Chapter Four #2
“Just like I said: tonight we’re wearing masks.
I’m Mr. Cock and you are Red. We’re going to pretend we’re a couple.
I’ll breach your virginity with gentleness and skill—two things I have in abundance.
I know exactly how to make this evening perfect for you.
Then I’m going to get your bank details and give you money as I would if you were my wife.
The only difference is you and I will probably never see one another again.
I’ll remember you, never fear. As a bonus, I’ll let you in on a little secret.
I don’t plan on being married, so tonight, with you, will be the only time I have sex with ‘my wife.’” He uses air quotes to make sure I know this is a fantasy. “So, you’re not a rando.”
Wow, that is quite an offer—fake as fuck—but the fact that he is willing to pretend makes me feel better.
“Would you really do that?”
“It would be my honor. I'm not usually a very good man, so tonight will be fun for me. I get to pretend to be someone's hero, and I don't actually have to do anything that heroic. Come on Red, don’t deny yourself the best sex you’ll ever have.”
“Modest,” I laugh.
“I don’t have to be.” He stands up.
Definitely now has the bulgiest bulge I’ve ever seen. Shit, is that all going to go inside of me?
I stand up too, because, well, I guess we are standing up. “I gotta say, I’m a little terrified.” I am.
He smiles warmly, and what I can see of his bright green eyes through the gold fox mask is a sparkle and sheen that radiates genuine delight.
“First, don’t be nervous, please. I’ve got this.” He raises his long, beautiful index finger and curls it to beckon me over. “Come here.”
I take a deep breath, pulling my skirt down instinctively.
This makes him laugh as I walk over to stand before him.
His warm hands brush my hips, and then he smooths them over my ass and brings me closer to him.
Again, I take a deep breath. With determination, he kisses me softly, then kisses my neck, making his way down my body.
He kisses my sternum, bypassing my breasts that are begging for him, and kisses my belly.
Sitting back on the couch, he lifts my skirt and kisses the top of my black satin panties, then each thigh.
“Mr. Cock,” I breathe, hating his nickname and his rooster mask.
Why is it all so literal? It’s as if this is his plan: Find a vulnerable woman, give her the moon, and have a night of sex and pleasure with no strings attached. While it feels deliberate, I find myself unable to resist him.
“Let me do this, Red.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, then farther down my left.
His hands continue the journey as he gently removes my broken shoe from my foot. His eyes widen on the glue holding the heel in place, and he frowns.
“Have you been wearing these all night?” he asks, stepping out of character for a moment.
“I didn’t have time to change them before you abducted me.” I offer a sly grin.
He turns the shoe over in his hand, and his frown deepens. “Do you have shoes that aren’t glued?”
“I have a pair of Crocs in my bag downstairs.” I flash him a grin.
“I don’t know which is more horrific,” he sneers.
I shrug. “What? Billionaires don’t wear Crocs?” I look him dead in the eye. “No need for sensible plastic shoes?”
He slips the shoe off my other foot. “You’re delightful,” he says sweetly, “but no. We don’t often need sensible plastic shoes. Now,” he sets my shoes down. “Just one moment.”
I'm not sure what he wants me to wait for, but it makes me just a little more nervous standing there in front of him. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and presses a key.
“I need Red Mask Diamond Room’s belongings brought up, and a pair of black red bottoms, size eight and a half.” He waits for a moment and listens to whoever is on the phone. “You have a few hours.” And then he ends the call, tossing his phone on the couch.
“Where were we?” He looks up at me and smiles.
“Red bottoms?” I glare at him, knowing exactly what he did.
“My wife doesn’t wear Crocs, don’t fight with me on this.”
“They’re your shoes,” I say, giving him a goofy face. There is no way I’d be leaving that hotel suite in a pair of one-thousand-dollar shoes.
“Yes, mine to give. So. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”
He doesn't say anything more, simply sliding his hands up my thighs and lifting my dress over my hips. It scrunches up at my waist.
“May I?” he asks, and I nervously nod, unsure of what he is planning to do.
He hooks his fingers into the thin straps at my hips, gently pulling my panties down until I am stepping out of them.
“Just as I thought you would be,” he moans. “Gorgeous.” He kisses his way down from my belly button to my neatly trimmed snatch.
Though I have never had sex with anyone, I still keep myself groomed. I never want to be caught looking like a beast by a potential sex partner.
He flattens his soft, warm lips at the top of my pussy, then his tongue gently licks my crease with one tiny swipe, and I jump.
“Oh my,” sort of just hiccups out of me, making him look up from my crotch with a dangerous smirk.
“I promised you a bed, Red…” He stands up and lifts me into his arms, making me yelp. “Our bed is just down this hall.”
He gives me a reassuring smile and a kiss on my lips. He tastes a little like me and him. I don’t want to like it. I shouldn’t have, but I do. It is both arousing and arresting. I am excited but also wary of what the night will bring.