Page 95 of Masked in Deception
Biting his hand hard to get him to remove it, I scoff, “I knew it was you, you jerk! I was so Zen and now you’ve ruined it.”
Laughing, he swats my ass. “So bitey. I thought your class would’ve worn you out enough not to be so mean. Maybe a massage will—”
“Ugh yesss.” I interrupt as his strong hands go to work on my shoulders, drawing a low chuckle from him.
“I assume that’s a yes to the massage, then?”
“Yes, pleeeease, just like that,” I whine, and I feel the effect of my words as his cock, half hard since he stepped behind me in the shower, rises to full attention against my ass. He ignores it, though, using my body wash to methodically massage down my back, then both arms, down my legs. Only when he’s coming back up my front does he allow himself to paw at my breasts and tease my nipples. Moving back behind me again, he sits on the built-in bench and pulls me backward, the height now perfect to slide himself between my thighs until his piercing rubs my clit just right.
“Oh fuck, Jack,” I breathe out as he starts giving shallow thrusts, fucking my thighs and hitting my clit on every single pass. “I’m too sore from this morning to go again, but I can finish you off if you want.” He freezes behind me, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“Does this hurt, Princess?”
“No, it doesn’t. I just assumed you were gonna, you know, slip it in, and I think that would hurt, so…”
His little thrusts resume, and fuck, it’s erotic to feel him behind me using my body like this, slick and soapy and overheated from the shower.
“I can lick this pretty pussy if you’d prefer, but you have to come tonight, Margot, or you’re not going to sleep well. You and I both know it. So do you want me to drop to my knees and eat you out while you sit on the bench, or do you want me to fuck your thighs and get you off rubbing that sweet little clit?”
He’s already got my answer, my body subconsciously chasing release, rubbing my clit up and down his hard length between my thighs. It looks obscene from this angle, sticking out way too far to believe it ever fits inside me,but it does, so perfectly,and I’m almost ready to beg him to fuck me regardless of me being sore when I hear him.
“Fucking perfect girl, letting me use you like this.Shitday at work, and I come home to an absolute goddess.God baby,I don’t deserve you. That’s it, you feel what you do to me? You feel amazing,all mine.I’m never letting you go, Margot. I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth.Fuck.I feel you shaking, baby. You can let go for me. I’ll catch you. I love you.I love you I love you I love you…”
He keeps whispering like a prayer as I do what he says and shatter, the pounding of his piercing against my clit finally setting me off. My pussy clenches around nothing, and I miss him being inside me for this evening, though I know it would hurt. I ride him until I feel my orgasm finally recede, and he picks up the pace to finish himself off. It feels oddly nice just to have him between my thighs, keeping him slick and warm. I wonder briefly where he’ll want to come before he reminds me that he’ssucha caveman at heart.
Pulling back just a bit, he nudges my legs apart with his feet and notches just his head at my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. Barely a second later, he comes with a low groan of my name, tiny thrusts trying to get as much of his cum into me as possible from this position. We stay like this, his forehead pressed into my mid-back and a hand on my lower belly, until he grows soft and slips out of me.
After we’ve rinsed again and gotten into bed, he pulls me into him like he can’t get me close enough tonight.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, pulling back to look at his weary face.
He sighs and kisses my forehead. “It really was a shit day at work. Some asshole bypassed our background checks using a fake passport and tried to assault a server. The panic button did its job, but we’ve started a complete review of current membership and a task force to come up with an entirely new screening protocol. We think facial recognition software is the way to go, but it’ll be a tense time before it’s up and running, and we feel safe again.”
“That’s awful. I’m so sorry, Jack,” I whisper, wishing I could help.
“You help just by being here and being you, Princess,” he begins. “And no, you didn’t say that out loud, but I told you that I know all your tells, woman. You’re an open book for me now. I know all your tricks.”
I yawn before I can reply, and he pulls me back against him into our favorite sleeping position.
“I love you more than anything, Margot,” he whispers as I melt into him and drift off to sleep. “My Princess.”
Stretching, I feel for Jack, but he must have gotten up earlier and gone to the gym before work. I moved everything I could to remote work for the rest of the week, so I have no plans for the day except being lazy and maybe making a few packing lists for Paris. Maybe spend time at the piano, one of my favorite pastimes lately with all the nights we’ve been spending here at Jack’s apartment. Digging through the drawers I’ve taken over, I realize they need a complete reorganization. I’ve just been shoving things here and there as I’ve brought them over to stay the night, and I have a mix of loungewear, workwear, and evening wear all in the same cluttered space.
Pulling out a tiny clutch that I can’t even remember using lately, I tip it open, and my stomach drops as my diamond collar spills out.Shit.I just texted this man “bye, see ya never” as if I didn’t have his multimillion-dollar necklace in my dresser drawer. I’m surprised he hasn’t reported it as a theft, waiting for it to pop up in some luxury pawn shop.
Okay, stay calm, Margot. There’s an easy fix for this. For whatever reason, I still have the burner phone buried too. I just haven’t gotten around to deleting all the info and donating it yet. Seeing it’s still charged,the battery on these old flip phones lasts forever,I sit on the edge of the bed and send the awkward text.
“Hi. Sorry to bother you again. I just remembered I still have this necklace, and I’m pretty sure it’s real. Do you want it back? I can’t imagine keeping it, it’s far too valuable. I could leave it withthe club desk for you to pick up or whatever works. Please let me know! Hope you’re doing well.”
I exhale and press send, glad the task is over even though I’m not sure why it gave me so much anxiety to send one text.
A buzz from Jack’s nightstand pierces the silence of the room, and my heart lurches into my throat.
His phone in his nightstand…but he’s gone for the day.Okay, maybe he just forgot it, Margot, and he’s going to be back at any moment for it and apologize for leaving it.
You’re stupid, Margot, but notthatstupid, surely…
Tears fill my eyes as I start to shake, realizing that I am, in fact, that stupid.
