Page 74 of The Billionaire

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I about lostit from nerves as the limo stopped just at the foot of an elaborate iron rod gate, nestled thick in a lush forest of trees high above a mountain. I saw a bit of the sparkling ocean off in the distant, shining beautifully and majestically hundreds of feet below. A blazing trail of tiki torches illuminated a path behind the entrance.

Why did I almost lose it?

It was the mask.

That’s all it took to send my body in a tale spin of memories of my last involvement with the club and that one night I was the King’s. Or, was supposed to be the King’s.

“This time it’s different.” He had comforted me in a calm soothing tone when I could no longer stifle my nerves or hide behind my own mask of composure.

I had studied the mask the entire way over to wherever we were. It had been a bit of a drive. We were at least half an hour from his estate. I knew every corner of the mask. It was silver with glitter, with small red small rhinestones outlining the edges, yet on the right edge, a small crack appeared. It would cover half of my face.

A crack.

Was this a preview to what I could handle? Would I crack under the intense heat of our erotic behavior?

“Well, we’re here.” He said majestically.

His mask was already on and it complemented the silver he wore in his bowtie with his tuxedo. As always, he looked like a million dollars, the epitome of a very important man.

“I suggest you place that mask on, darlin’.” I placed it on as I smoothed out my hair. “Here cheers.” He handed me a flute of champagne and I looked through my mask at him.

I saw him slightly different when I looked at him through eyes of my mask, a slight fear grew within me but no matter what I felt I could not escape—the twinge in my stomach, the pulsating of my heart, the beating of my heated pussy of what was to come inside.

“Are you nervous?”

I shook my head yes honestly.

He draped his fingers lightly over my bare arm and up to the thin strap on my silver beaded gown.

“You’re going to do great. And if for some reason you do not like it, or if you do not have fun, we are free to leave. This isn’t about me. This is about you, and what makes you happy and brings you pleasure.”

Pleasure.

I took another sip of the champagne, my hands were practically shaking. I had no idea I’d react this way.

“What is it?” He laughed.

“I honestly have no idea. Maybe I’m still freaked about that asshole. Maybe I’m afraid I’ll be found out? Noticed? This feels different this time.”

His laugh was light and he kissed me on my cheek below the mask.

“I promise you have nothing to worry about. These people are good people from all over the world. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself. And if you don’t, I’ll make it up to you. There are drinks to die for, incredible food, music and conversation. You don’t have to do anything. You can merely watch. There are plenty of couples here who watch…and then get incredibly turned on.”

My pussy clenched and tingles filled every inch of its slickness. Oh, there was no problem in the being turned on department. Trust me.

I took another breath and exhaled. I needed to embrace this moment, this opportunity.

“We will establish a safe word.”

I looked deep into those dark brown eyes behind the mask. This very act made me want to make love to him right then and there. It was such a turn on and a reminder of our meeting the first night I was at the club. I remembered how I felt hearing his voice.

“Tell me angel. Do you find me attractive?”

Butterflies fluttered…I don’t think the giddy butterfly effect from him will ever go away.

“So, what will it be?”

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