Anthology - Behind the Mask Part 18

aThat,a he chastised, waggling his index finger at her, awas a low-down, mean and dirty trick. Baffling me with the l.u.s.t of your kisses and then running off on me was sneaky, underhanded and has made me harder than a pole.a Smiling, Lily shrugged. aCanat blame a girl for trying.a Andrew took one last step between them, closing the distance.

aYouare not really scared of me tying you up, are you? You know Iad never do anything you didnat like.a Lily smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.

aI know, but I couldnat just tamely submit to you either. Without a bit of a challenge, youad never really enjoy your reward, would you?a aMmm,a he murmured, aspeaking of rewardsa"a Lily felt Andrew press his lips against hers. Almost chastely, he let the gentle press of his lips bear down on hers. When she felt his tongue dart out between his lips, seeking entrance, she held no reservations in opening her lips to meet his.

The sun beat down on them. In the distance she could hear the odd car driving down the street, yet it almost seemed as if they were in their own little world, separate and apart from everyone and everything.

When Lily felt Andrewas hands slide under her sweater and T-shirt, she shuddered with the pleasure he could bring her. Her nipples pebbled and she arched into his touch.

When he pulled his hand away, firmly replacing her sweater, she pulled away from the kiss, clearly at a loss.

aNot here. Letas go back to my room. I think I want you properly tied up so I can take my time with you,a he smiled, showing only eager antic.i.p.ation at the thought of having her to himself.

Smiling, Lily let him take her hand and lead her out of the park.

Chapter Thirteen.

Lily pulled to test one arm on the same crumpled silk tie. Her circulation was in no way impeded and the tie did not chafe on her skin, yet she could barely move her arms an inch to either side.

aYou havenat done this before by any chance, have you?a she asked more from nerves than any real desire to learn his s.e.xual history.

The masculine, feral grin he gave her had her pause a moment.

aTell me youare not some deviant s.e.xual dominant, eager to devour young maidens and corrupt a woman into your bondage s.e.xual slave for life?a Lily felt her heart accelerate at the only half-jesting manner she asked the question.

When Andrew threw his head back and laughed his familiar laugh, genuinely finding humor in her query, she felt herself relax a bit.

aLily-girl, Iave never tied a woman up, either for her pleasure or my own. Youare the first, I promise. It just doesnat take a rocket scientist to work out the balance between tight enough to keep you in place, but loose enough not to cause you harm. Relax, I have a feeling weare both going to enjoy this.a Her doubt fully a.s.suaged, Lily leaned back into the mountain of pillows Andrew had put at her back for her comfort, and spread her legs invitingly.

aWell then,a she purred, aarenat you a little overdressed for this party? I seem to be fully naked and bound, as ordered, yet you seem to still have pants on.a Lily felt her body dip slightly as Andrew climbed onto the bed with her. Earlier, he had removed his boots and socks, his shirt and the belt buckling his jeans. When he had moved to begin to strip her, she had shuddered at his sensitive touch, his gentle caresses. For a minute or two, she had truly thought they wouldnat reach the binding stage.

Yet he had exhibited far more restraint than she could lay claim to. When she had been gutturally begging him to take her, to thrust inside her, he had pulled away from her burning body. He had removed her panties, swiped one teasing lick of her creaming c.u.n.t and stood up to stare at her spread body. After looking his fill, he had positioned her hands as he wished them, and bound her with his crumpled silk ties.

Even now, he simply kneeled on the bed, staring at her as if she were some pagan G.o.ddess spread before him for his enjoyment alone. Feeling herself creaming, eager to begin their play, Lily spread her legs wider, invitingly, eager to rekindle the heat he had created when stripping her.

When he bent over her body and dipped to kiss her neck, Lily felt her heartbeat accelerate again. He seemed so gentle, so self-possessed, she felt it hard to believe he was as turned on as she.

Lily had never thought she had bondage fantasies but she was desperate to feel his penetration, felt as if a fire burned beneath her skin. The simple act of restricting the movements of her hands turned her on incredibly. The feeling of giving over control, of being able to lose herself in her pa.s.sions and desires, was an incredibly erotic feeling she had never been able to indulge in with any of her other lovers.

She wasnat convinced she would ever let Andrew, or any other lover, do this to her again. She wasnat even certain she would enjoy s.e.x being bound but the foreplay, the mental images crossing her mind, heating her blood, was more than enough for her to be a willing partic.i.p.ant at the moment.

Andrew gently bit down at the juncture between her neck and shoulder and an electric feeling arched from his heated mouth through to her erect nipples and all the way down into her creaming p.u.s.s.y.

aOh!a she cried out, unable to articulate anything else. She felt Andrew smile against her skin.

aFelt that all the way down into your c.u.n.t, didnat you, love? This is one of your erogenous zonesa"one of the most common zones in the female body, even though every woman is different. You must tell me how this feels.a When his warm hands began to caress her chest and the globes of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as well as her bare and twisting torso, Lily knew she was in for a long night of intensive lovemaking.

Having her hands bound almost seemed to heighten her senses. As she couldnat move her hands, couldnat be thinking about how to please him, it made her concentrate more fully on how he pleasured her. It didnat fully make sense but, in the red-hot haze of pa.s.sion, desire and l.u.s.t that fully overtook her, Lily understood what was happening.

For what seemed like hours, Andrew carefully built the fire raging in her. He touched her gently, he ran his hands, his tongue, his lips and all the soft parts of his body over her. He traced and tasted every inch of her body, inside and out. He ate her to a raging, screaming o.r.g.a.s.m that rocked her world and blew her away. Then calmly, as if he were completely unaware of the earth-shatteringly intense pleasure he had given her, went back to nibbling on her skin and setting the fire to burn again.

Lily thought she would go mad from the love and l.u.s.t he incited in her.

As the afternoon waned into the evening, Andrew didnat even pause for breath. She could feel his c.o.c.k, iron-hard and obviously in desperate need of release, cased inside his pants. Yet even when she begged him to enter her, he would tease her, licking her with his tongue, or teasing her with his fingers. He had lovely fingers, long and thick, but, even as he entered two or three into her, they were insufficient to slake her burning desire for his shaft. Nothing else would be able to ease the desperate ache inside her.

And still he teased her.

She cried for him. She begged him. She pleaded with him to complete her.

And still he teased her.

It was agony. It was ecstasy. It was better than any fantasy she had ever dreamed, yet it was still not enough and she didnat understand why. She had her stud, satisfying her every craving, bar one, and still she begged, pleaded for the one thing he hadnat given her.

As she screamed out her third o.r.g.a.s.m, feeling the aching, pleasurable, but still somehow painful peak rip through her body, tears entered her eyes. Somehow she didnat feel complete without him inside her and that knowledge, more than anything else, worried her.

Chapter Fourteen.

As Andrew watched Lilyas body convulse and clamp around his drenched fingers in her third o.r.g.a.s.m, he felt himself begin to sweat.

He had always dreamed of having a luscious woman, bound and naked for him to perform all kinds of erotic acts upon. And he indeed loved having his Lily-girl spread before him for his pleasure. Yet he ached to be inside her, ached to possess her. Feeling her body spread even wider after she came down from her climax, he could no longer deny himself or her. She had been pleading from her second climax for him to possess her, yet he had wanted to make sure she was ready, had completely forgotten her act of trust in letting him bind her.

He hadnat exactly been selfish, yet a part of him relished the knowledge that she trusted him so deeply.

With far more haste than grace, he shed his pants, smiling sourly at how eagerly his c.o.c.k leapt from his pants.

He was more than ready.

He bent down, inhaling the salty, tangy, feminine scent of Lily once more.

aNo!a she cried out, surprising him, adonat you dare eat me again, Andrew! f.u.c.k me right now or I swear I will never smile at you again.a He smiled, amused at her threat. Strangely enough, it held enough threat to make him pay attention.

aMy lady is eager,a he teased.

aYour lady is about to jump you, bound or not.a Andrew held her hips, cupped her as delicately as if she were made of thin china. She was so precious to him, he feared to hurt her with his aching desire.

aRight now, Andrew, or I swear youall regret it.a Laughing aloud, never having had so much fun and enjoyment with any other woman in his life, Andrew pulled himself back. Taking a deep breath, knowing their marathon bout of incredible s.e.x was about to come to an end, he plunged himself b.a.l.l.s-deep with one fierce, firm stroke.

Amazingly, almost instantly, Lily began to convulse around him. She screamed a high, almost unheard, scream of completion. He felt her womb contract around him, her walls milking him, her grasping him as if he were the last thing in the world.

He groaned, determined to last more than one stroke. Drawing back, he felt amazed as Lily wound her legs around him, pulling him closer into her. Not even a few inches removed from her, he thrust himself back in her and, amazingly, began to spurt his seed. His shaft ached, burned inside her as his seed poured forth inside her womb.

He felt as if a bomb had detonated in his b.a.l.l.s. His shaft was like a burning beacon, pouring his essence, his very soul, deep into Lily. He came over and over, hoa.r.s.ely crying out his ecstasy.

When he finally finished convulsing, he fell to his side, still entwined with Lily, unwilling or unable to let her go. He gasped his breath back into his lungs, unsure when he had stopped breathing.

Lying there tangled with her, feeling her warm and pliant, probably half unconscious in his arms, he felt a peace settle over him. As if with that one remarkable act of trust and faith, they had sealed their relationship.

Andrew listened to his heart rate settle, felt his body relax and return to normal. Sitting up with a jerk, he leaned over Lily to unbind her.

aSorry, sweetie, I didnat forget exactlyabut I didnat precisely plan it either. The blood is only just now returning to important organs like my brain.a The sweet, sensitive smile she directed sleepily at him melted his heart. Getting up, he retrieved the comforter from where he had earlier moved it and snuggled next to her in the giant bed, covering them both.

aIam clean and I know you wouldnat have done it if you werenat clean either. I trust you, hon. We can order dinner and pack later, and then exchange boring things like tests and all when we get back. What say we just lie here and pretend weare not sleeping for now?a aSounds good to meaa she huskily murmured and Andrew knew she was asleep before she had even finished the thought.

Chapter Fifteen.

One month later.

Andrew checked himself once more in his own private bathroom. Grateful to not have any one of the other men peering over his shoulder at his sweating palms and constant stupid fiddling with his hair, he cursed at his own nerves.

It was quite late, after seven on a Friday evening, and so he found himself hedging his bets that there wouldnat be anyone else around the offices. He sincerely hoped there wouldnat be anyone else around at this hour. Tucking one last stray lock of hair away from his face, he took a deep breath.

Stop procrastinating, you jerk, and get on with it.

Looking back down into his gym bag, which now held the crumpled remnants of his business suit, he bent down and picked out the last item. He had already donned his highwayman pants, his black shirt and the cape. Only the facemask remained.

Holding the black mask in his hands, he wondered again at the lengths Lily had pushed him to.

One whole month of mind-blowing s.e.x had pa.s.sed. Each encounter miraculously seemed better than the last. It was the frustrating lunch dates she continued to insist they have each week that drove him insane.

If he happened to try and play footsie with her, she smote him with a glance. If he made even the mildest of risqu comments to her, she kicked him in the shins. If he dared look at her funny in front of her colleagues she gave him the longest lecture over the phone that evening.

Enough was enough. He had tried jumping through her hoops and all he had to show for it was a b.o.n.e.r that never went away, and an astronomical dentistas bill for all the grinding of his teeth.

He had tried and tried to talk Lily into moving in with him or getting engaged to him. Nothing seemed to work. She insisted she wanted to atake her timea. She said he couldnat possibly have fallen in love with her so quickly and he couldnat seem to convince her he was serious, that he wanted marriage, babies and the white picket fence.

He had had enough with the waiting and procrastinating. It was well past time she jumped through some of his fricking hoops and she could start with the three-day weekend he had planned for them both. No clothes allowed!

Zipping up his gym bag, he stashed it in the back of his office, hoping his suit and shirt wouldnat crease too badly with his gym gear. Anyone desperate enough to steal the crumpled suit was welcome to it. The two silk ties, however, he had stashed in his pants pockets. Those would undoubtedly come in handy later on in the evening.

Taking one last glance in the mirror, Andrew a.s.sured himself he looked as close to the same as he had that fateful Mardi Gras evening as possible. His mask in place, the cape flapping in the breeze, he smiled to his reflection and mentally wished himself the best of luck.

Letas hope I donat make a complete a.s.s of myself.

Striding confidently out of the menas bathroom, Andrew headed down the corridor to the elevators. Even though the offices were deserted, he kept his head high, his posture firm and his strides confident. If he happened to pa.s.s someone, he had far more chance of brazening it out if he looked as if he lived here, rather than sneaking about stealthily.

Also, the security cameras were monitored and sneaking about seemed far more likely to gather their attention than striding purposefully about.

The elevator pinged and Andrew stepped in and pressed the floor number Lily should be working late on.

He couldnat believe how relieved he had felt when she cancelled their date tonight, insisting she had to work late on the finishing touches to her project. He knew she already had it perfect; she simply felt the need to nitpick at it.

Besides, he had briefly spoken to her boss when he had arranged for their annual leave. Her boss was more than satisfied with her work, had even hinted that the upcoming promotion was in the bag for her, yet still Lily fretted and worried.

He smiled. While Andrew-the-average-businessman might not have dared encroach on her work time, Andrew-the-highwayman felt no remorse at all about his upcoming plans.

The elevator pinged again and the doors slid open with barely a whisper of sound.

Andrew raised his head, c.o.c.ked it at the arrogant angle he could easily picture any highwayman worth his salt holding it at. Striding forward again, he headed in the well-known direction of Lilyas office. Though many of the lights still shone in the corridors and offices, thankfully each office he pa.s.sed was empty.

He heard Lily before he could see her.

aSo you see my problem, Darla?a aMmm,a came the m.u.f.fled response. Andrew paused, wondering what the h.e.l.l she and Darla were doing. Lilyas voice sounded thick. Not husky, but as if she were doing something with her mouth.

For the briefest of seconds, Andrew had a mental flash of Lily going down on Darla and then he shook his head.

No way. If Lily had planned anything like that and not invited him, he would kill her with his bare hands.

Reality intruded and he realized Lily didnat feel so inclined that way.

aVery tricky,a came the m.u.f.fled response from Darla. The clink of silverware on silver could be heard from Lilyas small office. Andrew felt his breathing return to normal.

No lesbian voyeuristic fantasies would be played out tonight. He must be hornier than he realized.

Andrew tried to stifle his laughter, and continued into Lilyas office anyway. The sight that greeted his eyes amazed him.

Feminine decadence abounded.

One crushed, empty pint of Ben and Jerryas Chunky Monkey lay on the floor near the wastepaper basket. One almost empty pint of Phish Food lay on the desk, mostly-melted chocolate ice cream stickily seeping out the bottom.

An extra-large indulgence packet of Reeseas Peanut b.u.t.ter Cups spilled out over the paperwork spread helter-skelter across the desk. M&Masa"both the chocolate variety as well as the peanut variety he noted, completely amuseda"and strawberries and cream also fought for s.p.a.ce among the cluttered desktop.

Both girls had changed from their suits and jackets into baggy sweat suit pants and torn T-shirts.

Andrew raised an eyebrow as they scrambled to pick up the scattered suckers and clean up the mess from the ice cream with a man-sized box of tissues they had obviously brought for such a purpose.

aAndrew!a Lily cried out. aI thought you were going bowling with the guys.a aAnd I thought you were working late, my dear,a he purred, not wanting to ruin the moment. He had never felt so amused, seeing Lily and her friend scramble to right the small office.

aThis isnat what it seems,a she panted as she finally collected the last of the chocolates from the desk.

aThis isnat really a girlsa night, as such,a Darla confirmed, mopping up the dripping ice cream, adespite how it looksa" Why the h.e.l.l are you wearing that outfit?a Andrew leered at Darla and chuckled as she cringed back in confusion. Her comment about the mask had Lily stopping her collection of the candies and turning fully to face him.