Embarrassment floods my cheeks. “You can’t do that.” I try to wiggle and free myself, to no avail. “This is my job. He is my guest and client.”
He scoffs, his tone definitive, leaving no room for argument. “Not anymore.”
His fingers dig into my waist as he charges forward and pulls us toward a janitor’s closet. Throwing the door open, he drags us into the dark and locks the door behind us, the only light illuminating from the cutout hearts in his mask. My front is flush with his as the echoes of our breathing fill the small space, and his massive hard-on pushes against my stomach.
“Look, I get you’re trying to protect me but–”
He cuts me off, his hand sliding over my mouth,suppressing my voice. “No buts. I gave you a warning to be on your best behavior. Instead, you chose to act like a brat. And then you touched him. You chose his fate; I simply enacted it.No onegets to feel your touch, no onebutme.”
A snarky remark builds on the tip of my tongue, but I decide to keep it to myself.
Firmly, his fingers leave my mouth and find my throat, squeezing in that perfect, tender spot. My eyes flutter for a split second, my core humming and ready for more.
Should I tell him to stop? This isinsane.
His other hand grips the outside of my thigh, rough, ragged, and uncontrolled. He’s nearly panting as his masked face inches closer to mine, and there’s something so satisfying about knowing that I’m his undoing as much as he is mine.
He tortures me, trailing his fingers around the curve of my thigh and toward my center at the slowest rate humanly possible.
He guides his hand higher and higher until he flattens two fingers against the lace of my panties. I cry out as his fingers suddenly massage my clit with vigor, his other hand tightening around my throat simultaneously.
Dramatically removing his hand from my thigh, he lifts it to his mask and sneaks it beneath, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Mmm, soaking through your panties just so I can have a taste. You get off on toying with me, don’t you?”
I’m not in control of my body right now. I’m simply desire and passion personified, desperate for his touch.
I nod as his hand disappears beneath my dress. Thistime, his fingers slip into the waistband of my panties and slide into the wetness waiting for him.
He groans as he sinks a finger inside of me, and I gasp. The sensation is almost foreign; it’s been so long since anyone’s done this. Even when I masturbate, I just use my vibrator externally.
When he adds a second finger, my body struggles to adjust, and he clearly notices.
A shaky growl leaves him. “You have no idea how much willpower it’s taking me to notreallystretch your tight pussy out.Fuck.I can practically feel it now.”
My body catches fire as he begins pumping his fingers in and out in tantalizing strokes.
“You only get one.” His voice cuts through my ragged moans. “This is what you wanted, right? This is why you disobeyed me? So I would prove to you that you’re mine.”
His fingers hook inside of me, hitting spots that nearly take my legs out from under me. I clench my core, not wanting this to end, but resisting the inevitable is becoming impossible. He plays me like an instrument, and I’m moments from singing for him.
“Cry out for me when you come on my fingers. I don’t care if this entire place hears you. There’s no shame in being mine. And if anyone dares to say so, they’ll regret it.”
I’m climbing up the mountain, seconds from shattering into oblivion.
“Stop fighting it, Serena. I promise this won’t be your last time coming for me.”
“Oh fuck,” I exhale, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my fingertips dig into his shoulders.
I’m soaring into the heavens with his words. Electricity explodes through my body. I’ve never experienced anythingcloseto this. I’m a mess, an absolute puddle in his hands as my orgasm rolls through me like a tsunami.
He pumps his fingers a few more times, riding my orgasm out with me before his hand retreats. Lifting it to his mouth once more, he sucks his fingers clean, practically moaning with enjoyment.
He straightens my dress out for me, and I slowly release his now-creased shirt as he mutters, “Go back to your party. I’ll see you soon.”
Light floods the room, and I squint from the sudden change as he disappears and leaves me without another word while I struggle to catch my breath.
I force a few deep and slow inhales through my nose and out my mouth.
This has been the craziest night of my entire life, and all I can think about is how much I want it to happen again.
