Chapter 3 IN BED WITH THE MASKED MAN

AMELIA

He took me to a luxurious hotel which didn't even have a name sign outside.

With his hand one the small of my back, we walked in. The staff bowed at him then returned to minding their business.

Who is this man? Why did he command so much respect?

We walked into the elevator which had mirrors on all sides and became hyper aware of how much this man was affecting me. I was pretty sure my arousal would soon start running down my legs.

As I looked at myself he came up behind me, pressing his body into my back making my eyes widen as I felt the size of him pressing against my back since he was so tall.

He groaned into my hair, leaning in, “you’re so tense again.”

“Always.” I managed to choke out.

His hand came up to my shoulder, thumb pressing against my pulse then he slowly wrapped his hand around my throat. “You don't have to be tense around me. I want you to be comfortable.”

“I don't know if I can do that.”

“Soon, darling. You will.” he pressed a kiss into my hair just as the doors slid open and I finally remembered how to breathe.

The room was dark until he found a lamp and turned it on the lowest setting creating a very seductive ambience. The room had floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city.

I heard him set his jacket down followed by his  cufflinks hitting a hard surface.

“Looking for exits?”

“Maybe.”

“I don't think you'd leave.” he was right.

I turned around.

He had rolled his sleeves to the elbow, masks on. “The Masks have to stay.”

I wasn't planning on taking mine off in the first place. “Okay.”

He walked forward, hand titling head up to look at him.  "Tell me to stop and I stop," he said.

"I know."

"I mean it."

"I know that too.”

“good girl.”

I turned away, back to him because my heart was racing. He chuckled darkly behind me as his hand started to slide up my arms slowly, raising goosebumps on my skin. He hooked his fingers under the thin straps of my dress and eased them down my shoulders until the fabric pooled at my waist. 

My breasts spilled free, nipples already peaked from the cool air and the sheer anticipation. I heard his sharp inhale behind the mask. He cupped me from behind, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks until I arched back into him with a whimper.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear. He pinched just hard enough to make me gasp, then soothed the sting with slow rolls of his thumbs. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my ass through his trousers as he started to grind into me, thick and insistent. My core clenched emptily.

I needed him badly so I reached back, palming him through the fabric. He let out a deep, guttural sound that made my knees weak. 

“Turn around,” he ordered softly.

I did. Our masked faces were inches apart now. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly through the black mesh, but I felt the intensity radiating from them. He leaned in and kissed me with hunger, he tasted like alcohol and cigar.

I moaned into him, fingers tangling in his shirt as I pulled him closer.

He walked me backward until my thighs hit the bed. With one swipe he got rid of the dress the rest of the way,  leaving me in nothing but black lace panties and my mask. He pulled away from the kiss to take me in with his eyes before he sank to his knees.

“Spread your legs for me, beautiful.”

I obeyed, trembling. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my thighs, letting them hang at my ankles for a second before tossing them aside. Then his mouth was on me. He didn't tease me, just ate like a hungry man making me arch my back off the bed. 

His tongue parted my folds and licked a long, slow swipe from entrance to clit. I cried out, hands flying to his masked head, fingers digging into his hair.

“fuck… yes.”

He growled against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight through me then he stuck two thick fingers inside me without warning going deep, curling and stroking a certain spot that made my vision go white.

“oh!” I screamed.

His tongue continued its assault on my clit while his fingers pumped in a rhythm that had my hips bucking helplessly. The mask made everything more intense somehow, the anonymity made it perfect.

I came hard and fast, thighs shaking, a broken moan tearing from my throat but he didn’t stop. He sucked my clit between his lips and curled his fingers harder, dragging me straight into a second orgasm before the first had even faded. My knees buckled but he caught me as his strong arms wrapped around my waist then he stood.

“Bed.” he rasped. “Now.”

I crawled onto it on all fours, ass up, body shaking from the aftershocks. I heard the rustle of clothes behind me—belt, zipper and the soft thud of shoes hitting the floor. Then the mattress dipped. His hands gripped my hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of my spine to make me arch more. Then I felt the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance, making me shiver in delight.

He slid in just the tip slowly then paused. 

“Tell me you want it,” he said, voice strained.

“I want it,” I gasped. “Fuck me. Hard.”

He slammed in with one brutal thrust. I screamed into the bed as my walls stretched to accommodate him. Both pain and  pleasure coursing through me. He gave me exactly one second to adjust before he started moving with deep, punishing strokes that knocked the air from my lungs. 

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with my breathy moans and his low grunts. I hadn't had sex this good in years that I almost cried.

He reached around, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me senseless. My arms gave out as I collapsed onto my elbows, face pressed into the pillow, ass still high for him. 

He followed me down, chest to my back, one hand braced beside my head. The other stayed between my legs, relentless in its assault.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled against my ear. “So wet and fucking tight. Come on my cock again, Mia. Let me feel it.”

The deep part of me wanted to hear him say my real name like that. At his command my orgasm came fast, my walls squeezed around him making him groan, movement becoming sloppy but he didn’t slow down as he fucked me through it, drawing it out until I was sobbing with pleasure, tears soaking the lace of my mask.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my back. I barely had time to catch my breath before he hooked my legs over his shoulders and drove back in, deeper this time. The new angle had me seeing stars. His thrusts were sloppy now as he rolled his hips, grunts getting louder. He leaned down, masked face hovering over mine. I could see the sheen of sweat on his face as his lips parted in pleasure.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I did. Then he reached between us, pinching my clit gently, and I came again much harder than before, a full-body convulsion that had me clawing at his back, nails digging into muscle.

Only then did he let himself go.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a ragged groan, hips jerking as he spilled his warm seeds deep inside me. I felt every pulse of his cock and each hot shot and it triggered one last helpless squeeze from my exhausted body.

For a long minute we stayed locked together, breathing hard. Then he finally eased my legs down, still inside me and rolled us so I was draped across his chest. His hand stroked my spine lazily, the other resting possessively on my ass.

“Jesus,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I whispered, smiling behind my mask. My body felt so light.

After a few minutes, he said quietly, “stay here.”

“I am here.” I lied.

He may have given me the best sex ever but I had a mission. I couldn't get attached. He seemed like a good guy but I couldn't.

I waited for forty minutes before gently easing his cock out of me, wincing in the process.

He stirred slightly which made me pause but he didn't wake up.

Gently placing my feet on the floor, I stood cold air hitting me but I paid it no mind. The carpet was thick enough to mask the sound of my footsteps as I walked over to where he had draped his jacket. His wallet was inside the pocket, I opened it and found a lot of cash which I didn't touch because that would be easily traced.

I also skipped his business card because it wasn't of importance. Then I got his ID, quickly grabbed my phone from my purse and took a picture before placing it back.

I hurriedly grabbed my dress and underwear, slipping them on and then arranged my hair as best as I could so that none of the staff outside would suspect a thing if they saw me. I also adjusted my mask.

I caught sight of my reflection on the mirror and I looked like someone who had been properly fucked. I pushed that thought aside then looked down at the business card in my hand.

E. Marchetti.

That's all it said, no business name or logo. Odd but I didn't have time to question it.

I slid it into my bag with everything else then walked out through the lobby into the early morning cold, never looking back.

But I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was wrong.