Page 10 of Mask & Strap
BIRDIE
A woman’smoans cut through the flashing lights and smoke of the abandoned park. I ducked behind a rundown concession stand, trying to sort out the location of the sound. Suddenly, a girl in only a thong and a feathered masquerade mask with a long golden beak over her nose, ran backwards, letting out a scream.
Two women in large, furry wolf masks charged forward. One darting behind her as the other pounced. The woman screamed again before the wolf behind her caught her, breaking her fall and lying beneath her on the pavement. The other wolf knelt over her as the bird-girl feigned a breathy scream, before the wolf on top lifted her shirt, thrusting her breasts in the open mouth of the girl on the ground.
With a muffled moan, the bird girl sucked and licked, her grip pulling her masked companion forward. The woman beneath her let her hands roam before roughly jerking the bird-girl’s thong out of the way.
Heat surged within my core, and I felt as if I should look away, but I couldn’t manage to pry my gaze away from the erotic, taboo scene before me. This night, this game, was awakening desire inside me I’d never known existed. Andas the wolf masked woman on top unzipped her pants and positioned a long, thick, rippled blue dildo, my pussy warmed in remembrance of Jax’s promise… of what was currently waiting for me beneath her belt.
If Jax caught me again… would I scream like the bird masked girl?
The wolf beneath her reached down and opened the woman’s legs wide as her prey wiggled and fought against it. “Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, pushing against her captor.
“Doesn’t sound like your safe word. Remember what that is?”
“I remember,” she teased, smiling and breaking character for a moment before getting back into her groove. “Help! Someone save me!”
“No one’s coming to save you. You belong to us now.” The wolves both let out a howl. I hid my smile as answering wolf howls sounded across the park.
This night was wild, wicked, and entirely weird.
Why was I beginning to love it?
I watched with depraved delight as the bulbous dildo slipped inside the woman’s wide and awaiting pussy. Her moan shocked through the red glow of carnival lights as her hips moved to meet the toy.
The hands of the captor she lied atop flicked at her hard, exposed nipples, growling in a low, animalistic tone.
I felt my own desire pooling in my panties as I looked around, hoping to spot a flash of neon green. What if Jax were hurt? What if I’d leave with nothing but bruised knees and her boots to remind me that she existed and this night were real?
The woman on the ground roiled through several orgasms, screaming her pleasure in the middle of the walkway. A few masked players soon gathered around to watch the show, and I took my cue to leave. As I snuck from behind the stand, not wanting to draw attention to myself with so many predatormasks nearby, someone grabbed me from behind, clamping their hand over my mouth and pulling me backward.
My shriek muffled in my throat as I found myself against a hard body. A rough voice whispered in my ear. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you, Little Birdie? Did you really think you could get away that easily?”
My heart rate quickened as the British accent of my captor ignited my desire again. Hope sprang in my chest as I turned around, soon replaced by horror. “You’re covered in blood.”
Jax looked down at her abs and assessed her arms. She shrugged. “Not mine.”God, why was that so hot?She was here, she’d found me, and she was okay. That’s all I cared about at that moment. The woman’s cries echoed in the distance, and I glanced over my shoulder. Jax chuckled. “Did you enjoy watching?”
Surprise fluttered in my belly. “Did you enjoy watching me watch?”
With a nod, Jax replied, “I did… the finish line is close.”
Disappointment dropped like a weight in my soul. How was the night almost over? Why did the game have to end? I could hear the smirk in Jax’s voice as she continued. “Don’t look so glum. The best part of the night still awaits you, Little Birdie.”
“Is that so?” I questioned. “Do tell.”
Jax stepped forward, towering over me. “I think it’s time for you to run, don’t you?”
I bit my lip in response. I wanted it, I wanted it more than anything. To run, be chased… to be caught and… “Some idiot gave me their boots,” I looked down to Jax’s dirty socks. “So, I’m faster now.”
“Let’s see how fast you are, baby.” Jax turned around. “Five…”
“What are you —“
“Four…”
It clicked in my brain.
“Three…”
