Page 4 of The Right Woman

Any other Friday night, I’d probably grind my pussy on him. Get him to slap me around a bit, ruin his night with a good fight at the end, laugh it off, then drown out the rest of the night in whatever cheap wine is left in my mini fridge.

Tonight, though, things have beenwrong.

First was the fight with my mother. Not that it’s unusual for her to tell me what a waste of a daughter I am, but it certainly thrust me into coming here once I forced Tarin to give me the location. Next was my sister calling me right after to rub the salt in, but in doing so, she said the forbidden name. The one she’s not allowed to say around me.

The one that made me pop a cork, down three glasses of red, scream from my balcony, get out my old trusty box cutter and make one tiny, tiny scratch on my upper thigh, text Tarin that I wanted to get back together, then show up here and become enraged that she was flirting with the man in the mask…

And deciding I would fuck him before she could.

It’s only fitting. After I ate her shaved pussy the last time, she told me she wished she could find a guy just like me. All with a toss of her long, brunette hair, like she had all the confidence in the world to say it because she’s pretty.

That was it. Flames across my face, I was going to show up and give her a piece of my mind. But then I decided to ruin her instead.

My usual modus operandi is to take what I want when I see it.

Except for this guy…

The mask is throwing me off. That’s all it is. Or his soothing cedar musk. Maybe because he’sso very huge, he could slay all my demons. Even the ones buried so deep inside of me, emotional vultures won’t be able to pick at them. These covered eyes peer at my face as if they see them all. He seems dangerous. For the first time since forever, I feel afraid.

What if he actually sees me?

If I lie to the mask, then my mother’s testimony will come true. I’ll truly be nothing, mean nothing, and never get any better. Life will be me screwing it up on repeat. And it can’t be. Not if I want to truly live.

“Please tell me to do something. You have to make me.Forceme,” I plead with him. If he doesn’t evoke some feeling inside of me, I think I may cease to exist.

“It’s Daddy Don. And you need to sit up like a big girl. Put your back against my chest.”

The alcohol must make me slow enough that he loses patience and grabs my waist to spin me around and set me rightback down on the firm rod under his slacks. It’s so long, it slots up my back between the crevice of my ass. As if he’s not done making me his doll, he spreads my thighs wide over his. My dress slides all the way up to my hips until I’m fully exposed to everyone nearby.

Nakedness never bothered me, and though I came here to do everything right in front of Tarin, I didn’t expect the shock I’d feel as the cool atmosphere hits my bare cunt. All the old men in front of us turn around and gape at me, like I’m a freak sideshow.

When I squirm on daddy’s lap, he smacks my outer thigh with his open palm. The sting makes me gasp. “Sit still. Behave. Let all these men see what a naughty little girl I have over here.”

Instead of withdrawing his hand, he slips it toward my center, every hint of movement sending electric sparks down my legs. Just as I think he’ll touch me, he leaves his finger hanging in the air, the heat of it hovering outside my pussy lips. I arch my back into him and his rough mask rubs against my neck. His deep voice vibrates the plastic as he moans. “Ah, ah. I’ll do what I want with you. No hurrying this, Rosy. I bet your pussy is just as red as your cheeks right now. Let them see how much.”

One man standing in front of us bends at a ninety-degree angle to get a better look, though the rest of the group gives us a respectful ten feet or so of space. The way the man in front peeks at me with such hunger makes my belly twitch with revulsion.

“Never seen a pussy before?” I yell, and a sharp smack lands on my soaked cunt. Lurching forward, I cry out, more from surprise than anything.

“I don’t deal with brats well. So mind your manners. These men paid for a show, and they want to see it.”

A few of the guys chuckle and point, making embarrassment stain my flesh. Not sure why. I’ve had sex in front of peoplebefore. But losing all my control like this while ten older men stand and watch me lose my shit? It’s just not the same.

With a volley of my shoulders, I inch away. “Never mind. I don’t want to play.”

When I try to stand, Daddy Don grips my wrist and pulls me until I trip on my six-inch heels and tumble back into his chest. He gathers me up in a cradle hold and presses the mask against my cheek.

His sweet whiskey breath seeps from underneath it as he murmurs, “You’re not going anywhere unless you say a safe word. Tell me what that is.”

How does he make me melt into him? He’s the scariest man here, but I feel the most comfortable with his arms surrounding me like they are now, like a shield against the crowd that’s thankfully losing interest. “Victor Vain.” If I had to name him,that’swho he’d be. A real boss ass, not aDon.

“Victor Vain it is. Now. Settle down and daddy will finger you in front of these horny men. Would you like that, Rosy?”

My face hovers over his, still hidden by the mold of the mask. A sharp inhale passes through his mouth hole when I edge myself closer, trying to get a peek behind it. As I press my lips against his fake ones, a tickle of a tongue edges through to wet my mouth. I leave behind a pink stain of lipstick when I back up, making him look more like a clown than a creature of the night. “Yes.”

Swiftly, those big hands put me back into position, slapping my thighs wide as his finger dances across my clit. “You feel this?” he asks, pressing deeper between my folds. At first, I think he’s talking about how very wet I am, but his hips jut up into my backside and worry surges through me.

I’ve been with men. A few. More women than anything, but the weapon he’s pressing against me is larger than something I’ve seen before. And I amnota big person. I don’t even botherwith dildos, preferring the company of a good clit sucker. But I let my ass caress the length of it as I twerk on him once or twice.

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