Chapter 2
CARA
I stand there in his room, staring at the door, arms wrapped around myself as I perch on the edge of his bed. I can feel the blood rushing in my veins, goosebumps trailing across my bare back as I wait for him to arrive.
Is all of this some kind of joke at my expense?
After the way my life has been going lately, it’s hard not to imagine it might be, all things considered.
I know I should keep myself under control, but a part of me wants to throw my dress back on and run for the door before he arrives, certain I’m going to make the worst kind of fool of myself if he steps inside.
Or maybe everyone from the gala is going to be standing there, laughing at me for believing for a second that I had a hope in hell with one of them. ..
But then, I remember the way his thumb skimmed my lips, and I do my best to soothe myself. He couldn’t have touched me like that and not meant it. And the way he spoke to me, that low, commanding tone to his voice, there’s not a chance I could have said no.
He’s clearly used to getting what he wants, and tonight, he has decided he wants me.
And damn, is there a thrill in that.
The thought has me clenching my thighs together, trying to contain the desire that threatens to overflow at any moment. God, am I really doing this? I squeeze my arms around myself a little tighter.
I’m pretty sure men like him are used to getting precisely what they want, and they are not willing to settle for anything.
And, just then, I hear the keycard against the door, and it swings open before me. I tense on the bed, rising to my feet. And, as he pushes the door shut slowly behind me, he surveys me, just like he did back on the gala floor.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, taking a step towards me as he shrugs off his suit jacket. I’m still wearing my mask and heels, exactly as he commanded, and I both feel totally exposed and entirely disguised in the same moment.
I can make out beneath his mask, thick silver hair pushed back from his face—he must be older than me, by a whole hell of a lot, actually. But I find it hard to care. All that means is that he knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it, right...?
He closes the distance between us, his hands exploring my naked body like he’s been waiting for this since the second he laid eyes on me. His palms sweep down my waist, gripping at my hips, his fingers sliding around to grope at my ass.
I gasp at his roughness, but can already feel myself responding.
And then, all of a sudden, he catches me by the hips and spins me around so I’m facing the bed once more. His hand slips to the middle of my shoulderblades, pressing me down slightly.
“Let me see that perfect pussy,” he murmurs, and I glance around to see him sinking to his knees behind me. He lets out a deep growl of appreciation as he parts my thighs, planting my heels into the floor a few feet apart so he has all the access he needs.
“Look at how slick you are for me already,” he continues, as he rubs his fingers along the outside of my folds. I suck in a sharp breath, the sudden stimulation sending a shock of arousal through my entire system.
I feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy, close enough to make my toes curl in my heels. I crane my neck slightly, trying to get a better look at him. But, before I can, his voice comes from between my legs, so certain that I’m left no room to argue.
“Eyes forward. Hands on the bed beside you. And spread your legs for me.”
I do as I’m told, my body responding to him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I hear some movement behind me, and then all of a sudden, the warmth of his breath turns into the warmth of his tongue as he swirls it around my slit.
I whimper into the bed, my knees trembling as I try to hold myself upright. Fuck, that feels so good.
His stubble grazes the insides of my thighs as he massages my ass with one hand and holds me in place with the other, his tongue caressing between my folds until he finds my clit.
My back arches involuntarily, giving him all the access he needs, and he takes the invitation to slip two fingers inside of me, stimulating me from the inside and outside at the same moment.
The pleasure swells in my lower belly, and I want nothing more than to sneak a look over my shoulder to watch him while he goes down on me, but I stick to the rules.
I grip the covers around me, trying to drive my urges to something else entirely, and gasp as he coaxes his fingers against the slight ridge within my pussy, a sparkling shock of sensation rushing through every nerve-ending in my body.
“Fuck, you taste as good as I knew you would,” he murmurs, and I groan, my hips stirring at the air as I silently plead with him to give me more.
I’m sure I hear him chuckle slightly as he watches me, so desperate for him I’m willing to do just about anything. He plants his mouth against me once more, coaxing me further and further into pleasure. Downstairs, the rest of the partygoers are utterly blind to what’s happening up here.
Once he seems satisfied he’s left me wet enough for what comes next, he rises to his feet, and I turn to look at him.
This time, he slips his hand to the back of my neck, guiding my head so I can look into the large mirror sitting opposite us.
The look in my eyes is unlike any I’ve ever seen before.
Granted, it’s not like I’ve ever done something like this in front of a mirror, but the need in my eyes looks almost mad.
“I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you,” he murmurs, as he adjusts his mask, making sure that I can’t see his face. My heart flips. It’s so thrilling, giving myself over to him like this without so much as knowing his name or what he looks like.
Dangerous, sure, but that’s what turns me on so much. There’s nothing he could do to me right now that I wouldn’t be able to take, at least, that’s how it feels, as he slowly unzips his pants and draws his erection into his hand.
Even the glimpse of it I catch in the mirror, I can tell he’s big—bigger than anyone else in my short sexual history.
But, for some reason, it doesn’t intimidate me.
I lift my hips to him slightly, and he slips an arm around my waist, pulling me up closer to him, until I can feel the nudge of his cock at my entrance.
“Fuck, you think you can take me, pretty girl?” he asks me, as his hand roams appreciatively over my ass and thighs. I nod, but, just like downstairs, that’s not enough to sate him.
“Tell me,” he orders me, his voice low. “Tell me that you can take this.”
“I... I can take this,” I groan. “I want this. Please...”
He grins again. “I love to hear you beg, pretty girl,” he growls to me, as he rubs the head of his cock along my slit a few times. “Let me hear it again.”
“Please,” I whimper, hardly having to put on an act at all as I beg for him to give me what I need so badly. “Please, I want to feel you inside of me...”
He mutters a curse under his breath, and, finally, he pushes forward, plunging his full length inside of me in one motion.
My head snaps up, the shock of the fullness making my body tremble for a moment. But, as I draw in a deep breath, it softens to pleasure, and my head sinks down to the bed as I grow used to the sensation of his cock filling me completely.
“That’s it,” he coaxes me softly, clearly enjoying my reaction, running his hands over my hips and ass. “You look so pretty with my cock inside you...”
His words draw another rush of desire through my system, and I find myself pushing back against him, back arching to draw him in even deeper.
I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life, and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up in the best way.
He slips his hand along my spine, pushing it into my hair, and tugs slightly, drawing my head back.
“Oh, God,” I moan, as he begins to move inside of me, taking me in long, slow strokes that sends pleasure building in the deepest parts of me.
I can’t do anything other than hang on to the bed for dear life, determined to take every inch of him, his thrusts coursing out through my entire body at once.
“Let me hear you,” he growls, his voice throaty as he commands me again.
I part my lips once more, not holding back, and the sound that escapes them is unlike anything I’ve heard out of my own mouth before—almost animalistic, like he has unlocked a part of me that never existed till this moment.
He drives himself deep again, and I catch sight of us in the mirror, his hips flush with mine.
And I watch, just like that, as he continues to fuck me on the hotel bed.
Our masks are still in place, and I might not be able to make out the expression on his face, but I can see it written through every inch of his body—the way his hand tenses as he grips on to me, the spiderweb laced around his fingers flexing as he grasps on to my ass.
His breath is already starting to come harder and faster now, and it’s clear he’s not going to be able to hold back much longer.
The realization that I’m enough to turn him on like this, that I’m all it takes for him to rush towards the edge of the release that he needs so badly...
Fuck, it’s a turn-on like nothing else.
He looks over at me in the mirror, and our eyes lock for a moment. He stills within me, letting the moment linger before he continues, his hardness throbbing deep within me.
“See how good we look together?” he murmurs, grinning, that wolfish smile curling up from beneath his mask.
He doesn’t wait for an answer before he starts to move inside me again, this time with more purpose, as though he is keen to push me over the edge and into my release.
He shifts his weight slightly, so he’s grinding down and into me with every thrust. It pushes me against the bed so that my clit is pressed into the covers with every movement.
The corners of my vision start to blur at the new rush of sensation, and my lips part as I gulp down air, trying to control myself, trying to keep myself together. ..
But I can’t. Not any longer.
I cry out, so loud I’m sure that downstairs they will be able to hear me over the music and conversation, but I don’t care. Let them. Let them know what this man is doing to me, how good it feels to give myself over to him.
My body clenches, my pussy clenching around his cock, clit pulsing against the bed, thighs trembling where they are pressed against the mattress.
I can hardly see straight, my hands clawing at the covers around me as I try to ground myself, but it’s no good.
I feel like I’m spinning out of control, and I buck back into him, taking him deeper and deeper, until it feels like we might never be pulled apart.
He finishes just a few seconds after me, burying himself deep inside me one last time.
He lets out a groan as he comes, and I feel the warmth of his release within me, a white-hot sensation like he’s branding himself onto me.
And I’m distantly aware, at the back of my mind, that I probably should have used protection…
But right now, I’m too lost to the pleasure to give much of a damn about something like that.
Both of us breathe hard for a moment as we come back down to earth, his cock still lodged deep inside of me, my body still throbbing with the last vestiges of my orgasm.
And then, slowly, he slips himself back, hand on the small of my back, allowing me to steady myself on the bed as I push myself upright.
He pauses for a moment as he looks down at me, studying me for a second. Suddenly, I feel distinctly exposed.
Maybe I shouldn’t have done this, I think, but then brush it aside.
He leans down to press a kiss against my neck, and I close my eyes, his warm breath on my skin a salve to whatever doubts I might have had.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he tells me. And, with that, he makes his way to the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind him. A few seconds later, I hear the rush of water, and I pause for a moment.
What am I supposed to do now?
I bite my lip, looking to my dress on the floor. The longer I spend here, the more chance there is that he will figure me out—and I doubt he’s going to be pleased to discover that someone he just hooked up with is no better than a server here at the hotel he happens to be spending the night in.
No, the smartest thing I can do right now is get out before he sees any more of me. At least I kept the mask on the whole time, so I know that I’ll not be exposed too soon...
I hurriedly pull on my underwear and my dress again, ignoring the tremble in my legs as I do so. Still, I can’t help but grin as I pull the zipper back into place. I can’t believe I just did that.
I hurry towards the door and pause there for a moment before I step through, looking back towards the bathroom and wondering if I should stick around a while longer.
I mean, we could go for round two... The thought of it makes my stomach curl with a delicious warmth, and I linger for a second longer than I’ve to, wondering if I should make a case for myself to remain.
But then, I push on the door, stepping out.
Whatever happened here, it’s just going to stay here.
I didn’t come here looking for a relationship, I came here looking for someone who was going to make me feel as though I actually had a hope in hell of attracting a man after having my ego so totally crushed by what happened with my ex.
And now that’s done, I can get on with my life, and leave this as nothing more than a sweet little fantasy I can return to whenever I need some late-night company.
I hurry for the elevator. A one-time thing, that’s all this is.
Besides, I’ve the real world to get back to.
And I don’t intend to hide from it any longer.