Loading...Every year the Company held a Halloween party and it never failed to be a masquerade though the theme changed every year to keep the concept from becoming boring. This year the theme just happened to be ‘favorite actor/actress’. Mya didn’t go every year, actually her track record was one party every two years for the past eight years that she had worked for the Company which only put her at four parties total. Well…it would be four after this year’s party, at least.
For weeks she had struggled to pick a costume that would match the mask she had designed and had made especially for the event. There was only two days left until the party and as a last ditch effort Mya decided to fly into the heart of the real fashion capitol of the world two days early to shop there in hopes that she would finally find something. The entirety of her first day there was spent shopping but the only thing she had been able to find was a few hair accessories that matched the vintage finish of the mask.
I know what your imagining; the cute plastic berets that were huge back in the early and mid nineties. I am here to burst your pretty little bubbles, the clips were a dark tarnished gold with wispy puffs of feathers that formed a small bed of light beige down for the tiny clay formed bird skulls. Yes, I said bird skulls and no it’s not disgusting, it’s actually quite elegant when paired with the right style of clothing. Besides, it would be hard to tell exactly what they were unless someone was right in her face and examining them with a magnifying glass. The people at these masquerade balls always went big, it’s very difficult to guess who is who until midnight when everyone removes their masks though she was normally able to pinpoint people by their mannerisms alone.
Her second day in Paris turned up a beautiful beige satin layered skirt edge with faux-fur and a pair of gold shoes to go with the image forming in her mind. On her third break-stop at a street side cafe she was about to give up when she spotted a shop across the street from where she sat beneath a green and blue umbrella shading her from the rays of the sun. Finishing her cappuccino, she collected her shopping bags and tucked the thick ribbon handles into the crook of her elbow. Crossing the street, she smiled at the people she passed and pushed the frosted glass door open; a set of chimes signaling her presence.
“Hello miss, how can I help you?”
“Oh, hi there. I..I have a company party to go to and I’m looking for the perfect top to go with these..” At this the matte black shopping bags were set on the counter as she fished the skirt out from one to show the woman. Settling the soft fabric back in the bag, Mya showed her the shoes next only to hurriedly put them back and pick the bags up as Michelle, the sales woman, turned on her heel and headed for the back wall. She waited for Mya to catch up before gesturing to a gold steel-boned corset with pearl accents along the top and bottom. Mya was completely speechless at it’s beauty though her hand rose to trail along the form front of the corset. “That’s not fabric…”
“Non, it is a very, very thin layer of plexiglass that has been molded into this shape. It’s very flexible as well and it is lined with six layers of thick satin and the steel bones are wrapped in a thick layer of cotton to prevent bruising or indenting the skin. The laces are pure satin, also six layers worth so it remains as strong as possible, no matter how tightly you lace the corset.”
Mya turned the mannequin to survey the back and the laces, her eyes wide with awe. “It’s beautiful. It’s perfect, I’ll take it.” Even though the price was a little high in her opinion, she couldn’t deny the fact that it was indeed perfect for the occasion. Plus, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford it, her job was a high salary catch and she was very good at what she did.
She still had one more thing left to find to complete her costume for the following night; a wig. After paying for the corset she was just about to leave when she turned back to Michelle. “Do you know a quality wig shop that’s relatively close by?”
“Oui, there is one a few blocks away, Don Marke’s. He specializes in custom fit wigs but he has display sets that he sells as well.”
“Thank you, have a nice day!” Pushing the door open, her sunglasses were lowered to shield her eyes from the sun as she turned to the left and started walking. Michelle had gestured this way while talking about the shop so she could only assume, and hope, that this was the right way. Weaving in between the happy couples that strolled the sidewalks of the city of love, for once she found herself wishing she had a man by her side, a hand to hold as they walked from store to store, a man that she could entrust with her heart. It seemed the Fate’s just didn’t think to put it in her cards, though she had caught the boss man looking a time or two. His reputation preceded him though, so even though she definitely would have went home with him after any number of the Friday night company drink soirees, he was known for his lack of personal relationships. He never got involved with anyone and the only time he was ever seen out on the town was when he treated his colleagues to drinks every Friday. If he ever married, it would definitely by the job that ended up as his bride, or so said the office gossips. It wasn’t as if girls hadn’t tried to hook up with him; they had but they always failed in one way or the other. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she looked up at the sign above the glass window display and pushed the door open, another tiny set of chimes betraying her entrance just like the corset shop.
“Welcome to Don’s, how may I help you today?”
“Hi, yes…I’m looking for a very..aristocratic, old world elegance wig. Preferably a deep golden blonde, to match this.” She lifted the skirt fro the bag once more, just enough for the woman to see the color scheme; a faint sense of deja vu washing through her. The short, plump woman seemed to think for a moment before bustling into a back room, leaving Mya standing in the middle of the shop with nothing to do. Moving towards one wall, she browsed quietly until the woman, Madeline, came out to find her and guide her to one of the many vanities lining the back wall. Seeing the huge mass of tight golden brown and blonde ringlets, Mya nodded furiously. “This is gorgeous!”
“Is it what you are looking for, miss?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then let us make sure it fits you properly first, just in case it needs to be tightened before I ring you up.”
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The rest of the day was spent doing idle pleasure shopping since she had finally found her full costume. After dropping all four bag off at the hotel, on her way out she just so happened to run into her boss on the elevator going back down to the lobby. Greeting him with a smile she stepped in and stood by the front corner as he lounged against the wall beside the command center.
“I see I am not the only one enjoying the sights a day early. How are you Mya?”
“Aleksandr. I am doing well, what of you? And yes, I suppose great minds really do think alike.”
“I am doing fantastic, just heading out to grab something from my favorite cafe before I pick up my costume from the tailors. What about you?” “Oh, just some leisure shopping.” By then the elevator had finally reached the ground floor and as the heavy silver doors lid open he touched her arm softly to catch her attention as they stepped out of the confines of the elevator.
“Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? It would be my pleasure to treat such a lovely lady to a mid-dusk caffeine break at the very least.”
The sight of his warm smile combined with his steady voice and the still present touch of his hand on her arm had her nodding before she could even think of saying no. (Not that she would’ve sad anything but yes anyways.) “I’d like that, Aleksandr..Thank you.”
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They sat in that cafe for two hours until they realized how late it was getting. They had talked about anything and everything except for work and they found out that they actually had quite a bit in common; more then they realized.
“So the way I see it, we have two options. We can go our separate ways or we can continue the night together. You said you were going shopping, I don’t mind the idea of getting a sneak peek into the Mya I never get to see at work, unless, of course, you don’t want company.”
“I would love the company actually but don’t you need to visit the tailor?”
“Eh, we can stop on the way back to the hotel.”
“Well, when does the tailor close up shop? That way time doesn’t fly by and we lose track of it.”
“He closes at eleven, so we have roughly three hours.”
“Plenty of time. I wouldn’t want you to have to pick up your costume the day of the ball.”
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They visited almost every shop within those next three hours, bags upon bags on both of their arms because he was such a gentleman and wouldn’t let her carry all of the by herself. They did remember to stop at the tailors and if you, my dear readers, thought that you would get a glimpse of what his costume is, let me remind you that I am the only omniscient party here. When they arrived back at the hotel, instead of handing her all the bags he was carrying, Aleksandr accompanied her to her room on the eighth floor.
“Where would you like these?”
“Oh…The dresser is a suitable spot I suppose. Thank you for carrying them up for me, I appreciate it Aleksandr.”
“It was nothing, Mya. I am glad we got to spend some time together, I enjoyed your company.” He paused on his way to the door, looking down into her beautiful crystal blue eyes; laying a much larger hand over hers, he smiled to her. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”
She had no idea why but a very light blush crept into the apples of her cheeks, her eyes sparkling as a bright smile danced across her lips. “You have now. Thank you, for the compliment and your company. I will see you tomorrow night, then. I wouldn’t wish to keep you up too late.” Her smile was back, softer then before as he pressed an unexpected kiss to her cheek.
“Even if you did I wouldn’t mind at all. I shall leave you with your new purchases, no doubt you’ll have a fun time organizing them into your luggage, no?”
“Most likely. Good night, Alek.”
“Good night, Mya.”
He had a point, she would need another suitcase if she ere to take all of this back to New York with her. Calling down to the concierge, she asked the man where she could find a store that sold luggage only to find out that she had passed the shop at least three times that day. Thanking the man, she looked to the clock and figured she had plenty of time tomorrow morning to buy a suitable carry-on as well as a suitcase or two. As she turned on the radio, she found a station that constantly played music with good, strong drums and began dancing as she busied herself with readying a shower. Getting the water to the perfect temperature, she pulled the red sundress off over her head and laid it on the counter by the sink. Unfastening the satin bra, she settled the scrap of fabric on top of the dress and then the matching panties were laid hap-haphazardly over it. Stepping into the shower, she ducked under the spray and soaked her hair, just standing there for a long moment before washing her hair and the rest of her body. The touch of the soft, sudsy washcloth against her pierced clit had a sudden jolt of pleasure shooting through her, almost as if she had been left hanging a moment before she reached orgasmic bliss. To bad that wasn’t the case. Rinsing off, she shaved her legs and the firm flesh of her mound and slit before finally turning the water off and wrapping a huge, fluffy towel around her body.
Collapsing onto the incredibly soft bed she tied her hair up and wrapped her headscarf around the messy silver-blonde tendrils before laying back against the pillow. For once she fell asleep easily, not even caring that the towel was still wrapped around her lithe form.
[Her dream was so vivid it felt like reality, right down to the last tiny detail. The main setting was the hotel pool and she was even wearing the bikini she had packed, the red flowers popping beautifully against her skin. With her hair tied back in a french braid, she sat in the hot tub with two other guests who got out and left within moments of her dream beginning. Rolling her towel up, she used it as a pillow for her head and shoulders as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. Listening to the soothing sound of the jets whirring beneath the water, she was completely unaware that someone else had joined her until a pair of rough yet gentle hands brought her feet into the owner’s lap beneath the surface of the water. Her eyes popped open and as she recognized who it was she soon relaxed and began to truly enjoy the foot massage he was treating her to. Not a word was spoken, their actions spoke volumes as did the expressions on their faces; the looks in their eyes. His hands slowly climbed up her calves, all the while massaging her muscles with the tips of his fingers. Watching as he shifted closed, she didn’t mind the fact that his hands continued to climb until the reached the tops of her thighs where his touch encountered the edge of her bikini bottoms. By this time he was kneeling in the center of the hot tub, the frothy water just barely bubbling over the width of his shoulders as her knees rested against the sides of his chest.
Just looking into those beautiful blue eyes she could tell her wanted her just as much, just as badly as she wanted him. Walking her burgundy tipped fingers up his arms, she cupped the slope of his neck between her soft hands with a faint smile and pulled him closer. She was pleased to notice that he didn’t resist at all and in fact leaned in and took the initiative, lightly skimming his lips across hers before gradually deepening it until their tongues were tangled in a web of their own desires and need. He tasted like the finest strawberries and the most decadent of chocolate and felt even better as he pulled her much smaller form into his, her legs wrapping around the thickness of his waist as he held her head above the water easily. The feel of his hands roaming the bake skin of her midriff and the slope of her back had a soft moan escaping only for him to swallow it and replace it with one of his own; grant it his was much, much deeper then hers.
In the next second the scene changed, jumped forward and all of a sudden they were in on of the many grotto’s hidden in the massive rock sculpture that also had a place to jump from accompanied by a waterfall. They must have been dead center because the sound of the rushing water was faint, a background noise that only served to make her focus completely on him. The tight knots that held her bikini top up were loosened one by one, first the one against her back and then the one resting at the back of her neck. As it fell from her handful sized breasts, it landed in the churning water of the grotto jacuzzi and promptly floated away. The faint groan he let out at the sight of her piercing topped breasts made her bite her lip but the feel of his hands moving to cup them, the faint massage in his touch made her moan through the grip her teeth still had on her lip. Watching as he lowered his head, her legs squeezed tighter around his hips as he enveloped first one nipple within his mouth and then the other, keeping the pierced buds prisoner for long moments as he tasted and teased her sensitive flesh. One of her soft hands cupped the back of his neck, the other trailed down along the ridges of muscle along his side before finally reaching the waist band of his dark green swim trunks. Following the edge of the fabric, her relatively short nails danced back and forth across the patch of skin beneath his naval, soliciting a soft moan from him that was quickly pressed against the curve of her neck. Nimble fingers untied the drawstrings as her other hand dropped from his neck to help push the offending material down his hips until the shorts rested around his knees, unable to do further as he perched on the bottom of the jacuzzi on his knees. His hands did the same, they caressed every inch of creamy skin on the ay down, the ties at her hips quickly pulled loose so he could fling the sodden fabric away from them.
“I’ve wanted this..you…for so long Mya..”
The head of his shaft teased her soft folds, driving her crazy every time he intentionally brushed the engorged bud of her clit. Just as he pressed against her entrance an annoying, shrill tone of music broke through the sound barrier; her alarm.]
Awakening to the feeling of damp thighs and her nails digging into the pillow she was clutching against herself, she drew her face back from its softness and sighed quietly. These dreams would be her undoing, especially with the masquerade later that night; inhibitions fled when full costumes and alcohol got involved. She still had a few hours before the party would start and she was no doubting her decision to go based solely on the dream she had just enjoyed thoroughly. It left her wanting more, quite a bit more actually and she was slightly afraid of the fact that her identity would be a complete secret. She could do almost anything she wanted and she would never be found out. She had a habit of leaving before the unmasking at midnight and this year would be no different. Removing the scarf from around her head, she took her hair out of the messy bun that it had become and went into her bag, fishing for a brush. Finding it at the very bottom. She took it out and ran it through her hair, wincing occasionally whenever it caught a particularly nasty knot. When it was completely tangle free she figured the piling it around her head in a dutch braid would be the most comfortable once the wig was on, plus it would give an added layer of security; the wig wouldn’t be able to slip out of place or come off until she took it off herself.
Heading down to the hotel salon, for the next two hours she pampered herself with a mani-pedi and had her make-up done in a dramatic fashion that would make her sky blue eyes pop from behind the mask. Tacking the total onto her hotel bill, she tipped the women that had worked with her and headed back up to her room to get ready.
Xxxx
Calling down to the front desk to make sure that Aleksandr had already left, the receptionist confirmed that he had left ten minutes ago in an old fashion suit with a waist coat and a vibrant gold handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket. Thanking the woman, she hung up and grabbed the cashmere scarf off the end of the bed, winding it around her bare shoulders as she brushed the heavy curls of the wig back behind her shoulders. Tucking her key card into the tiny pocket sewn into the inside of the corset, she adjusted her breasts to be more comfortable and tightened the silk laces just a tad more before finally heading down to the company car that waited outside for her.
“Courtesy of Mr. Aleksandr, Miss Mya.” The driver said to her as he held the door open for her. Thanking him, she wondered how he knew who she was and simply figured that he had told the man that there would be a woman who would come down in an elaborate costume and that that woman would be her. Sliding into the back seat, she rested her mask in her lap and sat back, content to watch the beautiful scenery pass by as the car headed for the Chateau. Pondering every detail of her plan, she had come to the conclusion that if something did happen, she wanted to be the instigator and not just another pawn that Fate decided to finally put into play. Looking up as they arrived roughly fifteen minutes later, she couldn’t help the smile at the line of cars that led all the way around the half-circle drive. Listening to the crunch of gravel beneath the car, she tied her mask into place and made sure the double knotted bow couldn’t come loose. Waiting for the doorman to open the car door for her, she stepped out gracefully, making her way up the stairs to the magnificent double doors that stood open to reveal a velvet draped foyer leading to the grand ballroom.
Accepting the glass of champagne that was offered to her as she paused in the entrance to the ballroom, she adjusted her ask and scanned the room once before turning to the photographer that stood beside the short flight of stairs leading to the floor of the ballroom. Giving the camera a luscious smile, she nodded and moved away as soon as he had snapped her picture, letting the crowd of costumed bodies swallow her up. Stopping to talk with various people, she sipped her champagne slowly, wanting to make her first glass last as long as possible. The music hadn’t started yet so people were still networking for now, so for the moment she found a seat at an empty table and got comfortable, content to people watch for a while. Absently she searched the room for Aleksandr, her mind conjuring up an image of what his costume might look like.
Fingering the pearl accents on the corset, a smile took over her face when the band took the stage some ten minutes later. So far she hadn’t spotted Aleksandr but she had managed to identify almost twenty people based on how they carried themselves and the way they stood when talking to other people. It was amusing to sit back and just people watch and figure out who was who by their mannerisms alone. Finishing the flute of champagne, she set the empty glass on the table and stood just as a small gaggle of girls walked up to her.
“Your costume is simply to die for, who are you supposed to be?”
“A modernized Marilyn Monroe. I even have the beauty mark, see?” A tilt of her head sent the other side of her face out of the shadows and into the light.
“Well, you have our vote.”
“Most definitely!” Chimed one of the other girls.
“Vote?”
“Yeah, this year there is a vote for best costume, both for guys and gals.”
“Oh! Well, thank you ladies. Oh and have you seen a man in a tailed waist coat and cape with a golden pocket handkerchief anywhere by chance?”
“I think I saw him by the voting booths on the other side of the stage.”
“Thank you again ladies, have fun.”
Surveying the crowd, she moved away from the group of women and off towards the stage, dancing her way through the growing crowd until she spotted him at the bar instead of the voting booths. Quietly maneuvering behind him, she wrapped her slim arms around his waist and splayed her fingers against him — one hand over his left pectoral and the other a few inches below the right.
“A little early to bring out the hard stuff, dontcha think?”
Hearing him chuckle, her arms loosened around him as he turned towards her with a tumbler of what she could only guess was vodka. Letting her hands fall against his sides lightly, she smoothed the fabric of his vest and grinned.
“It seems we match, Mr. Phantom. Though anyone who knows you well enough can tell its you, even with only half of your handsome face showing.”
“I suppose we do. I feel as if I know you but I can’t place you for the life of me…You’d think with such gorgeous eyes I would remember you.”
“Oh…don’t fret…You’ll find out my real identity by the end of the night.” Drawing him away from the bar and onto the dance floor, the turn of the century waltz was taken up by the band which threw them together more often then not as all the other people on the dance floor followed the old world style of the dance to a T. They avoided the parts that required them to switch partners and instead they stayed together for the duration as well as the next few songs as well. They talked throughout each song and she was amazed that he hadn’t guessed who she was simply by her beautiful eyes (his words) and her voice. As the songs changed and the music melded into a new beat entirely, she drew away and curtsied elegantly.
“I have a feeling you are obligated to network and speak with more then just me tonight.”
“You would be right unfortunately, save me the last dance?”
“If your lucky, though you might find me before then as well, you know.”
“Indeed I might. I shall find you soon my golden temptress.”
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Countless dances with coworkers later, she excused herself from her current dance partner and went to lean against the bar for a moment to catch her breath before ordering a vodka cranberry. As she waited she turned to lean the curve of her hip against the edge of the bar and survey the room and just as her drink was set beside her a strong set of hands captured the indent of her waist. Tilting her head, a pair of lips brushed across the ridge of her delicate ear; a gruff voice husky with a whisper. “A little early for the hard stuff, isn’t it?” He was simply letting her know who it was, he had no desire to be stopped because she didn’t know who was behind her.
“Perhaps…perhaps not. Have you had your fill of networking?”
“For once, yes. I must admit that watching you dance is the catalyst I needed to finish the business part of the evening quicker then usual.”
“Such flattery will get you every where when combined with the boyish grin you do so well. Maybe I can interest you in a stroll through the maze in the back garden? I’ve heard it’s quite lovely.”
“You may, its just the thing to brighten my night, especially when enjoyed with you.” Picking her drink up for her, he offered her his arm and guided her out the french doors that lead to a gorgeous patio. Gracefully descending the stairs, they walked at a luxuriously slow pace towards one of the many entrances to the maze, quickly finding themselves surrounded by ten foot high shrubs as they followed the path while they lost themselves in conversation. As they walked, they came upon a pair of opulent looking settees that sat beneath a stone pillared canopy made of pure red silk. Laying a delicate hand upon the intricately carved stone, Mya found herself ducking playfully behind the column only to peek out at him from the other side.
Playing along with the little charade she had introduced, he grinned and moved to relax comfortably on one of the settees which made Mya circle the pillar until she was once more ‘hidden’ from his view. “Come out, come out wherever you are…” His voice trailed off as his eyes followed the sight of her skirt blowing to one side thanks to the slight breeze that kept the night a pleasantly cool evening. Mya peeked one last time and he looked away as if he hadn’t seen her. Taking the chance, she quickly changed pillars to stand behind the lounge chair he occupied, a soft and musical laugh escaping her though it sounded more like the laugh of a sylph or nymph then a human.
Softening her already sweet, feminine voice, she whispered to him, “Close your eyes.” How he managed to resist that melodiously spoken request no one would ever know but for a moment his eyes remained open before his lashes met his cheeks in a secret affair. “They are closed, my sweet siren.” Taking his word for it, she hesitantly moved out from behind the decorated pillar and danced the tips of her dainty fingers across the rugged width of his unyielding shoulders. Walking along the edge of the settee, she paused and leaned over him, one hand against the top of the chair while the other tenderly cradled the firm slope of his jaw. The meld of alcohol (though she hadn’t had much) and her hidden identity made her bold, the dream from the night before fuel to the rise of flames within her; flames of need, desire and most of all — lust. Drawing closer until she could feel his quickened breaths against her plump lips, she waited until he drew in a deeper breath before pressing her cranberry tainted lips to his. If she had any idea about controlling the kiss (as if!) it would have been shattered the moment he began returning that deeply sensual, seductive kiss. The kiss in the dream was nothing compared to the real thing, his large hands sank into the curls of the wig and cupped the back of her neck even as she moved to sink gracefully into his lap for fear of losing her balance.
Caressing the side of his face that was left uncovered by the simple white mask, her fingertips followed the arch of his cheekbone up to his temple before pushing back through the short sandy blonde stalks of his hair. Cradling the back of his head in her tender hands, Mya couldn’t resist delving back into the hunger driven kiss once more after pausing to they could both draw in a reluctantly needed breath. Her small frame clung to his as he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers working the thick laces of her corset free until he could unwrap the beautiful present that was her body. Tossing the garment away, his lips parted as his jaw dropped slightly at the sight of such beautiful, firm breasts topped by two silver balls to either side of her perfect nipples. Leaning closer, he buried his face in her luscious skin, devouring her sweet flesh that smelled and tasted like the most delicious meld of mango and pomegranate.
She couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped as he paid so much attention to the soft mounds of her breasts, her hands working at the buttons of his waistcoat and vest before discarding them both at the same time. One of the buttons on his shirt popped off completely in her haste but neither noticed, nor did they really care either, especially not when their mouths melded together like heat and sand right after a lightning strike. Laying her back on the surprisingly comfortable settee, he followed her down and settled himself over her, his shirt gaping open down to where it was still tucked into his slacks. A moment later her hands nimbly unfastened the button of his fly, the zipper edging down tooth by tooth as she buried her face in the side of his neck, nibbling and kissing at his sin as she saw fit. Running a hand along the back of her neck, he growled firmly when she nipped his earlobe but let out a deep moan only a fraction of a second later when her hand fished his member from the confines of his boxers and began to stroke him fervently.
“Oh…fuck yes..” He murmured, caught in the sensation of her silky skin enveloping the heat of his shaft. Delving his hands beneath the fabric of her skirt, it took him longer then he liked to fish through the layers to find the edge of her panties. Hooking his fingertips in the tight fabric, he pulled it slowly down her impossibly long legs and glanced at them, the bold red satin making him harden even more within her stroking grasp, something he had never even thought possible let alone experienced. Finally tossing the distracting material away, he once more sank his hands into the layers of her skirt to push it up until it bunched around her entrancing hips.
Looking up at him as her hand slowed the still firm stroke along his length, the sight of him wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue made her tug him closer gently by the cock until the very tip teased her dewy folds. They both gasped sharply as his hips jerked in reaction to the sensation which only succeeded in sinking the head of his shaft into the drenched depths of her cunt. Gauging her body’s response to his size, he moved slowly and gave her an inch at a time even though her eyes begged for him to just take her completely. Trying to keep her moans quiet just in case they weren’t the only people enjoying the maze, she wrapped her legs firmly around his hips and locked her ankles against the small of his back, using the new hold on him to jerk him in against her. Crying out softly, she bit her lip so hard she was on the verge of drawing blood as he finally had all nine thick, solid inches buried within her sodden depths. Letting out a hard groan, he ground his hips into hers as he leaned down to capture her lips in a no-holds-barred kiss, holding nothing back as he began to move within her. Drawing out until only the very tip of him teased her slit, he drove back home with a vicious sounding slap of skin against skin, wanting to be gentle but the hunger within him was growing stronger by the second as she worked to meet his every thrust with an arch of her voluptuous hips.
Moaning the amount of her pleasure into the air between them, she kissed him again, teasing his lips and tongue with her own, nibbling at the width of his bottom lip before dragging it between her pearly whites. Writhing beneath him, she cried out as he grabbed her ankles in his capable hands and moved her legs until they rested over his shoulders, her flexibility showing as he did so. Clenching tighter around him in this new position, she let out another loud cry of need against his lips as he sought to muffle the sound simply because of where they were at. He longed to hear her scream his name and he wondered if she was even a screamer though by the strength of her moans he had a pretty good guess that she was. Dragging her nails down the ridged slope of his muscular back, the feel of his much bulkier body bearing down on her over and over was quickly becoming too much for her to handle. Her insides churned and her thighs began to quiver as he sped up, their breathing ragged and broken up with unrestrained moans and hoarse cries of pleasure as their lips hovered a breath’s length apart.
Arching her back, she mashed her breasts against the wall of his chest, her own heaving with heavy, erratic intakes of breath as he jolted her system with a flick of his fingertip across her clit. Twisting the pierced nub of flesh teasingly between his fingers, he circled it in a hard little massage, her entire body giving away the fact that she was just as close to climaxing as he found himself to be. Time seemed to fly by but at the same time slow to a crawl, she seemed to notice every little detail; the tiny drop of sweat trickling down the side of his face to the way the muscles in his abdomen clenched as hard as a rock as he fought to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible. Reaching up, that tiny drop of sweat was wiped away unceremoniously just as he bent his head to the swell of her breast to trap a rosy pink nipple behind his lips, suckling at it as it tightened into a hard pebble of flesh beneath his attention. As the pleasure sky-rocketed she couldn’t fight it any longer. The build up of tension and pleasure burst forth from the cradle of her hips, blasting outwards to the top of her head and the tips of her toes, causing them to curl until the joints turned white with the pressure. Digging her nails into the bulges of his biceps, he had to kiss her to cut off the scream of complete and utter pleasure as her orgasm reached fruition, her body writhing beneath and against his. The hot rush of her juices sliced through the thine line of his control, cutting it into the smallest pieces he’d ever experienced as he joined her in her climactic journey of fulfillment.
Exchanging moans and mewls of pleasure as they held the kiss for the entirety of their orgasms, when they did finally break apart they could do nothing but stare into each others eyes. Eventually he reluctantly withdrew from her, a groan of loss escaping him to match the tiny mewl that fell from her lips. Sitting up he took her hand and pulled her to him gently with a kiss to the backs of her fingers. “You are simply amazing…your just…damn..”
She found that fact that he was largely speechless very cute which made her want him again but they didn’t have very much time left if his watch was anything to go by. “It’s safe to say that your pretty damn amazing, too.” She sighed lightly and stood, her skirt falling down around her legs once more as she moved to collect their clothes. Following suit, he caught her hips as she wrapped her corset around herself once more and pulled her back against him, kissing along her neck softly as the bell in the back courtyard chimed. He was amazed at how quickly and efficiently she was able to lace her corset back up though he noticed it wasn’t as tight as it had been earlier in the night.
“I think they’re about to announce best costume…” He said idly as he tried to capture her attention, she looked worried, panic stricken almost at the sound of the midnight bell.
“Maybe you could let me know who wins.”
“How can I if I don’t know who you are?”
“You’ll find a way, your very resourceful sweets.”
And in that moment he knew exactly who she was. He didn’t need to see her gorgeous face beneath her mask, he finally recognized her eyes as she looked at him one last time before fleeing the clearing by a different path from the one they had taken to get there. She had called the waitress ‘sweets’ once or twice the night before and so now everything else was now allowed to fall into place after he had wondered about her identity for the entire night. Buttoning his shirt, he bent to retrieve his vest and spotted a blotch of bright red against the stones beneath the settee, the satin soft in hand as he picked it up. A grin broke across his face as he tucked the fabric into his pocket and headed back the way they had come, a plan forming in his mind on the way back. When he was back within the crowed ballroom he found he was just in time to see a picture of Mya projected onto the projector screen as the winner of the woman’s best costume. Going up to the woman holding the microphone, he explained that ‘Miss Monroe’ had to leave early and that he would be happy to give her the prize that she had won. Tucking the envelope with the cruise ticket into his vest pocket, he was just about to turn and leave when he saw his picture come up next. Pausing, he waved as everybody began to clap once more, the woman handing him a second envelope a moment later.
“Thank you, I suppose now is the time for the unveiling, hmm?” He figured most people knew it was him already so in the distraction of the unveiling he slipped out a side door and went to find his driver, intent on starting his plan as soon as possible.
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Wrapping her damp, braided hair up with the headscarf she only used for that purpose, she finished packing her newest acquisitions into the equally new hardcover suitcases and set them by the window. Crossing the room, she fell flat on her face on the bed and sighed, reliving every detail of the night for the thousandth time. Deciding to call down for room service, she ordered a hot fudge sundae with triple the whipped cream and a side of fresh fruit to go with it. Adding in a bottle of champagne at the last second, she hung up after it was all confirmed and sat back to flick through the TV channels in an effort to distract herself from reliving the best sex she had ever had in her entire life again. Hearing a knock on the door ten minutes later, she scrambled off the bed and pulled on a robe over her silk negligee and grabbed a ten dollar bill out of her purse for a tip. Opening the door, she expected to see a hotel employee but instead she looked up into the face of the man that was haunting her every thought. Arching a brow when she noticed the tray of desserts in his hands, she stood back to let him in.
“When did you start working for the hotel?”
“Well hello to you too Mya. Did you enjoy the party tonight?” He asked nonchalantly, wanting her to believe that he had no idea that it had been her that he had enjoyed the night with.
“I did, it was very lively this year. Everyone looked amazing. Did you come here just to check on me?”
“I did actually, I wanted to make sure you got back to the hotel safely.” He stood by the dresser where he had set the tray of food for a moment longer before moving closer to her, closer then he would have yesterday. He slipped a hand into his vest pocket and took out the envelope that was meant for her and held it out to her.
“No one could find you after the unveiling but you won the costume prize. Also…” His other hand pulled the pair of red panties from his pocket and lifted them so they could both see them easily. “You dropped these when you bolted into the maze, my dear.”
Taking the envelope, she was just about to thank him, a smile on her lips until he pulled her favorite pair of panties out of his pocket. Blanching slightly, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out which was a good thing because it would have been stifled by the kiss that he pressed against her plump lips. Feeling his hands gently working to remove the scarf from her head, she let a faint mewl press against his lips before pulling away to look up at him. “Did you know it was me the whole time?”
“I had my suspicions, but you confirmed them when you called me sweets before you left. Are you upset that I figured it out? You look a little…distressed.” His hands slowly unwound the braid until her beautiful hair spilled down her back once more.
“No, I’m happy you found out..I just don’t relish the thought of what others will think.” She stared up at him, her body leaning automatically into his now as he caressed her silken cheek.
“Pay them no mind, my dear. They’ll be jealous, especially if you agree to go out to dinner with me. I have to admit…that was the best sex I’ve ever had Mya…That’s okay to admit, right?”
Blinking owlishly in the face of his confession, she finally smiled and brushed the pad of her thumb over the width of his bottom lip. “Yes, I would love to go to dinner with you and yes it’s okay to admit because I confess to it as well.”
“Well then…maybe…” He pressed a kiss to her lips softly then followed the gentle slope of her jaw up to the delicate curve of her ear. “We should…” His hands had wandered down her sides beneath her robe to her hips and from there they glided around to the generous globes of her ass. “Indulge ourselves again…” Now he gripped the slope of her ass into the backs of her thighs and lifted her into the air as easily as if she were as light as a feather, the feeling of her legs curling around him making him need her more and more with each second that passed them by. Purring as he pressed her petite frame against his own, she dropped the envelope and the satin to the floor and grinned as he made a bee-line for the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Murmuring against his lips between heated kisses and hunger-filled moans, she couldn’t help how much she needed him.
“And again…and again…and again…”