Chapter 17
AURORA
We sit in steely silence for a few minutes. I almost open my mouth several times to say something, but what would be the point if he’s just going to snap at me? Plus, I’m under no obligation to be here for him emotionally.
My job is simple. It’s black and white in my contract. I need to make other people believe. Not him. Not myself.
“What now?” I ask, finding the silence uncomfortable.
“We’ve got no obligations until the ball later,” he says. “We could drink like others do, or use the bowling alley, or mingle with the others. We could do dares and participate in sex parties.”
I say nothing. None of that appeals to me.
“Whatever role you need me to play, I’ll play it,” I murmur. “You said you were down to your last one hundred thousand, and you’re paying me fifty.”
“Correct.”
“I thought that was a meaningless amount of cash to you. A throwaway amount.”
He shrugs. “It’s not. But you need it more than I do. You and your grandma.”
I move up on the couch and place my hand atop his. Heat burns through his body like he’s going to set his suit and mask on fire. “What do you want to do?” I ask.
“I don’t want to,” he growls. “But I should apologize for being such a grumpy ass.”
“Hey, don’t be silly.” I nudge him. “If you apologized every time you were grumpy, you would never finish saying sorry.”He chuckles. It feels good to help him let go of some of his rage.
“Does anything I’ve told you about sound appealing… the sex parties? Mingling with the other guests?”
I try to hide my natural reaction. “Uh… it could be?”
He laughs again, even more carefree this time. “You’re not a very good liar, Aurora.” He wraps his arms around me in a show of affection. “How about we hunker down and watch some scary movies until it’s time to perform again?”
Excitement bubbles up inside me. A whole day of watching movies, one more day until I get to go home with a bagful of cash and change Grandma’s life.
No, I tell myself stubbornly, I’m not excited at the prospect of watching movies with Raiden. It’s excitement at the prospect of getting this job done.
“If you want to?” I say neutrally.
He nods. “I’ll keep my mask on. Remind me this is just a role.”
He says this with a note of bitterness I choose to ignore. I slipped up last night, letting my lust get the better of me, but I can’t let it happen again. Get too close, and I’m bound to get burned.
We watch Halloween, Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, and The Lost Boys. There’s something effortless about curling up in his arms, enjoying the films, especially when the storm gets going again and the wind howls.
I feel safe in his arms. We don’t say much, and when we speak, it’s throwaway comments about the movies.
It’s an uneventful day. At some point, we take off our masks, exchanging looks every so often.
Raiden teases me when I leap up at the jump scare, so I bide my time, waiting for a quiet moment, then let out a scream to scare him.
He winks. “It’ll take more than that to scare me, beautiful.”
All too soon, it’s time to get ready for the ball. I almost persuade him to stay here, spend the whole Retreat watching movies so we don’t have to pretend anymore.
“I’ll get ready first,” he says. “Take my suit into the en-suite so we don’t have any… issues.”
He strides across the room, his shoulders broad and imposing, leaving no room for confusion about what these ‘issues’ could be.
Maybe he thinks if I see him without any clothes on I’ll lose it. Which might not be wholly false.
I still remember his naked body, water dripping down his muscular torso, his manhood rock solid as he touched himself in the shower.
I get my dress and makeup ready. When he walks out of the shower in his suit tailored to perfection, a deep yet hard-to-ignore shudder courses through me.
In the shower, with the water running down my body, I do my best not to imagine it’s Raiden’s hands. I do my best not to imagine him walking up behind me, pressing his naked body against mine.
“With our masks on, we can do anything. Be anyone.”
I finish up, then sit in my bathrobe and do my makeup and hair. Finally, I slip into my dress but hit a snag.
I return to the bedroom. “Could you help me with the zipper?”
We’re both still maskless, letting me see the captivation in his eyes. He looks at me as though I’m a feast. He doesn’t cross the room; he prowls across it. I turn around, looking into a full-length mirror as he walks up behind me.
“You look unbelievable,” he whispers breathily.
“I’m glad you like it… Sir.”
I’m sending him mixed signals, can’t deny it. But when he looks at me like this, though, it’s difficult to remember the last time he touched me was supposed to be a mistake.
“I don’t just like it.” He slowly does my zipper up, his hand brushing against my bare skin. “I love it. You look perfect.” His voice holds a distinguishable shudder.
“Perfect, sir?”
“Do you want to feel how wild you’re making me?”
I swallow. Say no. Attempting to be reasonable.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean, sir.”
“Fuck. Yes, you do.”
He slips his hands around my body and spreads his hands over my stomach, allowing him to pull me against him. His thick, hard, big manhood pushes against my ass.
“You feel that?” he growls.
“Yes, sir.” My voice catches as I struggle to hide my lust. He’s thick, filled with urgent desire, grinding against me as he shifts his hips.
“You want this,” he groans. “Call it a mistake. Call it a deal. But your body wants this.”
“We’re not having sex,” I whisper. Even to myself, I sound as though I’m pleading, attempting to convince myself as well as him.
He takes my shoulders and turns me. Our kiss is explosive, fire working behind my eyelids. I gasp against his lips.
“This time,” he snarls, “you’re going to touch me.”
I rub against him, always aware of his throbbing manhood. “I suppose you can’t go to the ball like this…”
His eyes glint with hunger. “My thoughts exactly.”
“Just… wait.”
I walk away. Find my mask and put it on. When I turn back, he’s done the same, a knowing smile on his lips.
“Sit on the bed,” I whisper.
“Ask me properly.”
“Please sit on the bed, sir.”
He sits on the bed, his dick clearly outlined in his pants, pressing at the zipper like he’s trying to burst free. My core aches, and my clit tingles as though demanding attention.
As I walk across the room, my body tingles with the rustling of my dress against my skin. His gaze never leaves me, eyes staring hungrily from behind his mask.
“What do you want me to do, sir?”
“Make me explode,” he snarls. “In whichever way you think best.”
I feel unbelievably sexy as I approach him. No one’s ever looked at me like this before. When I fall to my knees in front of the bed, in front of him, he makes a choking sound like a starving animal who’s finally about to eat.
My hands tremble slightly as I reach for his zipper. Not with nerves, but with effort…
The effort of trying to stop. The effort of knowing this could be a mistake.
Then my hand is on the front of his pants. I’m rubbing up and down, feeling his swollen thickness. He groans and grabs big handfuls of the bedcovers, trembling like he’s holding himself back.
“Fuck, Aurora,” he groans. “That feels…”
“Good, sir?”
“Good doesn’t even come close.”
“What do you want me to do next, sir?” I murmur.
“Want,” he growls. “It’s not want, Aurora, not when my cock feels like it’s going to explode.
I fucking need you to take my dick out and stroke and suck it like your life depends on it.
I need you to keep going until you feel my come flowing down your throat…
then keep going. I need you to swallow every last drop. ”
His savage tone sends fresh shivers through me. My hand trembles as I undo his belt, pull down his zipper, then pull down his pants and underwear.
His manhood springs free, with a dollop of precome on the end, his veins bulging as a sign of his wild lust. When I wrap my hand around his shaft, he groans.
“Suck it, Aurora. Make me come.”
“Yes, sir.”
The situation suddenly becomes simple. I don’t have to doubt or wonder or umm or ahh. There’s no space for it when he’s giving me such clear instructions. All I need to worry about is his huge hardness.
I stroke him up and down, loving the moaning noises he makes, loving the fact that he has to grab big handfuls of the sheets as if he’s afraid he’s going to take off.
Leaning forward, I taste his precome, sucking his head.
My sex aches. My hole is soaked, my underwear suddenly uncomfortable.
“Take as much of me as you can in your gorgeous mouth,” he grunts.
“Yes…” I lick and kiss his tip. “Sir.”
“Oh, fuck. You know how to drive me wild.”
I stroke up and down his base as I suck him, then push down further, taking more of him in my mouth.
“Touch your pussy,” he growls. “When you come, I’m going to fucking erupt. Do it now. Do it like you mean it. That’s an order.”
With one hand still on his throbbing length, I slip my other between my legs, up my dress, into my underwear. My clit responds with a pulse of pure pleasure when I massage myself.
He gasps, putting his hand on the back of my head, guiding me up and down his solid length.
I rub myself faster, harder.
“I can feel how close you are,” he growls. “The way you purse your lip, and your hand trembles and grips me harder. I can feel… your… need to come.”
We both vibrate, an earthquake for two. Even the storm raging outside does little to distract me. All I can feel is his desire mixed with mine, his thickness, precome pumping out the head of his cock and into my mouth.
I’m so aroused, even the taste of him is hot to me.
Soon, his breath comes heavily, and he lets out a strangled moan, like he’s struggling to produce the sound.
“Fuck!” He gasps. “Come now, Aurora.”
“Yuh-yes,” I whimper, rubbing my hand up and down my folds, my clit, stroking his cock with the same rhythm.
“Say it,” he groans.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Say it now.”
“Yes, suh-sir.”
The moment I say ‘sir’, my body releases the pent-up pressure, the orgasm seizing me and taking me under. I let out a moan, but my mouth is wrapped around his cock, and all I hear is a muffled noise.
He roars as hot come explodes out of him, shooting down my throat.
“Stay where you are,” he grunts when I attempt to pull away. “Take – every – fucking – drop…”
I swallow his salty release as my orgasm bubbles up in me. Mouthful after mouthful, and there’s no doubt, no regret.
Just heat and a surging pride at making him erupt.
When I finally pull away, he stares down at me. “Don’t say it,” he growls. “It’s better to say nothing than to say it.”
“Say what, sir?”
“Don’t play games with me either.”
“That didn’t feel like a mistake, sir, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
He stands and pulls up his pants. “You’re a head fuck, Aurora.”
“I think you like that about me, sir.”
I stand, adjusting my skirt as I go. His eyes roam up and down my body straightaway.
“You sound so fucking sexy when you come,” he groans. “No one’s ever turned me on as much as you do.”
I turn away. Mask or no mask, I don’t want him to see the effect his words have on me.