Page 104 of Made for Wilde
“Put this on, baby. Because now, the real fun begins.”
TWENTY-ONE
KODA
Charlotte liftsthe mask with shaking hands. Her eyes shine with awe and nerves.
“What’s this for?” she whispers, turning the delicate mask over in her palms.
I reach for the matching mask I’ve kept hidden in my jacket pocket, holding it up so she can see.
“It’s for you. And I have one too.”
Her breath catches as she stares at both masks, understanding dawning in her beautiful blue eyes.
“I’ll never share you with anyone, Charlotte. Ever.” My voice comes out rough. “But I thought the masks could be a fun way to explore your fantasies.”
I slip my mask over my face. The eyeholes frame my vision perfectly, and I can see Charlotte’s pupils dilate as she takes in my transformed appearance.
“What do you say, baby?”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, practically panting as arousal floods her system. The mask trembles in her grip, and I can see the exact moment she makes her decision.
“Yes,” she breathes, lifting the lace to her face. “I want them to see how good you make me feel. I want them to watch you claim me.”
I’m so hard it fucking hurts. My beautiful, wild Charlotte, the woman carrying my baby, about to let me put her on display for anyone who wants to watch.
“Then let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”
She obeys instantly and slips the mask over her face. The transformation is immediate. It covers her up to the cheekbones and hides her identity from the world, but I can still see those blue eyes.
Wide, hungry, desperate for more.
My cock throbs at the sight. She looks like sin and surrender and every filthy dream I’ve ever had.
“Strip,” I order, stepping back to watch her. “Leave the heels on.”
Charlotte’s breath shudders out of her, but she doesn’t hesitate. She peels off her dress and lets it puddle at her feet, then reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. Her tits spill out, perfect and round, the nipples already tight and begging for my mouth. She slides her panties down her legs and bends at the waist, giving me a full view of her ass.
Soft, round, mine.
She stands up straight, naked except for those fuck-me stilettos and the glittering mask.
My vision goes white-hot.
“Goddamn, look at you,” I say, circling her slowly. “You’re perfect. Every inch. And you belong to me.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak. She knows better than to interrupt when I’m like this. I let my fingers trail over her skin, from her throat down to her breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. I pinch her nipple and twist until she whimpers.My other hand moves to her ass, palming the curve, kneading it like bread.
“You ready to show everyone what a dirty girl you are for me?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods, trembling. “Yes, Koda. Please.”
“Good girl.”
I stalk to the window, grab the cord, and yank the curtain open.
There’s a stage just beyond the window, a handful of strangers settling in to watch. I don’t give a fuck who they are.
