13. Gabriella
13
Gabriella
June
T onight’s the night I’ve been waiting for. The night I’ve been working so hard for. I aced all of my exams and just as he promised, Dimitri brought me to the Playground. The theme of the night is a masquerade, and the guests have gone all out. Decked out in extravagant costumes and elaborate masks, the atmosphere is mysterious and captivating. At first, I was worried someone would recognize me, but behind my mask, I’m not Gabriella DiAngelo. I'm just another faceless guest here to experience a night of pleasure and sin. Doesn’t mean I’m any less nervous to be here.
“Hello, angel,” a familiar deep voice whispers behind me, his warm breath caressing my bare skin before it sends shivers down my spine.
I lean back into him, savoring the solid feel of his body behind me. Slowly, his hands glide up my arms, causing goosebumps to erupt along my skin. My body feels electric, buzzing with a kind of energy only he can draw out and command.
I rest my head on his chest to peer up at the mask covering his handsome face. It’s the first I’m seeing it, and I definitely approve of the design. A black mask with grunge elements and dark gold accents. A pair of black horns grow from the top with red edges like it’d been dipped in blood. The mask of a devil made to compliment my angel one.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Very much so.”
Behind his mask, his eyes burn like the blue fire from the deepest pits of hell. “If I had a soul, I’d almost feel guilty about corrupting such a sweet and innocent creature.”
“Who said anything about innocent?” I tease, echoing the same question from his office all those months ago.
His hand trails up the front of my neck to grip below my chin. The angle forces my head back and keeps my face pointed up at him.
I can almost see my mask in the reflection of his eyes. Silver and white, with traces of gold among the crown of feathers designed to resemble a halo on top of my head.
“Are you ready to play with the Devil tonight, Angel?”
Humming my response, I take his hand and follow him through the crowded and dark club. Whatever his plan tonight, it’s a surprise. The only thing I know for certain is he swore I’d love it, and I trust him.
He leads me down a short hall with doors on both sides. A few are open and I catch quick glimpses inside of naked couples, sometimes more than a pair. Finally, we stop at a door and he opens it, standing off to the side and gesturing with his hand for me to enter before him. It’s a space about the size of a standard size bedroom. An oversize chaise lounge takes up the center of the room, pointed toward the wall with floor-to-ceiling windows. The room overlooks the main space below with the raised platform and the growing crowd gathering around it.
“What’s the show tonight?” I ask, my eyes closing briefly when I hear the door click shut. The air in the room grows heavier as he approaches until he’s standing directly behind me. His body burns like a furnace, like born from the fires of hell.
“There is no show.”
I spin around, confused. “No show? What do you mean?”
He gestures with his head to the window. “Look again. Closer.”
Doing as he says, I study the crowd better and watch as one at a time the couples strip. Some into their undergarments, some into a towel and some to nothing at all. Some leave their masks on, while others remove them too.
“I don’t understand.”
“Tonight is swingers’ night at the masquerade. The show…is watching one another. Joining one another, enjoying one another.”
“Does that include us?” I breathe out, already knowing the answer, but needing his reassurance to confirm my expectations for the night.
Dimitri leans down and nips at my earlobe, making me jump back. “Absolutely not. The only cock you will ever feel buried in your pussy is mine.”
“That’s mighty presumptuous of you to assume it will only ever be your cock.”
My sass earns me a bite on the neck this time and I smile to myself, knowing I succeeded in making him jealous.
“Maybe I should strip you naked and fuck you so hard against the glass that every woman below wishes they were you and every man wishes they were me.”
“And you’d really let the men see me naked?” I challenge back.
Like some kind of animal, he growls into my neck; the vibration rippling through my chest. “Better yet, maybe I’ll just fill your sassy mouth with my cock until you can’t think straight enough to talk back.”
The idea of any other woman seeing his cock has me feeling feral. I don’t care that we’re wearing masks and our identities a secret…his naked body is as much as mine as mine is his.
“Do you plan on just teasing me all night or do I need to—”
Dimitri spins me around so fast, I nearly tumble from the momentum before he shoves me against the glass wall and uses his body to keep me there. Every inch of him pressed against me is hard and solid and powerful. He towers over me, his presence overwhelming and consuming, that it feels like I’m drowning in him. My head feels light, my vision blurs, and my mind spins. My only relief comes from him.
There’s so much emotion in his eyes when he looks down at me. Like he can’t believe I’m real, like I’m as much his salvation as he is mine. “Get on your knees, angel. It’s time to worship the devil.”
I squirm and rub my thighs together, the desperate need to ease the desire there growing with every passing second. Sinking to my knees, I reach out and unbuckle his belt, lower his zipper, and free his pierced cock from his briefs.
He groans deep and buries his hands in my hair the moment I take him in my mouth. With a deep moan, I glide my tongue around his thick head, savoring the intoxicating taste and sensation of him. In response, his grip on my hair tightens, and I’m completely at his mercy as he does what he said he would and fucks my mouth until I can’t think of anything but the feel of him in my mouth.
“So fucking pretty. An angel on her knees in front of me, taking my cock like a good girl.” His praise sends a jolt of pleasure directly to where I ache for his touch. “Do you want to touch yourself?” I nod and moan around him. “Go ahead, angel. Touch yourself, but you’re not allowed to come. Do you understand?”
My eyes roll behind my eyelids. His permission is all I need for my hand to dive beneath my dress and find the sensitive bundle of nerves pulsing with the need to be touched. I practically swallow his cock when I swipe my thumb across my clit.
He drives himself deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, Gabriella. Do that again.”
I follow his command, repeating the action over and over, as I edge closer to an orgasm that I’m forbidden to have. I’m practically whimpering with need by the time I feel him swell in my mouth.
“You will swallow every drop,” he orders a second before he explodes down my throat, and I do what he says. His hand caresses my cheek and our eyes meet. “Now, angel. Come for me.”
One last touch and my body seizes as my orgasm rips through me.
Dimitri slips from my mouth, but I stay there, frozen in place, struggling hard to catch my breath and thoughts. I watch him sink back on the chaise lounge and grab a towel to clean himself before he tucks himself away. A content and satiated smile pulls at his lips as he studies me. A moment later, he leans forward and traces my swollen, aching lips with his thumb.
“Freshly fucked is a good look on you, sweetheart.”
I playfully shove his hand away with a snort.
Something behind me catches his attention and when he looks back at me, the Devil’s returned to his eyes. “Ready for the show?”
Dimitri helps me to my feet before he pulls me onto his lap with my back to his chest so that I can see the party going down below. Couples in the throes of passion, hands touching, mouths kissing, bodies moving…the sight is erotic and addicting. So much so that I push back against Dimitri, grinding on his lap. Beneath me, his cock stirs, as one hand comes up to wrap around my throat and the other settles on my hip.
He pulls my head back until his warm breath brushes along my ear. “Feel like dancing?”
I roll my hips on purpose before sliding off his lap. Dimitri reaches for a remote, aims it at a panel on the wall and clicks a button. The room is filled with the pulsating beat of a song with a deep bass, compelling my body to sway and dance along, my movements sensual and fluid.
I slowly trace up my dress, enjoying the way his eyes follow the path of my hands. I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders, revealing the gentle slope of my neck and curve of my shoulders.
Dimitri’s eyes fix on me and all I see in the heated blue depths is desire and need. He reaches for me, but I playfully step just out of his reach, a small smile dancing on my lips as I meet his challenging gaze.
Reaching for the zipper on the side of my dress, I pull the metal tag down with deliberate slowness. The fabric falls away to the floor like water, gathering in a puddle at my heeled feet. I step forward, my eyes never leaving Dimitri’s as I remove our masks and blue clashes with gold.
The air crackles with electric anticipation as I climb on his lap, trapping him with one knee on each side. I take his hands and place one gently on my waist while guiding the other to seek what it wants. Finding a breast, he squeezes lightly before pinching the nipple. The sharp sensation gives way to pleasure when he rolls the flesh between his fingers afterward.
I lean into his touch and rock my hips forward before capturing his mouth. His tongue dives in immediately, tangling with mine as he takes control of the kiss. Melting into him, I practically mew like a kitten when his hand travels up my back to grip the nape of my neck to find a better angle that allows him to kiss me deeper.
“I love how you taste after you’ve sucked me dry,” he whispers against my lips, licking his own for show.
“Please, Dimitri. I need to feel you inside me,” I say as my back arches, shoving my body forward to grind my clit against his clothed lap. “Please. Let me ride you.”
Dimitri pats my hip, and I lift myself up far enough for his mouth to latch onto a nipple while he shimmies his pants and briefs down. While he does, I work on unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it free from his tattoo covered chest.
Dimitri releases my nipple with an audible pop before he pulls my face down for a kiss. A second later, he impales me on his cock and the surprise draws a startled gasp from my mouth which he swallows greedily.
I feel so full, so complete, like the last piece of a puzzle, when he’s inside me. Without losing his mouth, I rock forward, finding a rhythm that has us both moaning and gasping into each other’s mouths. He slides one hand to my hip, helping keep my pace and adding pressure and depth with every thrust. His other appears between us, his fingers seeking my clit before he finds it and rolls the nerves just like he did my nipple.
Warmth gathers at the base of my spine at the same time I feel him swell inside me, pushing his piercings even more against the rough spot inside me. Our rhythm grows hectic and uneven, as we chase that high only an orgasm brings. When it does, I bury my hands in his hair, keeping his face close as I reach the ledge and jump, falling into the vast ocean below. Dimitri joins me a second later, the warmth of his seed reaching all the way to my belly.
We rest our foreheads together, our breaths mingling until we become one with each inhale. He calls me his angel, but I know I’m well on my way to falling, just like the devil did.