Chapter Eight
They walked along a side path, then past the servant’s entrance. There were light posts with low illuminating light along a path. It seemed to him like the path went on forever. Then they finally came out into the gardens. Wow, she had been right. Flowers went on forever.
Jacob stopped with her and raised his nose. So many floral scents assaulted him all at once.
“Gosh, I hope you aren’t allergic,” Miss Red Dress spoke in a faint drawl.
He smiled down at her. “No, we’re in luck. I’m not. However, someone could pass out from the mixture of these scents.”
She giggled. “Let’s walk and tell each other about ourselves.” She stepped ahead.
Jacob stood where he was for a second. Tell about ourselves? Crap. He then stepped behind her and thought he could maybe get through this with little damage. Just tell the facts from his inner life. He shook his head in disgust. You have no inner life, you fool.
“So, what do you do?” she asked.
Okay, right out of the gate, he’d been snared. “I-I’m an aspiring actor.”
Her steps halted and she stared over at him. “Really?”
He nodded. Keep as close to the truth as you can and then skirt lies only if you have to. “I mean. I wait tables actually.” Is true…or was years ago anyway. “How about you?”
She seemed to still and looked all around. “Well, I’m…” She then took a step closer. “A singer. But really… I wait tables too.” She laughed.
Jacob fucking loved that laugh, it like made him feel…He shook the thought away.
She turned and walked along the pathway.
Jacob followed. He thought about the rabbit hole effect he’d been getting a sense of again.
Miss Red Dress disappeared around a hedge.
Hurrying to catch her, he came out in a maze. Oh, shit. Not one of these! They had these everywhere in England. As a kid, he’d hated them. Unlike other boys, he did not find them entertaining. He liked to be in control, plan the outcome. Not wander in a maze and not know where the fuck you were going. He stood where he was.
“Come on!” she called from somewhere ahead.
He didn’t move. Instead, he backed up to where he knew he could get out.
“Hey,” she said as she came back to where he stood.
“Hey,” he replied back.
“Why did you stop?” she asked as she stared at his mask.
Jacob shrugged. Truth? Or would I sound like a pussy? “I don’t like mazes.”
She cocked her head to the side and turned around to look at the hedges. “Okay.” She walked over to him and passed him.
Her scent wafted along his nose. It was prominent, despite all the floral scents around him. Jacob followed. Yes, just like a rat behind the pied piper, follow—follow until you could lead.
They came to a large building. Miss Red Dress reached out and opened the door.
Again, he followed her in.
They stood inside a solarium with a huge indoor swimming pool. The light in the large space was really low.
“Wow!” she exclaimed as she made her way over to a chaise lounge.
Keeping up with tradition that had worked so far, Jacob simply kept following her. He took the chaise next to her.
They both laid back and stared up through the skylight that stretched across the top of the building.
“Cool,” she whispered.
They both laid there for several quiet minutes.
Jacob finally turned his head and looked over at her.
Her gold mask stayed in place and in this low light, he could barely see her chin in any case. He wondered why a woman like her would be at a party to find a date. Well, she could wonder the same of him. “So, what is your name?” Shit! WHY? Why did you have to ask? It would lead to her demanding his name.
She adjusted her mask and looked over at him.
He smiled. “I can’t just keep thinking of you as Miss Red Dress.”
“Lydia,” she answered on a whisper. “Lydia Snow.”
He nodded. “Mine’s Conall.” He winced. His real middle name. Why would he keep telling the truth, lying here in full disguise? Simply surreal. Or too real. No, it wasn’t really. In disguise and mask?
Her smile beneath her mask was wide. “What a cool name.”
He shrugged. “Not in England. It is an average name.”
“Why did you come to America?” she asked.
“To be a star,” he answered without any thought. More truth. This had been easier than he thought.
“You have the look of a model, I noticed,” she replied.
Yes, cologne, runway, underwear. Yes. “Thank you.”
She tentatively reached out and touched his arm. “Collan?”
He tried to see her face in the dimness. Wow, for a woman to say the name he’d been called as a kid? It was…He shivered. “Yes?”
“Did you come to this party to have sex?”
Okay, truth-stop-sign up ahead. He laughed at his own wild thoughts as he tried to keep up with all this honesty hidden in lies crap. “Yes!” This was too easy. Truth all the way.
“Me too,” she whispered back.
He let out a breath. “But with your killer curves, that sweet mouth and your voice? Crap, it made me hard just hearing it. How in the hell could this be so?”
Silence echoed.
“Okay, so after I tell you why, you can just get up and walk away. I will understand.”
His eyes widened at this. What could be so bad? Just look at the woman, she was…
“I like it kind of rough, you see. But I just couldn’t do those clubs. I mean all those men in masks? The chains and leather?”
His held his breath. Could it be? No fucking way!
She continued, “So, you don’t look like the kind of guy who—”
Jacob sat up. “But I am the kind,” he whispered in as much shock as he felt.
She sat up too. “No way! You seem so…”
He laughed. “I like to be in control mostly. But the kind of women I meet, well they…I’m not a dom, per say. I do not wear that shit. Then I don’t like to really inflict pain, not like that, but I…” You what, Jacob? He’d been hard as a rock ever since her confession.
She now was standing over him. “Could we just try it? To see? I have given up on finding it.”
He stood up and grabbed her arms. “In our masks?”
“Yes,” she breathed the one word out.
He lowered his face to her lips. “You can say stop anytime. If I…”
She nodded. “You are so damn sexy. I just didn’t think you would—?”
He smothered her words with his lips. HE SO WOULD. He’d wanted to taste this woman ever since he caught sight of those lips in the foyer. He delved right into her mouth, no soft kiss, no exploring. Just push all the way in. Her flavor hit his system with a punch to his gut.
She held her hands at her sides as she timidly kissed him back.
She was perfect. She allowed him to lead entirely. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his hardness.
Gasping, her breath accelerated.
Fuck, everything about her turned him on.
Stepping back, Jacob stared at her.
Slowly, she raised her hands up and lowered the glittery dress down over a shoulder.
He could see her just enough under the low light but not her face really. He knew the mask was there in any case. He was going to take her while they wore the masks. This turned him on even more.
She lowered the dress as it glittered a bit in the darkness.
He stood and watched like it was the most spell binding sight he’d ever witnessed.
Shyly, she stepped out of the pooled red glitter material.
His breath caught as he saw she wore just a slip of silk thong and the bustier. She stood so still as if waiting. He knew this meant she truly wanted him to take over. Stepping close, he reached around her and unclasped the bustier. He tore it away.
Her gasp at his actions made him even harder if that were possible.
She kept breathing fast when he lowered his hand with his fingers spread out as he smoothed it over her neck and down over a perfect set of breasts. His mouth watered at the feel of her skin and he stopped to tweak a nipple. Her body jumped a bit. Yes, very sensitive and fucking shy too. Damn, this was so fucking hot. He knew he needed to take his time, savor this. But it had been months and he wanted to just let loose and take what he wanted.
He stepped back and took a long look at her from her gold mask to her breasts, down along her waist, to her belly then pausing at her creamy thighs down to her feet as she stood in her 3 inch heels. He knew she would be shorter than he stood…this he liked too. “Undress me,” he instructed in a raspy voice.
Lydia stepped forward eagerly.
Jacob smiled. “Slowly.”
She stilled her actions as her delicate fingers reached out and grasped his tux jacket as she slipped it off one arm then the other. Slowly, just as he’d demanded.
Fuck, so hot. He intended to do this justice, despite his hard throbbing cock demanding otherwise.
She unbuttoned his white shirt, slowly one button slip at a time. The she peeled the shirt from him.
Her intake of air told him she was looking at his sculpted chest. Yes, his workouts were paying off like they fucking should.
She reached down and unsnapped his pants.
He winced a bit as she got closer to the throbbing hard on he sported. Fuck, he needed to control himself. Control. He said it like a chant in his mind.
She then knelt at his feet and grabbed his shoe. She took one off then the other.
Jacob waited and did his mental best to keep it together.
Then Lydia rose up, grasped the waist of his pants, and lowered them as she lowered her body, ever so slowly.
Damn it, she was perfect. Obedient as hell. Quiet, shy and sexy. His breathing picked up again. He stepped out of his pants.
Her sweet fingers came up to his boxer briefs. She hesitated now.
He raised a brow. Was she getting cold feet? “Go ahead,” he urged.
Grasping the waist band, she now lowered these over his thighs, then down his legs.
His cock stood straight out. Hard as it had ever been in his recent memory.
Kneeling at his feet with his underwear in her hands her green eyes slowly peered up. She saw the size of him and her eyes widened. “Oh, fuuuckk,” she uttered breathlessly.
He kept himself from grinning. Fuck, is right. “Reach over to my pants into the right pocket.”
Still kneeling at his feet, she remained where she was, as she kept staring at his cock.
“Lydia?” he asked.
This seemed to break her trance as she turned and fished through his pants pocket pulling out a wrapped square.
“Put it on me,” he ordered.
She slowly raised it up and tore the square open.
The sound seemed loud in the quiet of the solarium.
He flinched a bit as her fingers touched the sensitive tip of his cock. He kept himself together as the touch sent electric shocks through his dick. Control, Jacob, maintain it.
She rolled the rubber over his length. Then she let a giggle slip.
He reached down and hefted her up slamming her against his chest. To her lips, he whispered, “Something funny?”
She gulped as the giggle died in her throat. “I-I didn’t think the condom would fit. Jesus, you are a work of god damn art!”
He fought the smile from appearing on his lips. “For a submissive, you sure have a mouth on you,” he challenged.
Her eyes glimmered through the glittery gold mask. “I do get into trouble with it.” She licked her lips.
Jacob leaned closer and took a swipe over her lip with his tongue.
Her body shivered in his grasp.
Good. She was in tune with him, with what he felt too. He lowered them both to the chaise. He hoped it would hold up as he intended to use it well.
Her breathing came in small gasps again, as he raised her up off his lap and held her there. Yes, those weight reps paying off. He peered down at his condom covered cock and yes, it stood straight up waiting for its destination. “Spread yourself.”
She startled at the command and immediately lowered her fingers to move the thong over.
Entranced, he watched in the low light as she spread her pussy lips apart for him. Fuck, what a sweet sight. He lowered her some more and as soon as he felt her fingers leave her folds, he shoved her down. No warning, no easing. He knew she was wet already, as he’d known this for the last ten minutes. He could smell her. Her scent and he planned to taste her too…later. First, his cock demanded this. He raised her up and shoved her down on him again.
Gasping loudly, her entire body shook. “Ohhh…” she breathed out with a helpless whoosh of air.
He smiled and it felt so good to be wrapped in that tight heat. It burned him right through the condom. He then proceeded to fuck her hard, giving her no mercy.
Her cries rang out as he repeated his upward thrust and shoved her down on him. Yes, like a velvet glove she fit him perfectly. He needed to control his urge to come. He wanted to see her fall apart and beg him for release, first.
“Ahh-ah…” Her voice strained.
“You like it?” he asked, shoving her down hard again.
She panted hard as her body arched. “P-please can I come?” she begged.
Fuck, hearing that would be his undoing. Begging, panting, desperation. His body broke out in a sweat. God damned perfect! He rose her up slowly and caught a glimpse of her biting on that sweet lower lip. Fuck, she was so sexy. Where had she been all this time? He lowered her down evenly and succinctly, then thrust his pelvis up hard.
Gasping and trembling badly, she panted for air.
“Come,” he ordered to her lips.
She then jolted, her body almost arching out of his grasp as she leaned back and came hard.
Her pussy gripped him so tightly that he took in a deep breath. Holy fuck! He was going to be undone. He tried to hold it, then he lowered his face to her belly and sucked the taut skin there into his mouth as he came hard with her. He was leaving his mark right over her belly button, he intended for her never to forget this night. He growled low, long and hard as he sucked on her sweet skin. Damn it, it was excruciating heaven. He jutted his pelvis up and grasped her hips pulling her body back up; he wanted to look into her eyes as they came together.
Raising her up and coming in her, he watched as her body rose forward as her mask fell away.
Gasping, her nearly unresponsive fingers tried to catch it and failed as the mask landed on the deck.
Her face came forward right up to his as their lips met. Jacob kissed her hard, taking even more breath from her as he gazed into her eyes. His tongue thrust into the sweet warmth of hers. Her eyes met his and he could see the exhilaration and heat there in her gaze. They came together, joined as their eyes locked.
Glorious, god damn glorious.
They held onto each other for another moment as he eased her away from him. He stared at her face as he felt the last bit of cum release from his cock. “Anna?” He gasped as he held her in a firm grip.
Her expression filled with panic. She reached out and tugged his mask from his face. “Jacob?” she shrieked.
They both froze and stared at each other.
“FUCK!” they both yelled at the same time.