A revealing mask

I've always hated Halloween, Mardi Gras, and all that... Not even as a kid I'd feel OK when my parents forced me to dress up as a cop, thief, animal or any other shitty costume. I hated masks above all. Small eye slits through which I could only see a small part of the world around me, many times without a hole to breathe, leaving me to gasp for air in a second. But I would still wear many different "masks" throughout my life... I don't judge who can enjoy the whole thing. I can even appreciate the originality of a well-thought costume, especially when involved in some kind of satire, be it social or political. Or the sensuality of some costume choices. I can get behind getting loose for a bit, boost your self-confidence, sometimes transpiring sexuality. Ironically, we need a mask to be more authentic, and that's the problem, for me...

I don't even know what crossed my mind to say "yes" this year. I'd turned it down, made up some excuses, and even so got beaten by exhaustion. I got there a few minutes after what we had agreed upon. It was a Masquerade Ball, classic style, in a century-old hall, dressed up for the occasion. Low lights, black and gold as dominant colors. Because I was put into it only the night before, I ended up going as a free interpretation of the Phantom of the Opera. Put a black suit on, white bow tie, and got a black cape from a friend. To finish it off, I found a white, man's, visor. At least with it, I could easily breathe...

Someone came to talk, but my goal was different. I'd answer indifferently while going through the hall with my eyes. Because of the mask, I had to move my head and not be so smooth in doing it, but oh well... Fixated my gaze upon the bar table on the far opposite side. She was wearing a long and bright red dress, running down her figure as if someone had poured it over her, to the floor. Her back was naked, but large feathers were coming out on both sides. With peacocks, it's the male which carries the magnificent colors, but I was glad we're not peacocks... Her hair was tied up, tucked inside some sort of crown. Seemed coral, also red. Finally, when she fully turned around, I could see a Venetian mask, but that didn't require her to hold it because it was attached to her crown. Couldn't really see the point of the costume, but if it was meant to get my attention, then it was a clear winner.

I excused myself from the conversation and got close to the table. Ordered a whiskey, neat, and as I waited, asked with a smile: "Good evening. Are you supposed to be some kind of queen?". "Hello. Not exactly. I wear a crown every day, the difference is that tonight it's plain to see. Madam Louise" - she replied, holding out her hand to me. I kissed it with a slight bow, playing the game. "I'm Sebastian, Duke of Overseas". She smiled back with her crimson lips as if she already knew I'd go along. Even through a mask, I could see her sparkling eyes, a greenish brown, balancing innocence and desire. "Did you come alone this evening, Madam?" - I let go, after getting my drink. "Yes. Had a date with someone who probably isn't coming by now...".

After a while talking, I finished my whiskey, and she had already finished her gin. I pulled her to the dance floor. She tried to resist, but not much. Luckily the playlist wasn't as classic as the theme might suggest, and we danced. Oh, how we danced... It's delicious to see a woman having simple, carefree, fun. To be able to see an authentic smile, even if her face is partly covered. "Are you up for a walk, Madam?" - I said, close to her face. She nodded in approval and so I guided her to the balcony. Noticed a strand of hair falling down her crown, probably because of all the dancing. With my hand, I tucked it in, and on the way back, I let my hand gently brush her neck by "accident". She got the clue, of course, and bit her lip, which is something I simply cannot resist. Pulled her close, away from the light, and kissed her, while holding her by the waist. I could feel her heart beating faster, just as mine was, and now our tongues were the ones dancing. I laid her back down, and we stared into each other's eyes, inches away. It was electrifying... "Shall we?" - I interrupted. "I thought you'd never ask" - she answered.

We went through the cloakroom quickly, just to grab our coats, and I called an Uber. It took us to a well-known hotel, halfway through the party and my house. It wasn't the first time I stayed there, to the point I was a bit of a familiar face around the place. "Good evening Mr. Thompson, happy Mardi Gras!". "Yeah, you too" - I quickly said, dismissing any further talking while the key to the room 279 was given to me. We got up to the second floor, and as soon as I closed the room door, she turned me, kissed me, and teased me saying: "Tonight won't be as you've anticipated it". Intrigued, I followed her to the bed, only for her to push me. Lying there, I saw her taking something from her purse. She dangled a pair of handcuffs on my face, truly surprising me, which is not easy, let it be told. "Madam dictates the rules" - she confidently said. Meanwhile, she was already cuffing my wrists to the bed after taking off my coat and cape. I'd never been in that situation before, and I wasn't comfortable in that role. It's not my nature. But who could say "no" to those beautiful eyes? And I confess I was curious, very curious...

Slowly, she slid off a handle, then the other, letting the dress fall down to her feet. Underneath, there was a two-piece lace lingerie, with leg straps, of a fiery red. The royal title wasn't real, but she was. In front of me was a powerful woman, with all that comes with it. She never took her crown or mask off. She sat in my lap. I wanted to embrace her but was unable to. She was the one kissing my lips, careful so our masks wouldn't clash. In a moment, she started taunting me, exposing her neck, far enough so I couldn't reach it. She laughed before allowing me to do so, and I wanted to make sure she wouldn't regret it. Stretching the most I could, I kissed her neck in several spots, and nibbled on her hear, which only got me slapped. "I've told you I'm the one in charge tonight". Confused, I obeyed. She kept teasing by taking off her bra, letting me see her breasts up close, her excited nipples pointing to me. The hunger for grabbing her and sucking her bosoms was so strong. I even tried to get my hands free, but the cuffs were good enough. She must've seen my struggle, or she wanted the same as me, because soon she let me taste them. First one, only then the other... In the meantime, I felt her hand inside my shirt, feeling my hot chest. She backed off and unbuttoned it fast. Her hand started going down then, until it was lost inside my pants, definitely learning the state I was in. She smiled, maybe because she knew she was guilty of it. "You're ready, I can feel it". "I'm always ready for you, Madam" - I completed.

She took my pants off, leaving my black boxers still on. While we kissed, she held my hair and rubbed on my lap. I believe we had left teasing time behind us by that time, for when I caught a glimpse of her eyes, I could see lust in its purest form. With her hands on my shoulders, she made me lay on my back. "Don't move" - she ordered, at the same time she was taking her already soaked panties. She kept the leg straps. Climbing onto the bed again, she moved on top of me, right over my face. Finally taking off my confining boxers, she let my throbbing cock free, kissing the engorged tip. Followed her lead and kissed her wetness. How delicious and hot she was... The taste of Pleasure was intoxicating. She was taking me in her mouth, grabbing my hard dick firmly, alternating between sucking it whole or just its head. I would change moves as well, at the pace of her movements, almost with no break to catch my breath. It was that night's third dance... Even with her mouth full, I could hear her moaning softly as an answer to me licking around her sensitive clitoris. After a few minutes, she moved down a little, and looking over her shoulder at me, she started grinding again, this time with no clothes between our bodies. I was crazy, and wanted more, much more! Still leaning forward, her back to me, didn't take her long to raise her body slightly and provoke me, by spanking my cock against her hungry pussy. When I was about to beg, she slid herself around me, and like that, she fucked me... She would look at me, as if contemplating her win, knowing I was completely taken. The whole scene was divine and her movements were absolute erratic perfection. Her groans of pleasure were getting louder and louder, and I was soon joining her.

When I thought she might be getting close to the finish line, she stopped... "I'm releasing you, but you'll behave and take me as I wish, under my rules!". I agreed, but I wasn't about to waste my chance. She had barely set my arms free when I grabbed her hard. She put up a fight, but I won. I was able to cuff her hands together, and finally I was in my comfort zone. "This was cute" - I said, grinning. "But you know, in here, I always get my way, eventually... I'm a fair guy, though, so tell me, what was Madam's last request?". Without saying a single word, she raised her ass and put her elbows down, looking at me. This time it was a submissive look, almost begging for me. I couldn't resist and took her. Everything was so hot, I started going faster from the get-go. Holding her, I was the one fucking her now, on my beat. She moaned even louder, and that only made me go deeper, pound her harder. I didn't want to climax like this, so I turned her around, laying her softly, assuring her legs were locked behind me. I penetrated her as deeply as I possibly could, in a perfect angle, while caressing her breasts. Two of my fingers were in her mouth, which she was sucking avidly while groaning. 

I was expecting "the" moment. I sped up looking for it, and her breathing became heartily and audible. I could hardly see her eyes behind the mask, such was the way she was twisting. I knew it was time. Grabbed her neck, and squeezed softly. Not to cause any pain, but enough to get her suspended, there, then. It took her by surprise, I could tell. Yet, it transported her beyond her know limits, and everything that followed was almost indescribable! I held for a few seconds, and she surrendered completely. I could only see the white of her eyes, and she wanted to scream but no sound came out. I wouldn't let it... She was having full-blown body seizures, and she was close to crushing me inside her. That's when I let myself go too, relaxing in absolute ecstasy, finally letting go of her neck. She took a deep, long, breath, with a magnificent final moan, and just stayed there watching the ceiling for a while. 

I lied down next to her and whispered: "I love that you tried, especially this time of year, but I like to be in charge, and I was the one who ended up surprising you...". Still getting her voice back, she said smiling: "True, but just because of it, tomorrow lunch is on you, and the kids are asking lasagna for days!". "Yes darling, don't worry and relax on our special 279. Love you".