Page 41 of Promise of Punishment

I want to ask where we are going, but I’m behind him, and he’s so tall he wouldn’t hear me unless my mouth was near his ear. I stumble trying to keep up with his long strides and tighten my grip on his hand to keep from falling. He stops, and his serpent mask turns to me, his eyes shielded by mesh.

“Come here.” I have to read his lips to know what he’s saying. I walk to him. He steps behind me and plants his hands on my waist before whispering in my ear, “Walk to the exit.”

I do, in front of him now, guiding the way as he keeps his big body tucked close behind me, matching my short steps. It must be annoying for him.

The crowd parts for us as if they know to move out of the way. Nefertiti turns and sees us. Her mouth curves with a frown of disappointment, but she’s quick to look away.

She’s with the Lord in the wolf mask still and one wearing a bear mask. I hope she’s not mad that I’m with a Lord. She didn’t seem to mind if staff hooked up with anyone during my orientation. Is it because of the serpent mask? Is this the Lord she’s often with? Why was he wearing a wolf last night then? The games and disguises are frustrating in a way I didn’t expect.

Finally, we make it out of the room. Instead of moving away from me, the Lord hooks his arm under my knees and scoops me up like I’m his bride.

A squeal slips out, and I hook my arm around his neck, higher than I’ve ever been. This man is a giant compared to me.

“You’re very tall.” My gaze locks onto his mask, straining to see his eyes in the brighter hallway, but they remain hidden.

“Everyone is tall compared to you.” He jerks right into a dark alcove and pushes the wall. It opens—a hidden door—and we walk into a barely lit stone corridor. “You think I’m a good kisser?” he asks in his Scottish accent.

“Phenomenal. I haven’t kissed many guys though. But after kissing you, I don’t know if anyone else would be worth it.”

My back hits the stone wall, and my hands are pinned above my head. The Lord has my legs wrapped around his waist, his body supporting mine, his cock pressed against my clit in the best way. I don’t know how he arranged us like this in an instant.

“I don’t want to hear about you kissing other men.” He rips my mask off and grinds his hard length against me.

It feels so amazing, I let out a small moan.

“Such a responsive little vixen. I bet I could make you come like this.” He rolls his hips, sending his cock up and down, rubbing my increasingly wet core, and hitting my clit with each thrust. I don’t know if it’s his mask, the promise of what I know will be incredible, or the sheer chemistry between us that makes me so hot, but I’ve never known desire like this. I want this man inside me. I want sex, and I want another orgasm. My second.

“Please do.” I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip, focused on the sensations in my lower half and the greedy need consuming me.

He rubs against me and kisses my neck, his hand caressing my ass.

“I want more, so much more.”

“What more do you want?” he asks, and I exhale a shocked breath, unaware I’d said that out loud.

If this were a date or in a well-lit room, I might not be as free as I am with this masked Lord, but the darkness, secrecy, and disguises give me a confidence that allows me to be open.

My head rests against the wall, my lips parted with my racing breath. “I want your mouth on mine, and my body, my breasts. I want to feel you everywhere.”

“So bloody sweet.” He covers my mouth with his and rolls his tongue with mine in ways that heat my body more. One hand climbs to my breast and caresses, his thumb brushing my hardened nipple. His hand is so big my breast must feel small to him, but I don’t care. I love it too much to give it more thought.

“Is this the ‘more’ you wanted, little angel?” His cock rubs my clit again, and I’m gone, crying to the heavens, the sound echoing in the corridor.

Wes

I swore to myself no kissing on the mouth this time. I’d broken that rule, and I wanted to distance myself from more intimacy with Fable, but then she confessed her needs, and I lost it. Nothing tastes as good as she does. Her tongue has the same cherry Coke flavor as last night. But it’s more than that. Those plump lips of hers call to me and feel like a dream against mine. Her entire body does. She’s sweet, honest, brave, strong, a savior, and under my skin so fucking deep it makes me weak.

“I love when you come,” I confess and almost forget to sound Scottish. “You glow. I’ve never seen anything like it.” I hate staring at her through this damn mask.

“I glow?” She brushes away stray bangs that escaped from her wig, looking gorgeous in her disheveled state.

“You orgasm with your entire body and you’re not quiet about it—not that I’m complaining.” Slowly, I lower her to her feet.

She pulls down her skirt. “And that’s glowing to you?”

“No.” I brush her warm cheek with the backs of my fingers. “After you come, your skin brightens and glistens like you’re glowing.”

Her cheeks darken to a red shade like the walls in the Crimson Chamber.