Page 8 of Masked March

With a nod of his hooded head, he aims at the table in front of him holding the record player and headphones. “Sit.” His voice is harsh and ragged, different from the loving sounds he was making earlier.

Edging in front of him in the tiny space, I slip between his spread thighs and ease my ass onto the wooden shelf in front of his face. My short skirt slides up my legs almost revealing everything I’mnotwearing underneath.

The skull eyes behind his mask crinkle as he scans my figure up my chilled limbs to my face. With a white painted grin, he flashes his teeth and says, “Good, prom queen. Seems you finally understand how to follow orders…andwhoyour master is.”

He places the guitar on its stand next to his chair, then slides gloved hands up my outer thighs, pushing the silky fabric of my skirt all the way until my bare cunt is exposed. Without a glance at my face, he says, “Spread yourself for me.”

“I-I…” Lowering my voice to a whisper, I scan the hall outside our booth. “Anyonecould walk by here, Reaper.”

His broad shoulders shrug and his black painted lips carefully dip to touch the inner part of my knee, making me shiver violently. A spark of electricity runs down my spine as I gasp.

“Good. Then everyone else will know who you belong to.”

With a jerking movement, his fingers latch under both calves and tug me wide open, pulling me toward his waiting mouth. My hand helps to brace my posture by slapping against the wall above me.

Lifting those forest green eyes to meet my gaze, he sticks his long, pink tongue out and strokes it slowly against my pussy lips. With a whimper, I shudder at the pleasure of the sensation.

“Here’s the deal. If you make a sound. This all stops.” His hot breath warms my labia until I scoot forward to get more of him on me. “One little moan and it’s all over for you. Do you understand?”

Nodding rapidly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from saying anything back. His chuckle makes the hairs on my body stand erect.

He dives his face into my cunt, aiming his sloppy tongue right where I need it most. “Fuck! This taste… It’s all I ever wanted.”

The muscle firms and licks ardently against my pussy like a starved man needing my essence in order to survive. It almost hurts the way his fingers dig into my skin, always tugging me closer and closer to him until the slurping sounds echo through the acoustic room.

My breathing gets ragged, but I continue to hold my voice back from the wailing moans I want to make. Squeezing my eyes shut, tears fall from the corners at the need to give this masked man evenmorethan he’s taking. Not able to hold back any longer, I latch my legs around his back and grip his hood, shoving him deeper into me.

If he suffocates, maybe I can revive him. But first, Ineedthat orgasm.

Backing away, he kisses my inner thigh, and I almost let a desperate sound escape. But when his eyes stare me down, I hold my breath to prevent it. “Such a fucking needy slut. Want my fingers in there, too?”

He’s trying to trick me into saying something. I won’t fall for it. Grimacing, I narrow my eyes and nod once and his painted smile broadens as he tickles my entrance with his index finger. Then a second one. He stretches me with a third and my forehead crinkles, heat rising in my belly.

I know as soon as he touches my throbbing clit with his mouth again, I’m done for. How will I keep quiet? I have no idea, but by then, it won’t matter.

With his teeth, he nips on my sensitive tissue and I lurch forward, almost crying out, but I quickly gather a breath instead. Plunging deeper inside me with his three fingers, he gives me a snarky grin and suckshardon my clit, then flicks it, pulsing the tip of his tongue to get me to come.

And,god, I do.

Fire roars through my veins until I burn from the inside out, screaming out all the ecstasy I had held inside my lungs for the last several minutes. I’m not even done pulsing, writhing, gripping, and shaking when he hurriedly backs away, throws open the door and leaves. My panting gasps so loud, I try to stop myself now that the entire store can probably hear me.

And they must because one kid hurries back to check on me, peeking his head around the corner and widening his eyes at the lady with her skirt up around her waist. An utter wreck. That’s what I am.

But I jump down from the table, sliding my skirt over my thighs and dart from the room with a quick, “I changed my mind. Thanks.”

Scanning the hall, I see no one. The store is empty other than two confused young guys wondering why this woman just went into a booth and got herself off. Hopefully, they don’t call the cops. Having to explain to Mateo why I was arrested would be too embarrassing to recount.

I pick up my pace until I’m sprinting out and jump into my car. As I speed away toward my place, the high from the orgasm fades into irritation. How dare he leave me like that? Was that his plan? To humiliate me and expose me like that?

Well… I’m done playing his game. No more.

After picking up some food on my way home from my favorite restaurant, I nod at Roy as I pass by him on my way to the elevator. When I open the door to my place, I’m struck by the aroma of it. Like some type of detergent or flower I don’t know.

I almost drop my bags as I scan the place. Everything is utterly sparkling. As I step down to my sunken living room, I’m amazed how the sofa looks so polished, the leather seems as if it has had a nice shampoo. A new piece sits in the corner and when I approach, my hand makes its way to my throat.

It’s an antique radio cabinet. And on the inside is a record player with some of my favorite albums from back in the day. Tears hit my eyes as I scan each one, a memory of where I was when I first listened bringing me back to good times I had then whenever I could be alone.

Some shuffling from down the hall makes me pause. Two women with buckets and gloves exit and startle as they see me. “Oh, so sorry. We’re finished now. We’ll see you again next week, Miss Locke.”

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