Page 35 of The Masks She Wore

?And why did I want to do it again?

?I gingerly ran my fingers across my neck, remembering vividly how it had felt with that man’s hand wrapped so tightly around it, I nearly lost consciousness.

?Twice.

?I nibbled on my bottom lip. I couldn’tremember anything afterwards. I couldn’t remember exiting the tent, the ride home. Hell, I was scrubbed clean, and I couldn’t even remember that.

?Viv didn’t have the strength to carry me up here, give me a shower, and put me to bed.

?My heart skipped a beat at the other possibility, but there was no way Viv would have let that man get in her car and come into my place. No way.

?Was there?

?My eyes fell shut as I imagined it though. That man fucking the shit out of me, following Viv home, forcing her to let him take me up here.

?My heart picked up and I immediately reached for my bedside table. I opened the drawer and pulled out my new favorite toy before leaning back in the bed, letting the soreness of my body only push me further into my little fantasy.

?I pulled my knees up and let them fall open, one hand finding my hardened nipple while the other toyed with my cunt, teasing myself until I felt the wetness grow.

?Maybe the man had tossed me onto the bed and undressed me, sliding his rough and calloused hands over my skin.

?He squeezed my tits, twisted my nipples until my body reacted, moaning against his touch, despite my exhaustion.

?He wrapped his hand back around my throat, cutting off my air, and shoved himself between my legs, forcing them apart, openingme up to him and only him.

?“There you are, Princess,”he growled, the outline of his hardened cock prevalent.

?Princess, I liked that. I liked the way he said it, as if it belonged to me and only me. As if he were making some sort of claim on me.

?He wastes no time in pulling out his cock, teasing me.

?I pressed the toy into me, my back arching against it. “Fuck,” I moaned, pushing my hips up into it.

?I slid my hand into my hair and pulled tightly, the pain shooting straight down my spine as my toes curled into my sheet.

?He slides his cock against my pussy, his other hand sliding around my pelvic bone and pressing down hard.

?I groaned, pushing back against it, sliding the toy in me just as he slid his cock in. “Fuck, yes,” I whimpered, pulling harder on my hair as I rocked against it, picturing him holding me down, snarling my name, fucking me in a way I had never been fucked before.

?My entire body tightened seconds before I came.

?I sagged back into the bed, pulling the toy out carefully. God, what was wrong with me?

?Was he thinking of me just as much as I was thinking of him?

?That was a toxic train of thought.

?But was he?

?With an eyeroll, I finally forced myself up, groaning at the pain that shook through my body. I needed to get ready for themasquerade tonight. No more thinking of the masked man, this was important. It’s all I could think about right now.

?Yet there he was, lurking in the darkest corner of my mind like a ghost attaching itself to my soul.

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I had settled into a new state of mind. The state of mind Donna had drilled into me for years.

?I was going to a masquerade, surrounding myself with people of a higher class. The highest class. I had to act like I belonged. Like I wasn’t just some attention seeker on social media or some whore that let a man in a mask cover her in bruises the night before.

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