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Or worse, was I wishing for him?
The party was busy and exhausting. The mansion was packed with everyone from music industry professionals, to fans to family members. Tommy grew steadily more drunk as the hours passed, leaving me to try to put out all the fires he left behind after running his mouth. Sometimes I wondered how his bandmates even put up with him. He was a liability to them all. It seems his pretty voice and bad boy vibes forgave a lot more in the rock scene than they would anywhere else.
Hell, they'd suckered me in.
Tommy finally passed out on a couch in the hall way shortly before midnight, leaving me to catch my breath at last. His chest rose steadily as I watched him sleeping. Had he meant what he said? Would he really never let me go? If I broke up with him, he could have another girlfriend in a matter of minutes. He'd never let on that he was overly concerned with our relationship, what had changed?
The artwork on the walls distracted me as I made my way away from the din of the party in search of somewhere quiet to escape to for a few moments. Running a finger over one of the large, gilt picture frames, I thought I saw something move in the reflective glass that covered the picture. I turned, but there was no-one else in the long corridor but myself. My pulse quickened as I walked quicker, trying locked door after locked door until at last, one opened upon my insistent tugging on the handle.
Shoving the door, I took a last look down the corridor, but saw nothing. The room held a powder room, with a toilet beyond. The first door didn't have a lock, but the inner room with the toilet did. I shut myself in and slid the bolt behind me, catching my breath as I leaned back against the old wooden door. Heat spiked in my veins as adrenaline leaked through me, the thought of being followed by the masked man with the tongue that drove me wild was as thrilling as it was terrifying. Dicing with danger was leaving me feeling reckless, but excited. Alive. Like I wasn't just arm candy for my rock star boyfriend, or my crime boss brother's little sister.
Him watching me made me feel real. Significant.
I waited a few minutes before giving in and having a wee, while ordering myself an Uber home. It would take twenty minutes to arrive, but I'd rather that than end up having to take Tommy home to my house drunk. Maeve had asked me to attend the wake after her father's funeral the next day, and I wanted to be there for her. Tommy could crash at Evan's.
After flushing the toilet, I stepped out into the outer chamber of the room and made my way to the sink, washing my hands. When I looked up, I saw it. A wet heart smeared into the mirror. I jumped back from the running water and looked around the room. It was empty. But, he'd been there. He had to have been. I pulled the door to the corridor open, but it remained as empty as it had been prior.
I closed the door and went back to the sink, drying my shaking hands as I picked up my bag. I needed to get back to the party, to the safety of people.
The heart drew me to it in the mirror, my face staring back at me through the wet streaks of the heart. What was it? Saliva?
Heat flooded me as the reminder of where his saliva had been last when he was lost between my thighs, when he'd driven me wild with his dirty words. Fuck, I'd wanted more. I'd wanted to beg him to fuck me right there next to Tommy, to fill me up until I couldn't even think straight anymore. Until there was nothing in my mind but pure pleasure.
I pressed a palm against the heart and leaned my head against the mirror, my face right next to whatever he'd left there for me. Before I'd thought better of it, I pulled my dress up over my hips and slid a hand into my knickers, finding that part of me that I'd ignored since inviting the masked man into my room.
A whimper escaped my lips as I pressed my fingers against myself, grinding against them with need. My breath fogged the mirror as I fingered myself roughly, imagining it was the masked man. He'd press me against the mirror and call me a little slut for touching myself while thinking of him. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as I rocked my hips, needing more than my hand could provide.
My thighs crashed against the counter as I writhed, giving into the lust that overrode my senses, closing my eyes as I slid my other hand through his spit. I pushed the spit covered fingers inside myself in a moment of madness, crying out at the memories of his tongue. My face smeared against the mirror as my thighs trembled, the pressure between my thighs increasing with every thrust of my spit coated fingers.
It was dirty. Filthy. And I was so incredibly turned on that I didn't care.
I opened my eyes briefly, my face still pressed against the wet mirror. I screamed when I saw his masked face in the reflection, dropping my hands and trying to cover myself.
'Keep going, Katie,' he said, his deep voice dripping with lust. 'Fuck yourself for me.'
'What are you doing here?' I gasped, my stomach in my mouth as I stumbled backward.
'Watching you touch yourself with my spit like a dirty little whore. Now bend back over the sink and finish the show.'
I glanced at my bag, knowing my phone was inside. If I could grab it and make it to the toilet, I could lock myself in and call someone.
He followed my gaze and tipped his concealed face. 'Do you want me to leave Katie? Or do you want to show me what a good slut you can be for me?'
'I'm not a slut,' I said softly.
'It's not a bad thing. You will absolutely be a slut for me. I'll make you beg to be treated like one. And you'll be perfect.'
'What if I don't want to?'
'You do want to Katie. I see you. I see that you enjoy this. But you need a man who can show you that you can be worthy and magnificent even while you are on your knees, crawling and begging to be filled with cock. That you can be treasured outside of the bedroom while you are spat on and degraded in it.'
I didn't want that. I wanted to be loved. But my pussy said otherwise, the traitorous bitch wetting afresh at his deviant words. The thought of dropping to my knees and crawling to him gave me a heady rush.
'Now stop your arguing and bend over the counter like a good girl. Get your fingers back into that wet cunt before I find something else to fill it.'
Taking a steadying breath, I did as he told me. My cheeks flushed pink in the reflection as he stood behind me, far enough away that I could see his body from the knees up as I stared at the mirror. He groaned when I pulled up my dress and lowered my underwear, exposing myself to him. The noise he made making my knees weaken. I closed my eyes as I threaded a hand through my legs, sinking my fingers into myself to the knuckles.
'Eyes on me, Katie.' I snapped them to him in the mirror, gasping as he undid his trousers, taking out a thick dick topped with glinting metal. My fingers stilled as I watched him stroke his shaft, his gloved hand slipping over the glistening tip. It was mesmerising watching him, and that same fearful thrill shot into me. Within a few steps he could pin me to the counter and be inside me. Could I trust him to hold back? Did I even want him to.
