I held him tight, knowing it was insanity that drove me on. It had to be. I was educated, intelligent… a mother for God’s sake. And I was naked in a stranger’s arms, telling him things I was barely willing to admit to myself. But there was something in those dark, hidden eyes that seemed to pull the truth from me. And my own silver mask, like a shining wall between us, gave me courage. I could trust… for one night. For only one night. Then I would go back to who I really was… to my real life. And this man would never know who I was.

I was safe.

He watched me from behind his mask, letting his eyes run down my body like he was committing me to memory. And he was quiet. Only his cock, beating its pounding rhythm into my hands told me how my words affected him. His heart was racing… just like mine. Then he slipped his fingers out of me and my heart missed a beat.

He took a step back. Only far enough to pull me along with him, further into the darkness and the privacy under the stairs. The music still throbbed, mixed with the sounds of pleasure all around us. But we were hidden from sight. He peeled off his shirt… then left the rest of his clothes in a heap at our feet. His powerful thighs spread as he planted his feet and let me look at him. We were even somehow… both naked and fully exposed. Then he reached down and pulled a long fabric from the pocket of his coat on the floor. It was pale and he wrapped it sensuously around his hands. The shiver that ran through my body was deep and exquisite.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded. “You won’t have another chance. Once it’s done, you’re mine…”

“I want this,” I whispered. And he looped the cold satin around my wrists and pulled it tight, creasing the flesh and making it burn. “Tight,” I begged. “Tighter…”

He looped it again, spreading the tension of the fabric and pulled until my breath hissed through my teeth. The sensation was sharp, intense, but just short of pain.

Perfect.

Then his heavy cock dragged along my hip as he reached above us both and tied the free end to the baluster above us. My heart was pounding with anticipation and thick, sweet memories. How could he know, this perfect, perfect stranger?

He pulled until my arms were fully stretched… my toes only skimming the wood floor below. My bare breasts swayed against the heat of his muscled chest, and he leaned in and kissed me without touching me, until I was panting and frantic. He reached down and picked up the thin strip of satin I’d worn over my nipples and smiled in a way that stirred something even deeper than desire. He kissed each hard nipple and I could feel the power building inside him. It was everything between us, held back and threatening to be released. Then he tied the pink satin back around me, using it to bind my breasts this time, not to cover them… He pulled it tight, strapping my breasts so close together that my nipples were only inches apart and I was firm and round, and thrust fully forward.

“I could fuck you here,” he said darkly, running two thick fingers up the tight, narrow space between my tied flesh. He pulled his fingers out and slipped them into my open mouth. “Or here…”

I sucked and licked, savoring the salt of his skin. He smiled and slipped them back between my breasts, stroking and teasing me. “Or would you rather I fuck you like this?” he asked, dropping his hand suddenly and plunging his wet fingers deep and high in my pussy.

“Ah… that’s what I thought,” he growled at my response. He buried his hand, pushing three fingers in and up to the knuckle. He sucked one protruding nipple into his hot mouth until my thighs were soaking. I ached to touch him, to even just look at him, but I was held fast. He was an outline in the darkness, and I could only feel what he gave me to feel. I was slipping fast over the edge, when desire turns almost to suffering. His cock butted up against my belly and I jerked, twisting to wrap a leg around his thigh and force him closer, biting into the heavy muscle of his shoulder.

“No submissive, indeed,” he growled with pleasure. “My little angel has a fucking dark side, doesn’t she?” He bit my nipple gently, twisting it and forcing a groan from me. “Thank God for that,” he said through his teeth. “A man needs a woman with spirit… a woman who hands over her trust because she wants to…”

He pulled his mouth away, letting his teeth graze me and the jolt I felt was pure electricity. Every nerve was alive and pulsing, every inch of my body pushed beyond its limits.

“Then fuck me now,” I demanded, my words almost lost in the pounding music and the tension in my throat. ‘If there’s any mercy in you…”

He lifted me by the hips and spun me around, the satin sash twisting and tightening on my wrists. He gripped my thighs, my ass… and spread me wide…

Cold air met hot, aching need.