Masks Read online

  She wanted to tell him to stop and to never stop. No one had ever talked to her like this before—she’d never dreamed she wanted anyone too. And yet…suddenly she was melting inside. He was telling her he wouldn’t take her unless she asked him to, and telling her exactly how he would do it when she asked him at the same time.

  “I…I don’t…” she started to say, but he stopped her with a kiss. This time his mouth wasn’t as gentle and chaste as it had been before. He was firm but insistent, seeking entrance until she opened her mouth to him, giving him what he wordlessly demanded.

  Standing with her hands raised helplessly above her head and her legs spread, wrists and ankles fixed immovably to the cross, Chloe had never felt so helpless or so hot. As yet, Mark had done nothing but caress the tops of her breasts and kiss her senseless, but she felt like she might melt into a puddle on the black carpeted floor if the wrist restraints weren’t holding her up. Does this mean I’m some kind of pervert that likes being tied up? she thought hazily as the kiss went on and on. Or did it just mean that she liked Mark? His dominant but gentle ways, his hot words interlaced with promises not to hurt her. His hands and mouth on her body…

  He pulled back at last and placed a final sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth. “That’s good, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath barely stirring the hair at the nape of her neck. “That’s very good. I think you’re ready to play.”

  “Play?” Chloe looked at him, wishing she had a hand free to touch the feathered mask she still wore for a boost of confidence. What did he mean by “play”?

  Mark answered with actions instead of words. He reached for the front of her bustier and began unlacing the leather cord that held it in place. His hands were warm on her skin as he bared her breasts to his gaze.

  “Please…” Chloe bit her lip, unable to stop the small, helpless cry from escaping. The other times she’d had sex had been in the dark. Sweaty fumblings that were almost anonymous because of the lack of light. She’d never had a man undress her before. Never had a man look at her so hungrily, as though she was a work of art, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  “Shh,” Mark told her again, softly. He had stepped back for a moment to admire his handiwork. “Do you know how gorgeous you are, standing there like that? How absolutely unbelievably beautiful you look?” He stepped forward again and cupped both her breasts in his large, warm hands. Chloe shivered helplessly at the sensation of his calloused palms against her erect and sensitive nipples.

  “Oh God,” she whispered softly. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “What do you want me to do?” he teased gently. He seemed to have forgotten about his command that she call him Master, which was a good thing. Chloe could barely remember her own name at this point, let alone anyone else’s.

  Mark pinched her nipples gently, twisting the sensitive points until she moaned at the cruel pleasure. He released her gently. “Did that hurt?” he asked, softly.

  “A…a little,” she admitted.

  “Would you like me to make it better?” The deep voice held a sensual promise she couldn’t ignore…couldn’t resist.

  “Yes,” Chloe breathed. The next moment his hot mouth was sucking her, taking as much of her right breast inside as he could at once while he continued to pinch and twist her left nipple without mercy.

  “Please… Oh God, please!” Chloe found she was thrusting her chest out, trying to give him better access to her bare breasts. His mouth on her was hot and wet and utterly right. She could feel the heat and moisture gathering between her spread thighs as he worked on her relentlessly. Over and over, from right to left and back again he teased her with his tongue and teeth, gently nipping at her sensitized nipples as she writhed against the smooth wood of the Saint Andrew’s cross at her back.

  Finally, when she thought she could stand it no longer, he pulled back. “Is that good, sweetheart?” His voice was low and needful as he looked into her eyes.

  Chloe moaned in frustration. Of course it was good! Why had he stopped?

  “How good was it? How much did you enjoy it?” Piercing blue eyes behind the black leather mask searched her own and Chloe found she couldn’t look away. Mark’s hands were on her waist now, traveling slowly down her hips over the black leather skirt. He leaned forward and whispered his last question in her ear. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”

  Chloe looked at him, unable to answer. The question was so shocking in its intimacy that she couldn’t begin to formulate a reply. No other lover had ever asked her anything like this before.

  “If you don’t answer me I’ll have to find out for myself.” Mark’s hands traveled lower, playing with the bottom hem of the short, black miniskirt which had somehow risen to the tops of her thighs. “Do you want me to find out for myself?”

  He was giving her a choice and Chloe knew she ought to say no or at least shake her head. But somehow she just couldn’t.

  Mark leaned closer, his breath warm in her ear. “If you want me to touch you, spread your legs for me.”

  With a soft little moan, Chloe did as he said. Her legs were already spread wide by the position of her ankles at the bottom of the cross, but now she spread her thighs even wider, welcoming him in.

  “That’s right, spread wide for me, sweetheart.”

  She felt his hands raising the hem of her skirt past the tops of her thighs, leaving her with nothing but the brief, black leather thong between them. Then Mark was pulling the thong aside, baring her sex to the cool air and his hot gaze. Chloe gasped as he cupped her mound in his hand, pressing upwards to increase the contact and grind his palm against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center.

  Then he was spreading the lips of her pussy, rubbing blunt fingertips lightly over her throbbing clit, testing her heat and moisture as he explored her wet cunt.

  “God…!” The sound was torn from Chloe’s throat as he touched her. Her knees buckled and she might have fallen if it wasn’t for the cross’s restraints.

  “Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like it when I pet your sweet, wet pussy?” Mark’s voice was low and hot. His gaze burned into her as two long, strong fingers entered her and began to fuck into her wet depths.

  Chloe threw back her head and moaned. The sensation was so intense. It was almost too much and yet she knew she didn’t want him to stop.

  “Beautiful.” Mark was watching her hungrily as she gasped and moaned and writhed on his fingers. “So beautiful when I touch you like this. I wonder if you taste as good as you look?”

  His words barely registered with Chloe. In fact, they didn’t really penetrate her brain at all until he was on his knees in front of her, raising her skirt even higher and pressing his face between her thighs.

  “Wait a minute!” she gasped, trying to draw back. For the first time she would have stopped him if she could. This was something else outside her limited realm of experience. It came to her again that she barely knew this man, this Mark, whoever he was. Why did he want to do this?

  He must have felt the tension in her thighs and heard the reluctance in her voice. Looking up, Mark met her eyes with his blazing, piercing gaze. “Trust me,” he breathed softly. “You know I won’t hurt you. Just spread your legs for me and let me taste you, sweetheart.”

  “But…but I don’t…”

  His breath on her cleft and his warm fingers on her thighs were melting her protests. Feeling like she was drowning and burning at the same time, Chloe allowed herself to relax and let him in.

  “So beautiful,” she heard him murmur again from his position on his knees before her. “So hot and sweet.” And then he was spreading her lips again and pressing a long, hot kiss to her open cunt, tasting her as she had never been tasted before.

  “Oh God!” Chloe’s hips bucked in reaction to the kiss and the hot, wet suction he applied directly to her swollen clit. He was pressing his face between her thighs, urging her to open even further for him, tonguing her sensitive folds, kissing