Page 59 of Untether

‘You have no idea what I’m capable of,’ he says right as he pushes two thick fingers inside me, and my mouth opensin a silent scream. I can’t take my eyes off him, can’t get enough of those dark eyes boring through his mask. Of that sensuous mouth on show.

He twists his fingers, and I’m wet, but it stings a little. I want to flinch, but I also want him to never, never stop doing this.

‘Keep your eyes on me,’ he mouths, dragging a thumb over my swollen clit. Jesus Christ, that’sso good. I push my pelvis into his touch, and he sinks his teeth into the pillowy softness of his lower lip as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them back in hard. His thumb’s on my clit, but it’s not moving like I need it to. I need it to rub me. I start rocking my hips in search of the missing friction.

His huge chest is heaving. His shoulder is working as he works me, his bicep straining as he crooks his fingers deep inside my body. I don’t take my gaze off that mouth. Those eyes.

‘Like being finger fucked up against a wall at an orgy, do you?’ he asks, his tone deceptively idle.

‘Yes,’ I moan.

‘Course you do,’ he says, and it sounds approving rather than taunting. ‘Hold this.’

Thisis the bunched up silk of my skirt.

‘Hold it up,’ he says, releasing my leg. I put my foot down on the floor. ‘High. I don’t want anything keeping me from this pretty cunt.’

Oh my God.

I throw the fabric over one arm and stand there as Cal proceeds to get to his knees in front of me and tug my thong down. I step obediently out of it, and he tucks it into the pocket of his pants.

I’m standing in a room full of people, naked from the waist down, and at my feet kneels a gorgeous guy, maskedand bare-chested, a perfect sculpture. Seeing the hooded crown of his head, all that gorgeous dark hair concealed under the most menacing of disguises, makes me fucking feral. And that’s before he takes the leg I’ve been balancing on and drapes it over his enormous shoulder.

I am hypnotised. Frozen. I grip the pillar ineffectually with my free hand for balance and watch from my vantage point as he slides a hand between my legs and parts my lips. Then he presses his forehead to my pelvic bone and licks me hard where he’s holding me open.

If I was primed before, I’m transformed now. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care who sees us. Who recognises me. The only thing I care about in this moment is the next perfect, rough lick from Cal, because my entire consciousness has shrunk to my clit.

From this angle, I can’t tell it’s him. When I look down, all I can see is a guy in a black mask kneeling before me, his head buried between my legs as he licks me, and it is the single hottest moment of my life. Mozart’s hypnoticLacrimosais playing now: the soaring of a woman’s voice overlaid with a thrumming techno beat that’s building in time with the beautiful, ageless melody and, it seems, in time with my arousal. The celestial sound muddies my senses even more.

Cal shifts a little, tugging my leg a little further over my shoulder and using calloused fingertips to open me up more for him, so that his next lick hits even harder. I shudder at the sheer delight of his tongue on my flesh and then stiffen as he jams a couple fingers back inside me, filling me up just how I need.

Pleasure, hot and pure, is coursing through my entire body. He’s really fucking going for it now. There’s no strategic targeting. He’s licking me roughly, using his tongueas a weapon, and finger fucking me in hard, fast shoves just the right side of painful.

His movements feel selfish and thuggish and unhinged, like he’s violating my body for his own depraved needs. Like any pleasure I may glean from this is incidental. For some reason, that knowledge has me soaring even higher, has my greedy pussy clenching around him as he continues his onslaught.

Because we’re both being selfish here. We’re both taking. There are no manners or polite considerations. There’s just Cal holding me wide open for him while his mouth and fingers fuck me as aggressively as they can, and me leaning into his filthy onslaught.

The way he’s behaving makes the anticipation of how he’ll be when he gets me in that room almost unbearable. This gangster-like persona he’s adopted tonight is more than just a mask. It’s an MO, and I’m willing to bet he’ll carry that through to our room when he’s got me behind closed doors.

If this spree is anything to go by, I know he’ll take everything from me when he gets the opportunity to rampage all over my naked body.

That thought—the thought of him naked and masked and fucking huge, using my body how he wants—has the heat his mouth and his fingers have built in my pussy igniting into a fire far, far beyond my control.

Right there, arching away from the pillar and into his touch, I combust into flames around him.

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CAL

“Him the Almighty Power hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, with hideous ruin and combustion, down to bottomless perdition, there to dwell in adamantine chains and penal fire."

—Milton,Paradise Lost

Ihaul myself up her body, dragging my fabric-covered face, my arousal-covered lips, over silk. She looks and smells and tastes expensive, which makes the satisfaction of defiling her and tearing her apart all the sweeter.

I’m oblivious to the people fucking around us, because a single thought is burning through my brain and ringing in my ears.

I.

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