Chapter 2 The Masquerade - 2

• 06 Hazards of His Pleasure
• I didn’t want to obey him. I wanted to spit in his face. But he has the power to ruin me now.
• It occurred to me that if he wandered out the door and shouted as I’d considered doing, he was right. I’d be perilously destroyed for any man but those so unsavory they’d offer a broken lady a bit of coin for a good toss in the sheets.
• I don’t want to be that.
• I wouldn’t know the first thing about it. I shifted nervously.
• He caught my hands and slapped them over the laces on his breeches.
• I immediately registered that there was that firm bit of flesh prodding the inside of one of my palms again.
• His hardness.
• I squeaked.
• “Yes.” He crooned. Trailing fingertips on both sides from my collarbone down over my shoulders and over my upper arms to the back of my hands. Almost as if he were going to take my hands in his.
• But he didn’t.
• “I’ll soon be hearing more of that.” Growing impatient he plucked the laces himself and hooked my thumbs beneath his waistband.
• I was startled at the stunning heat of his skin. Feeling the sharpness of his hip bones.
• He snatched my wrists so abruptly that I jumped. Wincing in terror.
• His gaze roved my face assessingly and then he pushed my wrists down. Forcing my hands to remove his breeches over a length of muscled, furred thighs.
• Making me lean over to follow them. And sending his member nearly springing over the top of them to brush my lips.
• “Ahh.” He rumbled. Flexing his buttocks and pressing his staff tighter against my large, rouged lips.
• What had I been thinking?
• I should’ve done without the makeup. Without the sordid thoughts of escaping an unwanted engagement. Had I just been a dutiful daughter I wouldn’t be here now with a strange man pressing his rod against my lips. Massaging it along my mouth and brushing aside my nose.
• “I could take your mouth.” One of his hands left my wrist to scoop the back of my head. Pushing it against him.
• Startled, I angled my head away which made my chin press him against his pelvis.
• He groaned in pleasure at the sensation. “I could fuck your face. Well and truly teach you the ways of the wanton.”
• “I’m no wanton!”
• “Aren’t you?” He lifted his fingers and rubbed them together to show me the bit of moisture still lingering on them from when he’d had them inside me.
• And my pleasure had soaked them.
• I winced. Blushing furiously and refusing to look at him or the large cock he had in my face.
• One brow was lifted over those nearly black eyes, as he watched me. Turning my head slightly to make my mouth and chin rub along his length.
• “I could throw you to the floor and take you here. Pound your mouth until I spill into your throat.”
• ***
• “No!” I shoved his pants to the floor and retreated several steps. Desperately needing distance between he and I before he did just that.
• “You’re right.” He smirked. “That’s not at all where I want to be when I attain my pleasure. I want to be in the nest of your body and feel all that bountiful flesh when I possess you.”
• “Possess me?” My voice rose.
• “Well and truly.” He gave a lopsided grin. “Destroy you wholly for your precious fiancé.”
• “He’s not precious!” I spat. So furious I felt the need to attack someone, and the unknown man currently seemed the safest bet.
• “Isn’t he?”
• “Some old Sot with plenty of money, that my father favors.”
• “Is he now?” Rogue grinned. Dark eyes dancing behind his white and black mask.
• ***
• It dawned on me now that we both still wore our masks. Though he’d wasted no time in stripping me bare and then forcing me to undress him, he’d not bothered to remove my mask.
• Unwilling to, or not curious enough to know what my face looked like.
• It’s not my face that matters. I registered.
• He caught my arms and yanked me forward until my breasts were pinned against his chest. He kissed me again. His tongue lathing into my mouth, tasting every crevice. He tossed my arms aside and reached behind me to cup my buttocks and yank my pelvis against him. Pinioning his staff between he and I.
• Which seemed to make him even harder.
• He lifted my arms by my head and turned me quickly to pull me against him. Matching my length along the front of him.
• Lifting his foot made mine, lift. His step guiding mine. He took me over to the chair where he’d been sitting when I’d arrived. Turning me before him, so I faced the fire over the low chairback.
• “What are you doing?” I asked anxiously. Unable to see him behind me but feeling that he’d paused. His hands framing my waist and his gaze lingering on my shoulder blades as he considered the ways he wanted to take me.
• “Whatever I want to.” He purred into the crook of my throat and shoulder. His hands rising over my belly to take the weight of my breasts. Lifting and massaging them rhythmically, while he pressed against my buttocks.
• -
• 07 Ruined
• He put a hand between my shoulder blades and tipped me over the upholstered chair. My pelvis against the wide wooden back.
• “Open your legs for me.” When I hesitated, he nudged the inside of my knees with his.
• Giving a frustrated screech I obeyed. Slipping my feet further apart.
• “More.” He directed.
• I slid them further.
• “More.”
• I grunted in aggravation and slid them apart until I was balanced on my toes. The majority of my weight balanced against the chairback. I had to balance myself by gripping the arm rests. Leaving most of my body tipped awkwardly forward.
• And making me feel extremely vulnerable with him behind me. His skin bare against mine and knowing my hole was open for his inspection.
• Even as I thought it I felt him firmly adjusting my buttocks. Rubbing them side to side before pushing them apart to appreciatively inspect what he was about to partake of.
• Me.
• ***
• “Wait!” I blurted. The sudden awkwardness of it striking me. The unbearable vulnerability of knowing that he was going to do things to me I didn’t yet understand.
• I’d never been naked before a man in the past and he seemed to be letting it extend on forever. Making me feel as though this horrible moment would never end.
• “Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Circe?”
• “No.” I whispered. My throat so dry that the word was nearly inaudible.
• “I’m going to take this.” He gripped his cock and bounced it against my ass before holding it solidly and rolling it along the inside of one cheek then the other. He rubbed the tip of himself against my asshole a moment.
• I gasped and tensed. My legs flexing and my buttocks tightening in his grip.
• “Should I?” He leaned down to hover over my back and whisper against the fine tendrils of hair near my ear. “I bet I could just barely slip the tip in and your ass would suck me right in. Tugging me in further. I could stuff all your holes full and make sure you’re good and broke in for that poor fiancé of yours.”
• “Don’t.” I whispered. “Please, Rogue.”
• I knew it wasn’t his name, but I didn’t know what else to call him.
• To spite me, he angled himself and pressed the tip just enough that the firm ring of my ass began to stretch open. Smoothing as it adjusted to let him through.
• “No!” I shrieked. Lurching up.
• Laughing, he shoved me back down. “I’m only teasing you, Seductress. Get back down. Bend over and stay open. And keep those feet by the chair legs. I swear if you close me out. Then I will indeed feel that little virgin hole you’re so worried about now.”
• “I’m worried about them both!” I objected. Nearly sobbing it.
• “Well, one is as good as mine so best forsake it.” There was humor in his mouth. “Perhaps next time you’ll think better of acting impulsively with rogues you don’t know.”
• ***
• I’d already done that. Deciding I’d never again be alone with a man.
• If I can get out of this engagement, I’ll die a spinster. I vowed it to myself.
• Damn you.
• “Ready to feel me?” His words were a deep rumble that made my belly tighten and my grip on the armrests tighten enough that my fingernails dug into the upholstery.
• “No. No!”
• But it was too late.
• He caught a fistful of my hair in one hand and pushed one buttock aside to give him better access. Then his teeth sunk into one of my shoulder blades to distract me from the sudden pain and stretching.
• I felt the hard tip of him push me open first. Easing between the soft lips and slipping in. Inch by inch. As it reached the delicate barrier which had protected me so long, he slowly pressed forward with his hips. Relentlessly piercing me. His biting teeth breaking skin on my shoulder as he tried to distract me from the pain inside by a bit of pain elsewhere.
• All I felt was pain. “No!” I shouted. “Get out.”
• “You’re too late.” He jerked my hair sideways to turn my head, so he faced me. His other hand left my ass to scoop a pointed tit. Feeling the untouched nipple spiking against his palm.
• “Now this, is what a woman’s body is intended for…” He purred. “Taking the root of a man.”
• He pushed in again.
• “Stop it!” I shouted.
• He laughed. “The hell if you think so. If you were mine, I’d do this until you screamed for mercy every night. You’re lucky you’re not.”
• -
• 08 Possessed to Exhaustion
• He was covered in sweat and I knew I was to. From my body tightening. Then relaxing to accept him more deeply.
• The sounds he was making were primal. Deep and guttural as he pounded me like a stallion rutting an unwilling mare. In and out. Up and down. Embedding until his sack rubbed against my soft lower lips. Stretching my pussy to an impossible size.
• Parting me inside so the mushroom shape of his tip could probe the entrance even deeper inside me. The tiny fragments of flesh trying to protect my womb from his intrusion. But he strained deeper and deeper. Pleasured sounds billowing out of him.
• At one point the exhaustion and constant motion of his thighs slapping the back of mine made one of my feet slip inward, blocking him.
• He slipped out abruptly and growled in aggravation. Scooping my thigh and shoving it aside. Leaning over to whisper warningly. “I’ll fill your ass, I vow it. Stay out of my way and give me your little hole.”
• ***
• What choice did I have? He worked my body harder and harder. His wild rhythm making the chair slam against the floor.
• Bump. Bump. Bump.
• My toes ached from being balanced on them, but I didn’t dare let my foot slip again. I already ached inside. Not sure how much more my body could take.
• “Mmm. Yes…” He swore. “You feel so good. I’ll have more. I’m going to fill you to brimming with my cum. Scream for me, Circe.”
• I shook my head. Tightening my lips until my mouth whitened.
• But he hit against me harder. The pressure of the chair pushing the bottom of my stomach and making the intensity of him nearly withdrawing then entering me brutally again so intense I once gave a squawk of objection at the sudden pressure.
• “Rogue, Please.”
• “That’s right beg me. Beg me for more.”
• “I’m so sore…”
• “You’ll get used to it. Just take it, Sweet Circe. I’m about to fill you.”
• I hated him in that moment. Hated his gender, hated his kind and was waiting to be done with him. To stalk from his company and never see him again.
• ***
• His fist tightened on my small breast. Holding the weight of it as it bounced against his hands. He gripped me from both ends. Thrusting into my hole and clutching my breast. Unrelenting.
• I was exhausted. “Please. Just finish with me. I just want to go home.”
• “You’ll be home soon enough.” This time there was nearly compassion in his voice as firelight danced over my bare back and the sheen of sweat shining along my skin.
• “Come.” He reared away from me, pulling his rod out.
• I blew a relieved breath at the reprieve. Feeling swollen and stiff inside. He caught my arm and pulled me around the front of the chair.
• What’s this? What’s he doing now?
• He shoved be back into the chair. The seat catching my knees and making me fold back until I was seated in it. Then he viciously yanked my legs up and pulled my ass down to the edge of the seat while he knelt between my legs. Positioning himself just over my entrance.
• He lifted my legs and crossed them at the ankles along one of his shoulders. Crossing a forearm over them to keep them in place. My feet propped next to his ear.
• With his other hand he pulled me down until my ass hung just off the edge of the seat. Lowered, so when he entered me the weight of my own body seated me firmly atop him. Planting him deeply into my core.
• Without preamble, he entered me roughly. Grunting in satisfaction.
• I screeched at the sudden intensity. The pain of the soreness rushing back as he filled me again. Stretching my body which was so unaccustomed to such use.
• -
• 09 Finished With Me
• There was such unbearable intimacy in him hovered over me. Watching my face as he entered me and pulled out before pounding back in again.
• His skin nestled so close against mine.
• Even with this being my first time, I was certain that somehow, he was trying to punish me for some unknown crime.
• Something I did. Some affront I hadn’t known I committed. This was a man punishing a woman in the most primal of ways. Though my brain worked fervently, I couldn’t determine what I’d done and didn’t want to ask. Sensing it would only make him work harder into me.
• His brown eyes stared down at me from behind his mask. Roving over my breasts and the plane of my belly. His other hand massaging my legs as though he couldn’t get enough of touching them. Greedily wanting to put his hands all over my skin.
• And I want to take it all away from him. I thought resentfully. Glaring at him as I tried to conceive ways to make him pay.
• Though my body was sore, and I knew if I wanted to save my reputation, I’d had no choice but to ruin it, to let him have me.
• “You’re utterly despicable.” I spat up at him.
• “You’ve no idea, Sweetheart.” He grinned. His browned skin shining in the dancing firelight. His hips working in long strokes. Trying to penetrate me more deeply than he had yet.
• I felt my ass cheeks biting between his weight and the wooden seat. I’d have bruises tomorrow.
• “Do you feel that?” He slowed down.
• “Every inch of me, filling your hole.” He eased back in until he was pressed tight against my soft lower lips. “Stretching you. Heating you. Slicking you inside.”
• As much as what he was doing disgusted me. I felt my stomach tightening. Felt the place he was poking so fiercely begin to tense and then whirl with pleasure. My body was awash with pleasure and then I felt a flood of heat pour over me. And my back arched, my neck stretched. My walls tightened around him. Sending pulsing surges of pleasure over us both.
• And just like he’d told me I would, I screamed. A broken echoing sound that reverberated through the empty Guest House. Evidence of my wild pleasure.
• ***
• Amidst my screaming he attained his pleasure simultaneously. Flexing hard into me. Bruising my buttocks with his punishing thighs. Clutching my legs to his chest so hard I’d have fingerprints embedded in my skin tomorrow.
• He arched his back and his ass tightened as his pleasure began deep within his balls and seeped upward until he poured cum deep into the seat of my flesh. Filling my core with his pleasure at the same moment I soaked his cock with my fluids.
• Evidence that he’d pleasured me despite my loathing and disgust.
• And the fact that he’s blackmailing me to have me. I’d never have guessed that I’d let a man inside me based on the threat of mere words.
• But threatening a woman’s reputation is far more dangerous than mere words.
• It could put me in the workhouse or make me have to service on the streets. I couldn’t do it. Fear wound through me and my hands worked into white-knuckled fists. Wanting to hit him for what he’d just done to me.
• Both forcing me and for shattering my pride by making me love what he did to me.
• ***
• “My God.” I panted. Relieved it was over. Shocked by my response and confused by the newness of what I’d just experienced with him.
• “I’ve been called worse.” He chuckled. Letting my legs go.
• My hips ached so I immediately swung them aside and dropped them to surround each of his hips. Eying him nervously as I worried, he’d want back inside me again.
• He rose and offered me his hand.
• I slapped mine into it. Taking it hatefully as he tugged me onto my feet. My legs wobbled slightly and when I would’ve lost my balance, he caught me against his chest.
• “Steady now. No acting as a foal on her first day.”
• I glared at him. The irony in that statement was not lost in me.
• He grinned mirthfully. Seeming quite proud of his joke.
• It had been my first day.
• I’d never been ridden before.
• -
• 10 The Truth
• “I hope you’re quite pleased with yourself.” I said disdainfully. Ripping my hand from his grip.
• “I’m quite pleased with both of us.” He was grinning cockily like the cad he was.
• The despicable rogue.
• “Now,” He leaned over to sweep up my underskirt and tossed it at me. “Let’s get you dressed and back to your little ball. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on your meeting tonight would we.”
• I hated that he’d eavesdropped on Sarah and my conversation. I was even more determined than ever to escape the withered old man my father had affianced me to.
• What happened to me tonight will never happen to me again.
• And now I understood how men thought. I remembered what Rogue had said to me. That if I were his he’d never stop doing to me what he had tonight.
• Punishing me.
• ***
• In only a short time we were both dressed.
• I hated that I needed his help getting back into my corset and adjusting my skirts.
• But he laughingly helped. Seeming quite amused by my urgency. My desperation to get away from him.
• He opened the door for me.
• I poked my head out and looked furtively around before stepping out.
• He was at my side, his black and white overcoat draped over his forearm. His white shirt on but he’d not even bothered to lace his shirt. Letting it dangle open to reveal the hard lines of his chest.
• He glanced at all the windows. “Do you suppose someone watched us? Standing behind the bushes?”
• I shot him a horrified glare.
• “Could you imagine?” He smirked. “If your poor sister was out there watching me pound you while you were bent over the chair.” He nodded back toward the Guest House.
• “Or if she saw you folded over the seat while I made you scream in pleasure. Wouldn’t she have been quaking with fear to hear it?”
• I shuddered at the memory. Awash with humiliation.
• “So, My Dear.” He caught my hand. “What did we learn tonight?”
• ***
• “You’re the most horrible wretch and I will do anything within my power to never have to tolerate your presence again!”
• He grinned. Eyes dancing behind his mask. “Charming.”
• “You’ve no idea.” My lip curled. “I’ll find a way one day, to destroy you.”
• “You think it’ll be so easy?”
• “I do. I loathe you.” I wrenched my hand from his grip and stalked back to the ballroom.
• “Perhaps you’ll find it harder than you expect.” He called laughingly after me as I did my damnedest to ignore him.
• Storming across the ballroom to find my big sister.
• “Sarah!” I called to her. Torn between wanting to instantly confess to what’d happened and to simply beg her to get me out of the ball.
• “Kylie!” She caught my hand. “Papa has been waiting for you. It’s nearly midnight! Time to meet Lord Byron.”
• Just then the clock tolled.
• “I don’t give two shits about the old man!” I snapped. “I-“
• “Old?” Sarah tossed me a sharp look. “What are you talking about.” She pulled me along behind her until we reached papa’s side.
• I eyed them all hatefully.
• “There you are!” He hugged me quickly. “Lord Byron!” He welcomed a man over to us I didn’t know.
• I barely spared the man a glance. Staring at the floor and annoyed at my sister’s sideways hug. She’s keeping me from fleeing.
• I knew it. I could feel it in the tenseness of her arms.
• “Lovely to meet you, Miss Drake.” He man lowered over my hand.
• I tossed him several short looks and yanked my hand away impatiently. Barely noticing that he was tall but sloppily dressed. His white shirt barely laced…
• I sent him another stunned look and my gaze lingered. No…
• ***
• His dark eyes danced merrily.
• “I’m so dearly looking forward to you being my wife.” He said in a deep familiar rumble. Lifting a black and white mask to set over his nose.
• “No!” I shrieked. Struggling wildly against my sister’s grip.
• “I told you.” He walked by and leaned to whisper. “I’m a very clever man who had designs on you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. For mine. To have when I wish. And I saw your fighting spirit and knew you’d try to escape me. So, I engineered a lover for you…” He grinned. “One you could never escape.”
• “You unbelievable…”
• “Fiance…” He supplied with a triumphant look.
• THE END