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The Masquerade

I stood there looking at myself in the mirror as I was putting on my makeup. I was not looking forward to this night. Olivia has been talking about this party for weeks now. Apparently, it’s the biggest event in town and she managed to score an invite. I somehow got roped into going with her.

“You need to get out more.” She had said, when I initially declined her invitation to be her plus one.

I prefer to stay at home on my nights off, cuddled by the fire with a good book and a nice glass of wine. I work as a psychologist and after listening to everyone else’s problems all week, I need to take some time for myself on the weekend to unwind.

“This party would be the perfect way to unwind.” She insisted.

I knew she wouldn’t drop the conversation until I agreed to go, so that’s what I did and now here we are.

I can’t remember the last time I went anywhere I actually needed to dress up. If I’m not at work, I’m usually in sweat pants and a t-shirt. Hell, it’s been six months since the last time I went out on a date. Most men these days are egotistical assholes and wouldn’t know how to treat a woman if they tried.

After I made sure my makeup was just right, I walked over to the closet and pulled out the dress I had bought specifically for this night. Personally, I didn’t think I needed to go out and buy a new dress, but of course Olivia thought otherwise. I must admit that I do love the dress and the way it makes me feel when it’s on. It’s short, black, and has a corset top.

I put the dress on as best as I can. Olivia will have to tighten it when she gets here. I slide on the new high-heeled pumps that I bought to wear with the dress. If I was going to buy a new dress, I might as well buy new shoes. I’d also had my hair done earlier this morning. I didn’t trust myself to style it in a way that I actually thought would look good. Normally, I just straighten my hair and call it a day. For this party, however, I wanted it down and in loose curls. I think it turned out nicely.

I grabbed my clutch and purse off the dresser and went downstairs to wait on Olivia to arrive. She was running late, which is not a surprise for her. I don’t think she’s ever been on time for anything in her life. I was sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone, when I heard the knock on my door. I didn’t even have time to answer before she barged in.

“I’m sorry, I’m late.” She said as she walked through the door.

“I need you to lace up my corset.” I didn’t even acknowledge the fact she was late.

At first she laced my corset a little too tight and I had her loosen it some. If I had to go to this party with her, I at least wanted to be able to breathe. After she had it laced to my liking, I turned to face her.

“You look amazing, Julie.” She gushed.

I was a little embarrassed. I’m not used to people giving me compliments, and when they do I usually don’t believe them. I feel like most people give you compliments to be nice and to make you feel good about yourself. I rarely feel that they are sincere.

I wanted to see how I looked for myself so I ran to the guest bathroom to look in the full-length mirror. I turned from side to side, checking my outfit and I have to admit it did look damn good on me. The corset made my waist look small, while at the same time making my breasts look huge. I have never had a problem in that category, but tonight they were really out there. Normally, I would shy away from showing this much skin but tonight I feel sexy and, in a way, that’s liberating. I double-checked my hair and makeup one last time. When I was satisfied with how I looked, I walked back out to the living room. I grabbed my mask off the coffee table.

I turned to Olivia and said, “Let’s get this over with before I chance my mind.”

“That’s not the right attitude to have.” She said as we walked down the sidewalk to the car.

We were taking a cab to the party so neither one of us had to worry about driving home. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out and I fully plan on taking advantage of it. I’m pretty sure Olivia has the same plans. It wouldn’t surprise me if Olivia ends up bringing someone home. I don’t know why she insists I go with her to these random parties. She always finds some stranger, immediately falls for him, and goes home with him at the end of the night. I don’t know why that seems to be her typical routine as she always regrets it the next morning.

I roll my window down a little bit to get some fresh air. I’m starting to feel nauseas and I know it’s because I’m nervous. The air is cool as it hits my face and I immediately start feeling better. I’m thankful that it’s a cool fall night and not a hot summer one. I take in the scenery as we drive. The fall is my favorite time of the year. The leaves are lying on the ground, crunching under the tires as we drive by. All of the pumpkins and fall décor on people’s porches make me feel happy and nostalgic.

“You’re being quiet tonight.” Olivia interrupted my thoughts.

“I’m just a little nervous. You know how I feel about being in uncomfortable situations.”

Part of the reason I became a psychologist was so I wouldn’t have to deal with more than one or two people at a time. Yes, I have anxiety issues. It may seem weird that someone with anxiety issues would become a psychologist to help others with their issues, but I actually think it’s a good fit. I can relate to my clients and no one is perfect. Even therapists have to see therapists from time to time.

“Just relax and try to enjoy the time. Look at the bright side, you get to wear a mask so no one will know who you are.” Olivia was smiling.

“Whose party is this anyway?” I finally ask.

“I’m not exactly sure. I know it’s supposed to be some big business owner. He throws the party every year. It’s the hottest one in the city and it’s an honor to get an invite.”

“How did you get an invite?” I asked jokingly, and curiously.

“Hey, your girl has connections.” We both laughed. “Seriously, I have a friend who goes to this party all the time. They were able to get me an invite.”

Talking to Olivia was really starting to calm my nerves and, before I knew it, we were pulling up to a large house. Before getting out of the car, Olivia and I put on our masks.

“Let’s do this.” Olivia said once we had our masks on.

I nodded.

I carefully climbed out of the car so I didn’t show the world my lady parts. Once I gracefully climbed out of the cab, I took in my surroundings. The party was being held at an enormous house. Or should I say mansion. I have never seen a house that big in my entire life. Six of my houses could probably fit inside of this one. It’s a huge colonial style house with grand pillars along the front. This building looks like it was picked right out of a magazine. There were twinkly lights in the trees. The steps to the house were lined with pumpkins all carved with different faces. There were bales of hay and pumpkins lying around the porch and by the trees. There were also a couple of scarecrows scattered throughout the yard. It was the epitome of fall.

Olivia and I made our way up the stairs and inside the house. The inside was even more impressive than the outside. The first thing I noticed was the grand staircase. It started off as two at the bottom and met at the top. The décor was even more elegant on the inside. They had candles, sunflowers, pumpkins, more twinkly lights, and everything decked out in gold. I walked around for a minute just taking it all in and admiring my surroundings.

I looked at Olivia and she seemed just as impressed as I was.

“We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore.” I joked.

She laughed and grabbed my arm. We walked to the massive ballroom where the guests were gathered. When we walked into the room, there were already tons of people there. Music was playing and people were dancing. They had waiters walking around holding trays of hors d'oeuvres. I made the decision that I was going to take Olivia’s advice. I was going to relax and enjoy the night to the best of my ability.

We walked over to the drink table and poured ourselves a glass. The punch had an orange flavor and there was no hiding the fact that it was spiked. I stood there drinking and watching everyone out on the dance floor. I looked at the various masks that people had chosen to wear tonight. Some were like mine and just covered the eyes. A few people had on masks that covered their whole faces. I did notice a few people who had masks that were on sticks. I felt like that was kind of cheating, because they didn’t have to wear them all the time. The whole point of a masquerade is that your identity is concealed. I think the mask should be work constantly.

I quickly finished my glass of punch and poured myself another. I could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my body and I was starting to loosen up. After I finished my second cup, I was ready to dance. I pulled Olivia with me out to the middle of the dance floor. The music was fast and loud and I wanted to move. I began to dance around and move my hips to the beat. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I felt alive and free. I danced like no one was watching me, as the saying goes. My hands were up in the air and I was laughing. I felt like I was at a party back in college.

We danced for three or four songs straight. By the end of the second song, my feet were starting to hurt and I remembered why I don’t wear high heels that often. I wasn’t going to let my shoes ruin my night and I pushed through the pain. I could doctor my feet when I got home later. After the fourth song, they played a slow number. I was thankful for the change of pace. All of the couples wrapped their arms around each other and held each other close as they danced around the floor. Olivia and I made our way off the dance floor and back to the punch table.

Before Olivia could even take a sip of her drink, a tall man came over and asked if she would like to dance. Her face lit up as she agreed. I had known it was only a matter of time. Guys just seem to flock to Olivia. She took his hand and he led her out to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They were talking and Olivia had a large grin on her face. I smiled when I saw how happy she was. This is the stuff Olivia lives for.

I was standing by the table drinking my punch and trying to cool down. As I was taking a sip of my own punch, I noticed a man staring at me. He was talking to a group of people but his eyes were fixed on me. Immediately, I tense up because I’m not used to this much attention. The first thing I notice about him is his height. He hovers over everyone he is talking to. He has on what looks to be a very expensive suit. It fits him perfectly. It looks like it was tailored to his exact specifications. His mask was black and gold and looked extravagantly expensive. It was very intimidating having him stare at me but, at the same time, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I felt like I was in a daze.

When the slow song went off, Olivia walked over to join me. She startled me when she stood next to me and touched my shoulder. I quickly turned my head to look at her.

“You look like you were having a good time out there.” I observed.

“I was.” She blushed.

Olivia started talking about the guy she was dancing with but I simply zoned her out. I looked over to where the guy had been standing but, to my disappointment, he was no longer there. I felt a pang of disappointment in my stomach and started scanning the room trying to find him. When I couldn’t find him, I tried to shake off the feeling I had when he was staring at me. I can’t even describe what that feeling was.

I tossed back the rest of my punch and made my way out to the dance floor. I had rested enough and wanted to dance. Olivia was by my side and we were dancing together. In the middle of the song, I spot the guy. He is dancing with a tall leggy blond. I should probably say he’s mostly standing there while she’s dancing on him. She has her hands all over him but he doesn’t seem interested. In fact, he seems kind of annoyed with her. She didn’t seem to notice his annoyance or she didn’t care. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

After the next song, my stomach was starting to growl. I remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. If I was going to keep drinking, I needed to have some food in my stomach. The last time I drank and didn’t eat I ended up with one hell of a hangover. I vowed that I would never let that happen again. So far I have kept my word on that. I walked up to one of the girls that were holding a tray. She informed me that she was serving mini crab cakes. My mouth started watering and I grabbed a couple of them. I stuffed one in my mouth and it was like fireworks went off in my mouth. It was the best crab cake I had ever eaten. The sauce that was drizzled on top was so delectable. I let out a loud sigh of appreciation.

“Is it good?” A deep voice asked from behind me.

I turned around to see the mysterious guy standing behind me.

I looked up at him and quickly swallowed the food that was in my mouth. I was embarrassed to be standing there in front of him with my mouth full.

“It’s amazing.” I finally said.

He smiled in amusement.

Now that he was standing in front of me, his height is somewhat intimidating. He hovers over me like a predator checking out his prey. I notice that his eyes are a deep blue color and there is some mystery behind them. He has a strong muscular jaw line. Even though I can’t see his whole face I can tell he is attractive. His hair is a medium brown color and when he bends down to talk to me it slightly falls in front of his face. The way his suit fits him I know he has a nice body under it. His voice is deep, strong and sexy. He seems like the type of guy who easily gets his way.

He was standing there staring at me. I felt so exposed in that moment and I could feel my face getting warm. The way he was looking at me I could tell he had something on his mind but I couldn’t quite figure out what that was. I have never had someone look at me like that and it stirred up feelings down deep in my body that I haven’t felt in a long time.

“Do you want to dance?” He finally asked.

I nodded my assent. At that moment, I don’t know if I could actually get words to form. I felt like all the breath had disappeared from my body. He took my hand and led me to the middle of the dance floor. He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms tight around my waist. It felt like he was claiming me as his. I put my arms on his shoulders and together we swayed to the music.

As we danced, I could feel the heat and passion flowing through him. My heart started beating a little bit faster. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck so I could have him closer to me. I closed my eyes and took in his scent. He smelled like sharp aftershave and the forest. His shoulders were strong and muscular. I opened my eyes and, when I looked up at him, he was looking at me.

“Are you having a good time?” He asked.

“Yes.” I answered in an almost breathy voice.

“Good.” His voice was dark.

He pulled me closer to him. I could feel his body against me. Heat started spreading over my whole body. It’s been a long time since a man has affected me this way. It caught me off guard a little bit. He bent down very close to me.

“You look very sexy.” He whispered in my ear.

My heart began to beat even faster.

“That dress looks amazing on you.”

“Thank you.” I managed to get out.

He had a devilish smile. “I want to see what you have on underneath it.”

My breath caught in my chest as a shiver went through my whole body.

He was looking in my eyes and I think he knew I wanted the same thing he did. I ran my hands up into his hair and gently tugged on it. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. I could feel his body tense against me. Was this really going to happen? I’ve never slept with someone after just meeting them. I don’t even know his name. At this moment, though, I really don’t care what his name is.

We danced for the rest of the song. He held me close and I enjoyed having his body against me. He slowly started rubbing his hand up and down my back. Before I knew what was happening he slid his hand further down my back until it rested on my ass. It took me by surprise and I jumped. I saw the smile cross his face and I knew that was part of the plan. I didn’t ask him to move it, so for the rest of the song he kept it there.

When the song ended, I pulled away from and started to walk off the dance floor. I assumed that was the end of our interaction. Based on what I’ve seen tonight, he doesn’t dance with a girl more than once. I was caught off guard by him grabbing my arm before I could walk away. I quickly turned to face him. He leaned down so close I could feel his breath against me.

“Do you want to go somewhere a little quieter?” He whispered in my ear.

“Yes.” I wasn’t even sure if I said it loud enough for him to hear.

He took my hand and led me across the dance floor. I looked back to see if I could spot Olivia. It’s not like me to go off with a stranger, so I know if she looks for me and can’t find me she will be worried. I spotted her in the corner of the room still dancing with the same guy from earlier. He was spinning her around and laughing. Right now, I doubt she even remembers that I’m here.

I turned my attention back to the guy in front of me, whose name I still didn’t know. He led me out of the ballroom, down the hall, and up the grand staircase. This house is absolutely breathtaking. He leads me to a door at the end of a long hallway. He opens the door and stands to the side so I can enter. I hesitate at first questioning whether or not I think I can trust him. I figure there are enough people in the house that he probably wouldn’t try anything stupid. I enter the room and immediately begin to look around.

The room is dark and I can’t see anything. The only thing I can really make out is a bed so I walk towards it. He walks in and shuts the door behind. I slightly jump when I hear the door shut. I don’t know why, but being here alone with him has me a little on edge. I feel like all of my senses are heightened and I’m suddenly aware that it’s just the two of us in the room. I hear him moving around and suddenly a chandelier overhead comes on, casting a low glow over the room. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the sudden light.

He made his way over to where I was standing and stood behind me. He put his chest up against my back and had his hand splayed over my stomach. He placed his nose in my hair and breathed in my scent. I leaned closer to him and tilted my head to the side allowing him to have full access to my neck. He began tracing kissing from my jaw line all the way down to the exposed skin on my neck.

“Mmm.” His lips against my skin felt incredible.

I felt his hand tug on the string to my corset. He slowly untied it and then loosened it just enough for it to slightly fall to my waist exposing my breasts. With him still behind me, he reached one hand around and began fondling my breast. He would squeeze it and then smack it. He began pinching and pulling on my nipple. He had his other hand intertwined in my hair keeping my head tilted at the side as he continued to kiss my neck. Once he was done torturing one nipple, he moved to the other. It felt so good I let out a moan. I could feel his member harden as it dug into my back.

He loosened my corset the rest of the way and my dress fell down around my feet. I stepped out of it and tossed my shoes to the side. I was standing there in front of him wearing nothing but my underwear. I felt very exposed. He took his suit jacket off and laid it on a chair in the corner of the room. He then began to slowly unbutton his shirt keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He took his shirt off and laid it on top of his jacket. His body was incredibly lithe. His abs are perfect and I want to run my tongue over them. I bite my lip in appreciation.

I walk over to him and place my hand on his chest. He bends down and kisses me on the lips. The kiss is slow at first, but then he pulls me closer and kisses me hard. His tongue enters my mouth and mine starts to dance with his. I slid my hands up the back of his neck into his hair. I grab a fistful of hair and gently tug. He lets out a groan. As he kisses me, I run my hand down his chest and past his stomach until I reach the waistband of his pants. I run one finger underneath the waistband and his body stiffens at my touch. I slide my hand down even further and I take his length in my hand. Through his pants I can fill how hard he is and I immediately want to know what he would feel like inside of me. He thrusts his hips into my hand.

I kiss down his chest licking his nipple as I go. I look up at him and he’s looking down at me. Knowing he’s watching me turns me on more. I quickly unbutton his pants. I places kisses along his waistband. His hands are wrapped in my hair. I unzip his pants and place my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and push them both to the ground. His member is now exposed and staring me in the face. I hold it in my hand and lick up one side of him. I use my tongue to make circles on the tip before placing him in my mouth.

Once he’s in my mouth, I hear him let out a deep moan. I start off slow, teasing him with my tongue as I go. I love knowing I have this effect on him. I begin going faster taking him in deeper and deeper as I go. He has his hands on the back of my head guiding me along the way. His breathing is getting faster and his body begins to tense.

“I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to, you better stop now.” He says.

I want to taste him so I keep going. I go faster and faster. I hear him let out a deep moan and I taste his saltiness in my mouth. I quickly swallow. Knowing I made him come undone like that makes me want him even more. I immediately stand and he kisses me hard. He pushes me back and I fall on the bed. I watch as he takes his shoes and then socks off and tosses them to the side. He then steps out of his pants and he’s standing in front of me completely naked. I sigh in appreciation of his body.

He climbs on top of me and kisses me once more. He then makes a trail of kisses down my jaw line to my neck and then to my chest. He goes from one breast to the other licking and biting each of my nipples. I moan and my hips rise in response. I want him inside of me. He had other plans. He continued leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach until he reached my panties. He gave me slight kisses on my pubic area through my panties. He kissed down my inner thigh slightly nipping as he went. When he came back up my thigh, he pushed my panties to the side and I felt his tongue on my clit.

Pleasure was taking over my brain and I couldn’t think about anything else. He was using his tongue to slowly flick my clit and then he would go in fast circles. He then started sucking and I thought I was going to come right then. He stopped and I looked at him. He was looking at me and he smiled. He started sliding my panties down my legs and I laid my head back down. He slowly slid his hands back up my thighs and my legs parted in response. He slowly entered one finger inside of me and started moving it in and out.

“Oh.” I moaned. “I want to feel you inside me.” I begged.

“Be patient.” He instructed.

He then inserted a second finger. He started going faster and faster. I started moving my hips to keep up with his rhythm. I then felt his tongue making circles on my clit again. That was all I needed to finally come undone. My body began to jerk and I came hard.

I heard him groan and before I had even come back down to earth he was on top of me using his knee to spread my legs. In one quick motion he was inside of me.

“Ah.” I groaned in response.

He felt so good. He paused for a second. I looked up at him and he was staring at me. I started moving my hips letting him know what I wanted. He smiled and kissed me. I was starting to get impatient. Finally, he started moving. He started at a slow pace and I could feel every inch of him as he went in and out, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust. He started going faster and I could feel my orgasm building again. With his next thrust, my body started jerking and I came around him. As soon as I came, I could feel him tense and he came inside of me.

He lowered himself down on top of me trying to catch his breath. After a beat, he eased himself out of me and then gently rolled to my side. We were both laying there breathing heavy, sweaty, and fully sated. At least I was. I was hoping he was too. I rolled towards him and placed my head on his chest. I started rubbing his chest with my pointer finger.

“That was incredible.” I finally said.

He didn’t say anything at first and I was afraid that he didn’t feel the same. After another minute or two, he pushed his way out from underneath me and sat up on the side of the bed.

“We should get back to the party.”

I sat up and wrapped the covers around myself. What was going on? Did he not enjoy his time with me? He has barely said two words to me all night. Was this his plan all along? He finds some lonely girl, woos her, has sex with her and then leaves without saying anything else? There’s nothing I can do about it now because apparently I gave him exactly what he wanted. How could I have been so stupid?

I climbed out of bed and was a little wobbly on my legs. I didn’t realize how much energy I had used until that moment. I feel like I could climb into bed and sleep for days. I went around to the side of the bed and picked up my panties off the floor and slid them on. I grabbed my dress off the chair and climbed into it. The man helped me tie up the corset. I realized we were both still wearing out masks so I truly had no idea what he looks like. After I had my shoes back on, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

I wanted to say no. “Yes.”

He opened the door and I followed him down the hallway and to the grand staircase. I didn’t hear as many voices coming from downstairs so I assumed people were already starting to leave. I followed him down the stairs holding on to the railing as I went. These stairs are already killer in heels, but add shaky legs on top of that and I’m surprised I didn’t fall down them. We walked to the ballroom door and, as I expected, there wasn’t nearly as many people in there as before. I looked around to see if I could find Olivia, but she was nowhere to be found. I grabbed my clutch off the table and when I checked my phone, I had a text telling me not to worry that she went home with someone.

“Typical Olivia.” I said out loud mostly to myself.

I started turning towards where the gentleman had been standing.

“By the way, I still don’t know your name.”

When I was completely turned in the direction he was standing, he was no longer standing there. I looked around the room but I didn’t see him anywhere. I walked back out of the ballroom and looked down either hall. I didn’t see him anywhere.

“What the hell?”

I needed to get out of there and get some sleep. I called the cab company to arrange a ride home, and then went outside to sit on the steps to wait on them. I rested my back against one of the pillars. The cool fall air felt good against my skin. There weren’t any clouds in the sky so I could see all of the stars twinkle above. The mood was big, bright, and round. I took a deep breath and was rewarded with the smell of autumn. The first thing that hit my nostrils was the coolness of the air. Somewhere in the distance, someone must have been burning a woodstove because I could smell it. There is something nostalgic about a wood burning stove to me. It takes me back to my grandparent’s house, when I was a child. They used a wood-burning stove all the time. I smile at the memory

The cab arrived a little while later. The cab ride home was quiet and dark. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I laid my head against the window so I could feel the coolness against my face. I start thinking back to the party and the man I met. I was a little embarrassed that I allowed myself to be seduced by a complete stranger. Not only did I allow him to seduce me, I still have no idea what his name is or what he even looks like under the mask. I laugh to myself thinking about all the times I scolded Olivia.

“How could you have sex with him? You don’t even know him.” I would always say to her.

I have never had sex with a man that I wasn’t dating before. Even when I am dating them, it’s been several dates in before I agree to have sex with them. I always felt like sex was supposed to be shared between two people who care for each other. Tonight, I let all of that go out the window. What was it about him that made me want him so much? Was it the mystery behind his eyes? Maybe it was the way he looked at me? Even now, just thinking about him, my body started aching for him. I shifted a little in my seat.

I was thankful when I finally arrived home. I really just wanted this night to be over. As soon as I shut and locked my front door, I kicked off my shoes. I sat down on the couch and rubbed my feet for a second. I hate wearing heels. I started the climb up the stairs.

“Ow.” I said with each step. Every time my foot touched the step it felt like little pins were pricking me.

When I got to my room, I pulled the tie on the back of my corset. I was able to loosen it enough so that I could slide my dress off. I tossed it on the bed and then took a deep breath. I was glad to get that thing off. I looked in my mirror and I had marks on both of my sides from where the corset had been. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought about the stranger and the way it felt having his lips on my body.

I ran my hands slowly down the front of my body remembering every place he left kisses. I ran my hands over my boobs and gently squeezed my nipples like he had done with his teeth. I bit my lip in response to the sensation. I closed my eyes and kept running my hands further down my body. I slowly ran my hand down my inner thigh. As I came back up, I came up the front of my underwear. I felt shivers go down my spine. Parts of me stirred in anticipation. I didn’t want to go there right now. My body was still trying to recover from earlier. I snapped myself out of the daze I was in. I slid off my panties and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before bed.

The hot water pricked at my skin as it ran down my body. It felt so good against my sore muscles. I put body wash on my washcloth and began rubbing it across my body. I don’t know what it was about that night but every touch had my body wanting more. Then it hit me. Maybe that was the man’s plan all along. He likes giving women just enough to make them want more. They are left thinking about him, wondering who he is, and longing to have him touch them one more time. Is that even a possibility? Could I be with him again? I shook my head. Of course that’s not possible. I don’t know who he is. I have no way of finding out who he is. I let the thought leave my mind and tried to enjoy the rest of the shower.

After I got out of the shower, I quickly dried off and put on a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt. I brushed my air and left it to air dry. When I looked back in the mirror, I felt like Cinderella after she changed back after midnight. This is who I am. Not the girl who gets dressed up and goes to fancy parties. I grabbed my book off the dresser and climbed into bed. I pulled my comforter over me and settled in. I must have read for about thirty minutes or so before I fell asleep.

His blue eyes were fixed on me holding my gaze. His devilish smile sending waves of electricity through my body. He pulled me close to him and suddenly his lips were claiming mine. His tongue forced it’s way into my mouth and before I knew it I was kissing him back. He had me pushed up against the wall. I could feel it hard and cool in my back. The sensation felt so good that I let out a light moan. He was kissing my neck and I felt his teeth slightly graze my skin. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him closer to me. I could feel his erection against my lower stomach.

He ran his hands up my thighs until he reached my panties. In one swift motion he ripped them off and tossed them to the side. My body ached for him. I needed to feel him inside me, stretching me. His lips were back on mine and I liked the taste of him. I reached down and undid his zipper freeing his erection. He put his hand under my thigh and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around my waist and he entered me. I gasped as he entered me. It was exactly what I needed. With every thrust I felt him go deeper and deeper. I tipped my head back in pleasure and he kissed my throat.

“Oh. This feels so good.” I moaned.

At the sound of my approval, he let out a deep groan.

I opened my eyes and we were in the middle of the ballroom. We were still at the party. People were standing around gaping at us.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He instructed.

I did as I was told. I looked him in the eyes and I felt safe. He grinned at me. Suddenly, I didn’t care we were in the middle of a crowded room. In fact, knowing people were watching made the experience much more pleasurable. I felt my orgasm starting to build. It kept coming on strong. My body began to shake and I came hard.

“Ahh.” He said as he came inside me.

He rested his forehead against me and gave me a kiss.

He pulled out of me and sat me on the ground. I looked down at my dress and straightened it out. I turned to face him but the room was dark. There was no one around just me standing there alone.

“Hello?” I asked, but no one answered me.

My breathing began to quicken and I started to run. Everything was dark. I couldn’t see anything.

My eyes darted open and I looked up at the ceiling. I sat up in bed and surveyed the room. I turned on my lamp so I could get a better look.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked myself.

I was sweating and trying to catch my breath. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My covers were lying in the floor. It was just a dream I told myself. It felt so real. That was the most vivid dream that I’ve ever had. I pulled my covers back on the bed and lay down. When my breathing had returned to normal and I felt it was safe to close my eyes, I reached over and turned off my lamp. I closed my eyes and quickly fell back to sleep.

The sun was shining in my eyes when I woke up the next morning. I groaned and rolled over in bed. I wasn’t ready to be awake. I’m not one to normally sleep in but, after the night I had, I needed sleep. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to go back to sleep. It was pointless. I was already awake so there was no going back to sleep.

“Ugh.” I said as I pushed the covers off.

When my feet hit the floor and I stood, I felt very stiff. I put my hands up in the air and stretched. My muscles pulled and were sore but the stretch felt good. I leaned forward and put my hands on the ground in front of me to stretch out my back.

“That was just what I needed.”

I went downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee. I checked my phone and I had a text from Olivia saying she would be over soon. She gave me her keys to hold last night and she needed to come get them. I forgot that she went home with someone else. She must have spent the night with him. I sent a text telling her I was up if she wanted to come by.

About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I opened it still holding my coffee cup in one hand and my phone in the other. Olivia was still wearing her dress from the night before.

“You look like hell.” She told me as she walked in.

I was wearing my sweats and t-shirt and I still hadn’t taken the time to brush my hair that morning.

“Says the girl who’s still wearing her dress from last night.”

I shut the door and we walked further in my house.

We went to the kitchen and she poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a sip.

“Mmm. This is good.” She said. “Did you enjoy the party?” She looked at me trying to study my expression.

“Mhm. It was fun.” I left it at that. I didn’t want to tell her about my bizarre experience.

I excused myself from the kitchen so I could go get her keys. I’m sure Olivia noticed I disappeared with Mr. Mysterious, but she didn’t need to know all of the details. I didn’t ask her about all of her one-night stands and she didn’t need to know anything about mine. There are just some things a girl needs to keep to herself.

I ran upstairs to my room to get her keys out of my clutch. I opened my clutch to get her keys out. When I did I noticed there was something lying underneath them. It was a business card. I didn’t notice that in there last night. Then again, I was so drunk and tired I probably wouldn’t have noticed it. I examined the business card.

Ryan Thompson

CEO, Thompson Technology

Could this be the guy from last night? Did he put that in my purse? If so, when did he do that? I grabbed the business card and Olivia’s keys and went back downstairs. I handed her the keys and looked at the card nervously.

“Do you know who Ryan Thompson is?” I finally asked her.

“Everyone knows who Ryan Thompson is. He is the richest guy in the city. He owns some technology company.”

“Hmm. For some reason, I have never heard of him.”

“That’s because you live under a rock.”

I rolled my eyes at her.

“He’s the one who threw the party last night.” She added.

“Was that his house?” I asked.

“I think so.”

I pulled out my phone and entered Ryan Thompson into the Google search bar. His picture was the first thing that popped up. He is gorgeous. I looked more closely at his picture. I would recognize those dark mysterious eyes and that jaw line anywhere. He was the guy from last night. I slept with Ryan Thompson, the richest guy in the city. That was his house.

Holy Shit!

I didn’t say anything to Olivia. This was information I wanted to keep to myself. I looked at the business card that was in my hand. Then the thought hit me. He put the card in your purse. He wanted you to know who he was.

A wide smile crept across my face.

I could see him again.

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