” His low, appreciative groan startled her and Chloe realized she had been stroking him for more than a minute when she was supposed to be putting on the condom.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, beginning to fumble with the small latex coin. “I just…”

  “No, don’t apologize.” He stroked her hair gently. “Your hands are so small and soft—feels wonderful. But I need to be inside you, now.”

  “All right.” Chloe finished with the condom and lay back on the bed. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to batter its way right through her ribs. Every beat seemed to shake her entire body. She tried to keep her thighs from trembling as she spread her legs for him, wondering what it would feel like to have that thick shaft inside her.

  But instead of shoving into her at once, Mark began to kiss her again. He trailed warm kisses along her neck and down between her breasts to her sensitive nipples once more. His hot, wet tongue glided over the quivering plane of her belly and dipped into the rounded cup of her navel before reaching her sex once more.

  “Spread a little wider for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his warm breath puffing against her inner thighs. His large, warm hands caressed her legs as he spoke. “I want to t
aste that sweet pussy one more time and make sure you’re ready for me.”

  The hot, erotic words undid her and Chloe felt her thighs relaxing once more under his touch. His mouth was softer this time, more gentle and less demanding, as though he realized that she must be sensitive from his earlier attentions. Chloe moaned, helpless to hold back the soft sound as he worked on her. His hot tongue explored her thoroughly once more, tracing magical figure eights around her sensitive clit and pressing deeply into the entrance to her cunt as though he was reaching for her heart with every thrust.

  Slowly, she felt herself climbing the peak of pleasure once more. Her thighs tightened involuntarily around his head and she reached down to feel the cool leather of his mask and the warm silk of his thick black hair as he ate her gently but relentlessly.

  Just as she thought she was going to explode once more, Mark drew back from her, panting. “Oh…why…?” She couldn’t keep the disappointment out of her voice. She had been so close.

  “Because I want to feel you come all over my cock,” he said, answering her half-articulated question. “You’re ready for me now and I need you, sweetheart. Can you spread yourself for me and let me in? Let me all the way into that sweet, wet pussy?”

  Chloe bit her lip. “Yes,” she whispered, not trusting herself to say anything else. God, she’d never been touched this way, tasted and stroked and made love to so sweetly and relentlessly. She wanted him inside her more than she’d ever wanted anything. All the fear she’d felt was washed away with the need he’d built inside her with his hands and mouth and tongue.

  “All right.” She felt the large, plum-shaped head of his cock find its way to her quivering sex and lodge securely in entrance to her body. There was a feeling of pleasurable pressure as he slipped inside her, making her gasp a little at his size.