Masquerade

‘Sounds about right.’

‘That sounds like the most unbelievable rubbish, the kind of thing a man would make up to excuse his bad behavior.’

He shrugs. ‘I told you the truth. Believe whatever you want.’

I suddenly remember the movie, Bridget Jones’s Diary. The misunderstanding was entirely caused because the woman the heroine thought was the hero’s girlfriend was actually just a lesbian friend staying over. Once that was cleared up it all ended very nicely.

‘Is Ebony a lesbian?’

He looks at me strangely. ‘No. Why?’

‘Oh.’ That’s that theory laid to rest. ‘If what you say is true why did she turn up at my door in the first place?’

‘You’ll never know now, will you? Since you rubbed her up the wrong way.’

‘You’re both mad.’

‘I’ve been thinking about you today.’

‘I’m not finished talking about Ebony,’ I say pointedly.

‘I am. I don’t want to talk about her. I’m here because you want me and I want you.’

‘Has anyone ever told you, you’re pushy?’

‘No, everyone else thinks I’m charming.’

‘Like James Bond? Smooth charm and brutal purpose?’

He smiles suavely. ‘See, we can agree when we try.’ He puts his hands around me and pulls me close. Our thighs touch.

My belly starts melting like hot chocolate, but with great determination I put a hand to his chest and lean away. Underneath my palm his heartbeat is steady and quick. The man is impossible to resist. ‘I don’t like James Bond,’ I whisper.

‘Are you always so cocky, Miss Black?’

‘Truthful,’ I correct. I look up at him defiantly. His eyes are hungry.

‘I don’t like the look on your face.’

‘Too bad.’

‘We’ll have to do something about changing it.’

‘So now you’re going to force yourself on me?’

‘Force you?’ He laughs. ‘You’re gagging for it,’ he taunts softly, and leans in, crushing me against the wall. His cock strains big, and hard, and hot, actually impressively hot, against my stomach. The thought of that inside me makes my knees go weak. I know he’s about to kiss me, and reason and the rest of the world are about to disappear into a hot haze. My whole existence will be just about him and what he is doing to my body.

I watch with a mixture of horror and fascination as his mouth comes down on mine. The kiss is ferocious. Vicious. Perhaps too vicious. I feel blood on my tongue. But it is exactly what I need. I have spent all day furious with him and myself and this raw, unrelenting kiss was just the perfect antidote to my restless, angry excitement. The heady flavor of his mouth and the scent of him make me spiral off. I suck his tongue hardand wild excitement pumps through me. It is so huge and potent it blocks everything else out.

When he raises his face, I am panting like some lust-crazed sex beast.

‘That’s better,’ he whispers, ‘because you have been tantalizing me for many, many months.’ He inserts a thumb into my mouth and pulls my lower lip down. ‘And making me hard at all hours of the night.’

The tips of my breasts ache and I rub them restlessly against his hard abs. The sensation that then brings makes me want to grab him by his fucking golden locks and yank his mouth down to my nipples so he can suck them.

Clenching his big fist in my hair he tugs my face up at him. His eyes scorch my skin. My mouth parts automatically. Surrender is what he is looking for and surrender is what he is getting in spades. With a triumphant smile he takes his thumb out of my mouth, and barely giving me time to breathe let alone think, swoops down.

If the other kiss had been vicious this one is barely controlled. His tongue pushes in while his cock imitates the movement against my belly. My sex clenches hard.  God! I so want to be broken apart by this man it fucking hurts. He cups my ass and lifts me off the ground and slams me into the wall. I curl my legs tightly around him and cross my ankles.

His hand slips into my top and sliding around my waist moves up my back. It makes short work of my bra clasp and moving to the front cups a breast, roughly, possessively. He squeezes my nipple. A fierce frisson of sexual heat hits me between my legs. In an instant his mouth leaves mine and my top is yanked over my head, and my bra lands on the floor. Very briefly my brain tries to grasp at some coherence and tries, actually tries to question the sanity of what I am doing and the answer is obvious. My life has become a scene from a cheap porn movie!

But then his lips claim mine again and my brain shuts down. I fucking need this… The rest of the sentence should have been… like a hole in the head. But like I said before my brain has shut down. My blue pants are unzipped while I obligingly unclasp my ankles and straighten my legs to help them slide down my legs, and then my knickers are brutally ripped off me. There I am naked and he is fully dressed. Great. He leaves my mouth and looks down on me. I am dripping wet and shameless.

‘Beg me to take you.’

I shake my head. Nope. No way am I uttering words of surrender.

‘Beg me to take you,’ he repeats. His voice is low and dangerous.

‘Go fuck yourself,’ I spit stubbornly.

‘All right then. Beg me not to take you.’

‘You’re killing the moment,’ I warn ominously.

‘Basically you don’t want to beg either way.’

‘Basically.’

He nods, and bending his head sucks a nipple. My chest thrusts toward his mouth and my brain stops functioning again. He lifts his head and looks at me with a rueful smile. ‘Maybe not today, but you’ll beg before I’m through with you.’

To my utter frustration and shock he turns around and begins walking toward the door.

‘See you tomorrow at seven,’ he calls out.

Without his warmth I feel oddly bereft. I had let myself become totally swept up in the moment and now it is shattered. He is the unfaithful lover and I am his bit on the side. This has got to be on my terms too. He can’t just come and go as he pleases.

‘If you walk out of that door now, don’t bother coming back,’ I say quietly.

He turns around to face me, lets his eyes travel with leisurely unconcern over my naked body. ‘I’ll come when I want and I’ll take what I want when I want. And there is not a damn thing you can do about it!’

And to prove his point he walks toward me and yanks me to his body so I fall against its hard length. He puts a hand on my buttocks and presses me against his erection. And I have to fight the desire to beg him to enter me. Looking into my eyes he slowly inserts a finger into my wet folds. I bite my lower lip helplessly. He takes his finger out and puts it into his mouth and sucks it.

‘You will be mine,’ he says with such presumptuous arrogance that I am struck dumb with disbelief. I stare at his dirty blond eyebrows. Very rakish. Very sexy. My mind becomes a bewildering mixture of fury, sexual excitement, and admiration for his freakishly attractive eyebrows.

He lets go of me, and spinning around walks away from my frustrated body.

I watch his rear end go. The man has a world-class ass, hard and perfectly rounded. And if memory serves, smooth as a baby’s butt. He stops by the sideboard, reaches into his trouser pocket and brings out his wallet. From one of its sleeves he fishes out a small piece of paper. He slides it on the sideboard and walks toward the door. At the door he turns and looks at me again, his eyes darkening. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.’

Then he shuts the door behind him.

For some moments I don’t move. Never in my life have I been so totally and so exclusively involved with and aware of someone. To the point where nothing else matters. Everything about him affects me, the soft blond hair, the deeply green eyes, that silky smile. Even things I thought I would despise in a lover, the hardness of his body, the arrogance, the domineering streak, excite me to the point of madness.

Naked, I walk toward the sideboard and pick up the paper. I unfold it and… It is my phone number…in my own handwriting. Whoa! Hold the horses. He kept it from that first night.  All this time. And yet he did not phone. Why? I take it to my nose and smell the leather of his wallet. And he did not fear Ebony finding it either. How strange. How inexplicable.