Page 151 of Madness Behind the Mask
The woman’s eyes grow hooded as she watches him play with me, and a spike of jealousy mixes with my want to sneer at her for not being the one he’s touching. I don’t want her wearing his mark, but in this place I’m not his wife and he isn’t my husband. We’re just two strangers – one who needs to be punished for her sins, one who needs to punish her so he can finally forgive. I just want him to take that first step so he can come home.
He trails his mask to the base of my neck, and I wrap an arm around his head, digging my fingers into his hair. My heart jerks at the feel of it being straight, and panic momentarily floods me, but his words whisper in my ear.
“Did you really think a mask would hide you from me?”
I would know you anywhere.
Tears of hope burning my throat, I turn to look at my husband. Love burns bright in his eyes, albeit wary and full of pain. I’m about to tell him I’m sorry when the woman speaks up. “May I have a taste, sir?”
My eyes jerk to her. She’s staring at my naked breasts, now only covered by the palms of his hands.
A low possessive growl comes from him, and my pussy clenches from the deep vibrations against my back. “Since you’re so desperate for sex, you can change to green,” he says, his words tight with the need to punish.
All arousal disappears from her round face as her eyes fly wide. “Sir?”
“Change it, Sierra. Now.”
Swallowing, she shifts the tray into one hand then then reaches behind her neck to undo the clasps of her lacy choker. Laying it down, she picks up a simple green band with a gold clasp on each end. “I’ll need help…”
He signals to a broad man with a white and blue mask behind her, who strides over without hesitation. As he helps her with the clasp, my masked man grabs the VIP collar she took off and shoves it in his pocket.
My chin lifts. My back straightens. He’s choosing me – as a stranger for the night, at least, but I am determined to bring him home.
As soon as the man has the collar fixed around Sierra’s neck, he drops to his knees behind her and buries his face between her ass cheeks. Wet noises and groans spew from his lips as he grabs his hard cock and starts jacking himself off. A woman comes over to eat the tray holder’s pussy, anda third masked man stands to the side as he sucks on her breast.
Arousal is back on the woman’s face.
I’m pulled away from the trio and through the dance floor. There’s no disco here. No line dancing or waltzing. It’s carnal grinding, fucking without the actual fucking. My eyes roam around all the masked bodies as they move in rhythm to the music pumping out of the speakers, and my pussy clenches at all the acts that are often only seen behind closed doors.
The bass vibrates in my soul, loosening me up as my masked stranger leads me to the balcony. I want to talk to him, tell him once more I’m sorry for hurting him in my ignorance. I’ve sent so many letters to him through Myers these last two years, but I’ve never received one back. I have no idea if he still hates me as much as he did. Or if he hates me more. Everyone knows he isn’t the Boss of the Shadow Domain even though he still holds that title officially. They turn to me, a woman over him.
Does that fill him with shame?
Does he hate me for that too?
My father would have committed seppuku no doubt, if Mother did the same.
I stare at the man’s mask, wondering why he’s come to me tonight. I expected to leave in disappointment. Maybe to catch his eye, only to watch him turn away just like he did behind the library.
He still could. He could use me to work out his anger and frustrations, then dump me like leftovers that have been left to go moldy.
My heart in my throat, I wonder if I could handle that. A fuck that clears up all his rage and pain, only to end our marriage for good rather than save it.
“Ca–” I start, but he turns to me and grabs my throat, squeezing hard. His eyes are electric blue slits of painfulfury.
“No names here. We are strangers. I don’t love you. I don’t want to please you.” He yanks me close to him, his unmoving mask so close to my lips. “I’m going to punish you for all your sins. There’s no safe word for you here tonight.” He lifts his head, his eyes over my shoulder. “If you don’t like that, leave now. Because once I start…” His eyes come back to mine. “I’m not stopping until you are broken beneath me.”
I tremble beneath the gaze of his skull spiked mask. “I’m not leaving you,” I whisper, letting him hear the promise in that statement. He is my husband. I love him.
His eyes lighting with passion, he hauls me up the balcony and into a VIP room. He doesn’t pause once, his strides long and quick. Shutting the door behind us, he spins me into the wall. My back hits it,and his hands on my shoulders push me down.
I kneel in front of him,my chin lifted as I look up at his mask,a thrill shooting through me at the sight of its unmoving indifference.
“Raiseyour hands above your head,”he says, his cock bulging in his pants just inches from my lips. The lace of my mask runs down like trickles of water, easily separated with the push of a tongue. I think about them lying over his dick, caressing him as I take him deep, and my pussy clenches.
I raise my arms, and he grabs my wrists, bringing them together before pinning them with one hand.
He digs his cock out with the otherand rubs it against the lace of my mask, moving the dangling strands with each sway of his hips.
