
Hidden Desires
Lily has to admit she's desperate. She's in New Orleans on a two-week vacation, she made the trip especially for Mardi Gras, and she doesn't have a mask. Everything she's found seems wrong.
As a last-ditch effort, she enters a small shop and finds the perfect mask...until it shows her visions of herself getting ravished by a masked highwayman. When that highwayman turns up at the Mardi Gras bash, she knows the chemistry between them could only lead to one place.
The only thing that remains hidden between them is their true desires.
Publisher's Note: Originally published in the Behind the Mask anthology.
An Ellora's Cave Romantica Publication
Hidden Desires
ISBN 9781419925788
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Electronic book publication 2005
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Hidden Desires
Elizabeth Lapthorne
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Ah yes. My favorite time of all the year. The Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday. The carnival to end them all. What self-respecting mask doesn't just live to enjoy the biggest bash, the grandest carnival of them all?
I shudder to think just how many of these I have seen over the years. In fact, if I cast my mind back far enough, I can recall the very first one of all. All those delicious Femmes Françoise, the dapper young men so eager to eat, drink and be extremely merry. It is so much fun being able to see the true person underneath all the exterior maskings when I am worn---and even better is when I am worn by a truly intriguing woman and can set her up with her soul partner. Yes, those are definitely the best of times.
Yet this year I seem to be all dressed up with no one to take me! With only twenty-four hours to go until the Big Start, I might have to get out of this dive and entice some fair damsel into rescuing me.
Aha! Here we go. Tall, but not too tall, lovely legs and firm rounded breasts---exactly what I want in a woman upon whom I must be placed. Short blonde hair pulled casually back into a ponytail but wisps are falling out around her face. She must have had a tough day. She appears to have entered and not fully realized just what sort of shop this is. Brilliant. A definite dame, worthy of such a mask as I. That extra sparkle in her eyes really draws to my inner soul.
She's looking for something and I bet I'm it. Yep, here she comes. Her eyes are roving, searching. She's obviously no green young girl, despite her youthful appearance; she's going straight past the dross and to the gold---me that is! You little beauty. Yep, she's seen me and now all I need to make this a truly memorable carnival is for her to try me on.
Oh fantastic. She's got guts, this one; she's taking the plunge.
Ah! How I have missed the carnival season. If she's lucky I might even let her wear me after I've done my business and found her soul partner for her. It's felt so long since last year...
Here we go again!
\*
Lily had no idea what made her enter the tiny, darkly lit secondhand store---obviously some imp of mischief. She had spent the entire day roaming the streets, looking for the perfect mask. She had left shop after shop, always disappointed. As the day had worn on and her spirits had flagged, the shops she graced became seedier and seedier. Her footsteps became heavier and her frustration grew.
Nothing seemed to please her! She began to wish she had created her own mask. Everything was the wrong color, too gaudy, not sparkly enough, too depressing, too short or too long. She felt like the biggest cretin on earth as dusk drew and she became truly desperate.
Finally, a block from her hotel, she saw a chink of light coming from a shop with a wooden doorframe and chipped painted sign claiming "Ye Olde Store". Heaving a sigh, she weighed in her mind the option of trudging through another store versus removing her shoes and massaging her aching feet.
Even though the temptation to ignore the small store was great, she mentally shrugged her shoulders and, thinking of the not particularly appetizing frozen sausage rolls waiting for her in her hotel mini-freezer, she trudged across the street, automatically dodging the early-evening traffic.
Pushing open the door while still managing to juggle the few shopping bags of junk she had managed to find, she heard a bell tinkle overhead. Pausing inside, looking around, squinting to try and see in the dim inner light, Lily felt almost disorientd for a moment.
"Look around, take your time, dear," a cheerful call came from the back. Mentally shrugging, Lily began to cruise along the aisles. Taking everything in at a glance, she realized it was a rather decrepit resale store. As she only had minutes to travel to the hotel, she figured, why not look around?
Her eye became caught as she saw a bunch of old paperbacks on a bookshelf. Smiling to herself, hoping maybe the day wouldn't be such a waste if she found a good old romance novel, Lily shuffled over to the bookshelf, trying not to knock anything over in the process.
Lily carefully placed her shopping bags between her feet, angling them so she could reach most of the bookshelves without having to move and possibly forget her bags. Casting her eye professionally over the authors' names, ignoring the covers and most of the titles as any experienced book scrounger would, she felt her breath catch as the reflected sparkle of a bead caught her eye.
There, wedged half behind a stack of old tattered romance novels, was a satiny, deep navy blue beaded three-quarter facemask.
Her heart pounding, half afraid she was dreaming or had hit her head and was fantasizing, Lily reached back to grasp the delicate fabric and remove the old mask.
Oh man, it's almost exactly what I've been searching for all day.
Taking deep breaths, hoping not to hyperventilate in her excitement, Lily turned the mask over, determined to find what was wrong with it.
The mask would cover the top of her head, down to just below her nose and above her mouth. The perfect dark navy blue, it would match her costume as exactly as she could have hoped. With wide eyeholes, so she wouldn't have to scrunch her face up to see, the sequins and beads sewn into the face would gaily reflect the lights and colors of the carnival. It was sophisticated and elegant, yet still bright and fun.
Absolutely perfect, she thought, amazed she could find something so perfect so close to her hotel. With growing excitement, Lily turned the mask over and brought it to her face.
Slipping it on, she could almost believe she felt the mask itself grow with excitement. The mask slid on perfectly, as if it had been made for her, and settled upon her face as if they were meant to be.
She closed her eyes in the blissful satisfaction a shopaholic such as herself always found with the perfect item.
As she closed her eyes to adjust to the lack of light, she relaxed and breathed a huge sigh of relief. The strangest vision entered her mind.
She saw herself, in her blue beaded Regency-style dress, masked, out in a garden somewhere. She was laughing and being chased by a black masked and caped man with a tricorn. She dodged between trees, laughing and calling out to the man. Suddenly, he pounced on her around the tree. Grabbed by her arm, she squealed half in fright, half in delight. When he pulled her down on top of him on the grass, her legs trapped between his, she felt her heartbeat accelerate. He held both her hands in his and rolled them both, so she lay beneath him. Without removing either of their masks he bent his head and kissed her.
Lily blinked in a dazed manner totally unlike her. She felt as if she were waking from a dream instead of merely opening her eyes. Surprised to still find herself in the shop, rather than in a garden somewhere underneath a masked man, she took a deep breath.
"Lovely old mask, isn't it dear?" came a friendly old voice from behind her.
"Uh..." stammered Lily, removing it hastily and trying to grope for her shopping bags with her other hand.
"A dear old friend of mine brought that in. Said she had no more use for it. Boasted all her grandkids were happily married and she herself had met the man of her dreams on a cruise just six months ago. Tempted me to try it myself, but my old Mortimer would never want to go on one of those fancy cruises. You been looking for a mask for the carnival tomorrow, dear?" Lily opened her mouth to say she had but the old lady continued on as if she had already agreed. "Of course you have. You look to have been doing it all day, too. You look plumb worn-out, dear. You visiting for the big bash?"
Lily merely nodded, not wanting to interrupt the flow of conversation.
"That's just fine. This old mask match your dress, does it? You're rather lucky to have found him. I was toying with the idea of keeping him myself, but got distracted by my book collection. Didn't realize I had left him there." Reaching her hand out, Lily gave the mask to the old lady, amused by her candid chatter, but still a little off balance by the vision she had seen. Did the mask give visions? Or aid clairvoyance or something? Maybe she was just exceedingly tired and had dozed off for the moment?
Tired and hungry as she was, all Lily wanted to do was head home and put the mask back on to test it out again.
"How much is it?"
Following the old woman as she shuffled to the ancient cash register on the crammed desk by the front door, Lily pulled her thin wallet from the back pocket of her jeans. Juggling her shopping bags, she managed to retain hold of everything.
"Hmm...well, as this was a gift from Mavis, I really shouldn't charge you too much at all. How's five dollars sound, dear?"
Lily smiled. Even with the glint in the old lady's eye, she knew the mask was a steal for such a small sum.
"Done," she laughed, handing over the bill and waiting for the decrepit register to spit out her receipt.
Lily waited patiently as the old lady carefully placed the gorgeous mask with her receipt in a white shopping bag and handed it over. Thanking the lady profusely, Lily headed out of the shop, smiling at the tinkling of the bell.
Walking quickly back to the hotel, very excited to have finally found her mask, she kept her head bent low, not wanting anything to come between her and the privacy of her room where she could once more put the mask on.
Looking carefully for a break in the oncoming traffic, she jaywalked to reach a short side street she had discovered earlier in the morning. Cutting across a number of blocks to speed herself up, it only took her a few minutes to finally reach her destination.
Smiling politely and waving at the concierge, a thin red-haired young man named Lee, she hustled her tired body to the lifts. Tapping an impatient foot, she felt an overwhelming relief when a set of elevator doors opened immediately and proceeded to carry her up to her floor.
Grateful to have the elevator to herself, she rustled around in the bags, peering inside the one holding her mask. Interrupted by the ding of the doors opening, she sighed in resignation and almost sprinted in eagerness to her door.
Juggling for her keycard, grateful she had kept it in her back pocket and not in a bag somewhere, she entered her small room, finally able to lock the door and the rest of the world out behind her.
Lily dropped all her other bags carelessly on the floor, kicked off her sneakers and, carrying the beautifully beaded blue satin mask with her, sat comfortably on the couch.
Holding her breath, half afraid nothing would happen, Lily put the mask back on. The rest of the world receded as her eyes closed once again.
This time she was thrown back into the dream-vision picking it up almost to the second of where she had left it.
The man in the mask and tricorn held her underneath him and he kissed her fiercely. His mouth gently pressed down on hers and she felt herself arch up into it---trying to reach further into him. His weight crashed down on her and she burned for more. His free hand roamed over her navy dress, crushing the fabric and finally settling over her now mostly exposed bosom. Dipping in, he palmed her nipple and she moaned with the pleasure his skillful, thick fingers gave.
Arching into his hot palm, Lily raised a hand to bring his dark head down to hers. Finding his lips with hers, she felt amazement as a wealth of knowledge started flowing into her mind. His lips were soft, soft and warm. He opened his mouth in invitation, just as his skilled fingers began to tweak at her nipple.
Lily moaned again and speared her tongue into his mouth. He tasted of heat, salty masculinity and very faintly of a fine wine, or maybe champagne. So many different textures of his tongue and mouth warred within her she could barely concentrate on the mixture of tastes.
All she knew was that she wanted this man, needed to feel his hot skin cover and touch her own, wanted to feel his immense shaft penetrating her and not just resting hotly against her leg. She wanted to tear her own carefully crafted dress from her body and strip him of his own pants and shirt and ride him until sweat covered both their bodies.
Panting, Lily pulled the mask off, stunned by the realistic vision. She could feel the heat of the man's hands on her breasts, feel the softness of his lips bearing down on hers, taste his spicy, masculine scent as his tongue delved into her.
Carefully placing the mask on the desk near her laptop, Lily paced in the small kitchen area, determined to have something solid to eat and brew up a fresh pot of coffee.
She didn't even know if she wanted to think further about this mask or whether she should just have something to eat and then have a decent twelve hours' sleep. Her mind was crammed with a million questions. Was it a vision or merely a dream, a fantasy? Was she finally cracking under the strain of working too many hours? She had specifically taken the two weeks off to come down and be here in New Orleans for the Mardi Gras, to have a bit of fun. Maybe she needed a little more time away?
Before you need the men in white coats, her mind said nastily. Lily pushed aside the thought, focusing instead on the dream-vision-whatever she had experienced.
Hearing the coffee pot finish dripping, Lily pushed all her thoughts to the back of her head. She was here in the heart of the French Quarter for two whole weeks. Tomorrow night was the biggest party New Orleans would ever see and she was a part of it.
She began to toast some bread and cheese; the frozen sausage rolls held no appeal anymore. Lily knew getting something to eat, and then a lot of sleep, would help her relax and enjoy the big bash tomorrow. She had plenty of time to sort out the mask later on, after the party her old high school friend, Susy, was holding.
Finally she sat down, wriggling her feet into the soft sofa cushions, overjoyed to finally have her usually comfortable sneakers off. Lily sipped her coffee and let the melted cheese fill her mouth, carrying away all her problems.
When her belly was warm, if not full, she stood up quickly and returned to her discarded shopping bags. Removing the fresh fruit and placing it in the mini-fridge, and tossing the silk scarves she had purchased into her opened suitcase, she squashed the bags for recycling.
Smiling happily, she carefully picked up the mask and placed it on the bedside table, letting the lights reflect prettily from the beads. With a secret smile of pride only a dedicated shopaholic could understand, Lily stripped and headed toward the shower to get ready for bed.
Under usual circumstances she would curl up under the covers and read one of her romance novels to wind down from her hectic day. Yet knowing tomorrow she likely wouldn't get to bed before five or even six in the morning, added on to the fact she could never, no matter how tired, sleep past nine in the morning had her knowing she needed as much sleep as possible.
Usually Lily cursed this inability to sleep in, yet tonight she didn't mind going to sleep early. Visions and half-formed fantasies of a highwayman complete with tricorn and a body-to-die-for danced in her head, hopefully to be carried through into some explicit and highly erotic dreams.
Added on to that, her main task for the day had been completed even better than she had hoped. She had found her mask and that was the most important goal she had set herself for the day.
Life was good.
Ah yes, I do so love to see inside people's minds and souls. Such a useful skill! And Lily is fiery plus some. Being ravished by a highwayman! My, my! Such fiery, feisty fantasies. Of course, she doesn't fully understand just yet but I shall hopefully be able to show her very soon. After all, there's no use in being able to read one's innermost thoughts and desires if one can't help to bring them about, now is there?
Thankfully I am able to read Lily's most hidden desires and I am well-versed enough with the masculine thought patterns that scouting out a suitable candidate shouldn't be too hard. It's part of my charm, after all.
Lucky for me, Lily seems to have taken us to a truly fantastic masked ball, held by an old friend of hers. Yes, indeed. Plenty of opportunity here for a matchmaking mask. Lily seems to have calmed down, mellowed a bit, and decided to let herself enjoy the atmosphere. Brilliant idea.
Hmm...what's this? She seems to have had her eye on that caped fellow for a bit over the last hour. Big black cape, black facemask and tricorn. Let me get a good look at him. Hmm. He's eyeing her while she's not watching, too. Good start.
Well, well, well. Maybe my part this go-around will be easy. Mr. Tricorn is heading our way. Heads up, Lily-girl, looks like someone is interested in making you "stand and deliver". Heh, heh, heh. Might have to keep an eye or two on this one. By the fierce, eager look in his eye, my Lily might be having an interesting night.
With or without much of my help.
\*
Lily sipped her champagne while standing on the edge of the dance floor and mentally breathed a huge sigh of relief. She had finally shaken off the jester who had been following her like an adoring puppy all night. She felt quite guilty palming him off to the young little gypsy girl who didn't look a day over sixteen but the sweet little thing had seemed so eager for the jester, Lily didn't have the heart not to set them up.
Tapping her foot in time to the sounds of the swinging band, she took another sip of the champagne and looked around for a spot to leave the glass. She didn't want to waste a moment of the rest of the night and who cared if she entered the dance floor alone? She certainly wouldn't be leaving it alone and the time left until midnight was too precious to waste.
Pouring the ruinously expensive champagne into a convenient potted plant and resting the glass on the edge of the huge pot, she shook out her dress and looked around, feeling guilty. It was a waste of champagne, but she wanted to dance far more and, if she simply left it sitting around, it would almost certainly be thrown out anyway.
Taking eager strides toward the dance floor, dodging the people hanging around chatting, she felt a huge grin cross her face, reminding her of the extraordinarily comfortable mask covering her features.
Free at last! She chanted to herself in glee. Less than four steps from the dance floor, she heard a husky, masculine sound voice her thought from a second ago.
"Free at last, I see. I sincerely hope you didn't kill that poor jester trying to woo you. May I have this dance? As you do seem so eager to hit the floor."
Confused for a moment, shocked that someone appeared to read her mind, she turned around. Unfortunately, she turned so quickly she almost lost her balance on the newly waxed dance floor and she skidded slightly on her stilettos.
"Whoops! Had a drink or two, my dear?"
The man caught her arm easily, and steadied her. As she laughed and stood fully upright again, she had the grace to blush as she realized that, while she hadn't made a fool of herself, if this man hadn't steadied her, she might have.
As she ran her eyes down him critically, she realized he truly seemed a steady man. Large, but by no means fat, he filled out his black pants and black shirt rather well. A knee-length cape covered much of his body from her view but the smiling dark brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair softened the full black of his costume. Nothing, however, could hide his impressive width and height. This was a man one could romp with and not be afraid of. It wasn't until she saw the tricorn that she felt a twinge of doubt.
Had she met him before? Did she know him? Did he recognize her?
"I know I'm a highwayman but I promise not to ask you to stand and deliver your goods. I merely wanted to join you on the dance floor."
Lily laughed. "I'm sorry, I was just...surprised. Do I know you?"
This time it was the highwayman who laughed. "Now, what fun would a masked ball be if one gave out one's name?" Taking her hand he began to negotiate their way onto the huge dance area. Lily frowned, but had been much too eager to get onto the floor to bother complaining now.
"That doesn't really answer my question." She laughed, enjoying the quickness of his wit. Obviously the man wasn't a doofus, or extremely young, like the jester.
"I wasn't aware this was a game of twenty questions," he remarked. Lily laughed as he swung them into a leisurely waltz. The music was slow and so she couldn't complain about the way he held her closely. As soon as the music picks up I'll free myself and begin to truly jive, she promised herself.
"So, fair maiden," he continued, "what brings you here?"
Lily smiled, dazzled by his dancing skills. The man might be a highwayman and look similar to the man in her flash with the mask yesterday but, boy, could he lead a girl around the dance floor.
"I know Susy from way back. I contacted her when I decided I wanted a break from work and decided to take a vacation. I figured everyone should experience a real Mardi Gras down here in New Orleans and here I am. Besides, it seemed like Fate taking a hand when I called some of the local hotels and there had been a last minute cancellation the week before the Mardi Gras." Lily couldn't help but smile at Fate and Luck taking a hand in her impromptu holiday. She couldn't help her pride and satisfaction at how well and easily everything had turned out. "How about yourself?"
"I also decided I needed a break from work, but came here by pure luck. Thankfully, my luck seems to have held in finding you."
Lily laughed. "Oh, I don't know. There seems to be some sort of magic floating about during the Mardi Gras, don't you think? Something sparkling in the air, or so I could easily believe."
The man smiled down at her and she noticed a slight dimple in his cheek. It managed to make him look mischievous and sexy at the same time. Lily swallowed. The man could be dynamite if he chose to be.
"Yes," he huskily agreed with her. It took her a moment to remember what he agreed with. "I do think there might be some magic or witchery sparkling in the air. You seem to have cast a fair dose of it over me."
Lily merely smiled and tried not to let it widen into a face-splitting grin. No sense in letting the man know she felt weak in the knees just yet.
Just then the slow music came to an end and the band struck up a faster number. Regretfully, Lily pulled herself from his tight embrace and let the rhythm and beat sink into her soul. Raising her arms, she swung her hips and enjoyed the fast beat pounding through her body. Her dance companion stayed close, but thankfully wasn't macho enough to try and hold her again. He, too, swung his hips and began to dance to the energetic beat of the music.
In the bliss only brought by releasing one's tension and energy through music, Lily closed her eyes, let her head fall back and truly enjoyed the music and dance floor.
After a number of more upbeat tunes, a slower song struck up and Lily's highwayman stepped closer and took her into his arms again.
"You sure know how to dance, sweetheart. Lucky for me, I'm a guy with confidence or you might have made me feel self-conscious."
Lily looked up to his masked face, dark brown eyes gleaming with laughter, dimple showing underneath his simple black mask. When she felt her face blush slightly, she saw his grin widen and she laughed.
"I don't think anything could shake your confidence." Grinning back at him, she knew her mischievous and naughty thoughts would be shining in her own light brown eyes.
Her highwayman grinned back at her and pulled her closer. She could feel a massive erection straining against his pants. Lily drew in a quick breath, feeling her blush come back again. It had been so long since she had let herself indulge in some nooky. Yet now that the chance was before her, she hesitated.
Thankfully, her highwayman was in no way concerned, nor did he seem uncommonly eager to push her. Or so she thought.
"Shall we take a stroll around Susy's gardens? We can stay on the back patio if you like. Not even a desperate highwayman would ravish a young lady with a dozen or more people around him."
Lily smiled. Never having had exhibitionist fantasies, she wasn't keen to be seduced physically on the back patio, where much of the party had spilled out to, yet neither was she completely adverse to a bit of nooky with said highwayman.
"You said I had cast a spell over you. Well, you seem to have a good bit of that old magic yourself. Let's go."
Pulling herself from his embrace, even though he tried to tighten his arm around her, she took his hand and led him out toward the large French doors, open to the patio.
Passing one of the many waiters wandering around with trays of drinks, they both grabbed a flute of champagne on their way out. Lily mentally commended her highwayman on being able to negotiate the crowd with his arm still around her all the while holding his glass and not spilling a drop.
No two ways about it, the man had talent and style. Her very own James Bond, or a bad-boy James Bond-turned-highwayman. Seated by the edge of the garden, looking in at the massive party in full swing, Lily breathed in deeply, enjoying the scents of freshly mown grass and flowers in full bloom.
Much like any garden, private or public, in New Orleans during the Mardi Gras, it was well maintained with lush green grass, flowers spread everywhere and a number of trees. While it didn't exactly look like the scene she had experienced in her "vision", neither did it look dissimilar to it.
Lily smiled.
She would love to cast off her responsible side and run naked through the trees with her highwayman chasing her, only to let him catch and seduce her. But something inside her rebelled at acting purely out of a fantasy she had. Why not create her own memories, instead of enacting others?
"That's a mighty big grin you have there, my dear. Care to share the joke?"
Looking at him, really looking at him, Lily pondered her two choices. To seduce or not to seduce. Lily took in his eyes, the set of his body, the casual, yet slightly tense way he held himself. Lily easily came to her decision.
She didn't know him exactly but she could only see kindness in his eyes, could only see the tension in his body of a man waiting for a woman. The sort of tension that meant, with the woman's approval, he would pounce. Nodding to herself, she smiled and leaned closer, so no one else on the patio could overhear her naughty comment.
"I was just deciding to take you back to the hotel with me. I'm not really one for a quickie out in the backyard; I think we're both a little old for that. But I'm not adverse to a one night stand, back at my hotel."
The dimple came back as her highwayman smiled.
"A one night stand? Who says I won't rock your world and you'll want to marry me and chain me to your bed?"
Laughing, Lily placed her flute of champagne on the thick concrete rail that surrounded the patio. Noticing her highwayman also set aside his glass and turned to face her gave her courage.
He is definitely interested in me too, she silently acknowledged to herself.
Glasses dispensed of, she moved even closer into him as he slid his arm around her shoulders, creating a strange intimacy between them. Even among fully a dozen couples on a cramped back patio, there seemed to be only the two of them in their own little world.
"Well, having my own personal sex slave chained to my bed twenty-four seven is quite a dream come true. But I think we both have our own lives and I intend to go back to mine after my holiday here is over."
"Mmm," he muttered, leaning in so his lips rested just above hers.
She smiled as the thought, Here comes the pounce, rushed through her brain.
"Let's discuss tomorrow when tomorrow comes, hmm? I'd much rather enjoy you and this night right now."
He bent down and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Barely giving her time to orient herself, he opened her mouth and his tongue gave her his taste. She sucked on his tongue, enjoying the jerk of surprise she felt go through his system.
In the background, she could hear the ballroom go quiet, as she heard Susy ordering the waiters to give everyone a glass of champagne for the countdown to the official beginning of the Carnival.
Lily wanted to pull away, wanted to watch the clock tick over, but her highwayman was invading her senses. She felt as if she drowned in his scent, in his heat, in the fierce possessiveness she could feel in his kiss.
In the back of her mind, Lily heard the waiter chuckle and pass them by.
"Don't look like you two need a glass of bubbly," he commented and continued to pass around the glasses of celebratory champagne.
Her highwayman grunted and nipped at her lips, demanding her attention. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself in his heat and passion.
All too soon streamers were released and whistles blew. Lily relaxed into the kiss as midnight clocked over. Recalled to their surroundings, Lily unwound her arms and rested her hands against her partner's large chest. Leaning into him she began to nip at his lips, demanding to be released.
Finally, once he had taken his time, she felt his arms let go and he pulled back, sucking at the air.
"Now that was a Mardi Gras start-up to remember."
Grinning, Lily couldn't help but agree. She took a step, and then two backwards, and held out her hand to her highwayman in invitation.
"Care to be taken home by a strange Regency England woman?"
He grinned, his dimple showing, "Damn straight, if you can cope with being taken by a highwayman."
She smiled, enjoying the easy camaraderie between them. "Oh, I think I can handle being taken by a highwayman. I always enjoy a good ride."
Chuckling, she let herself be led away by her new partner.
Andrew had to keep himself from grinning manically as he led Lily out of the huge mansion still in the middle of its reveling. He finally had his Lily-girl just where he wanted her. For too many months he had been ogling her in his rare spare time at their workplace. As badly as he wanted to ask her out, the right time and place just never seemed to come up. Either he had been just returning or just heading out on the road, or she had been working on a major project and looking far too frazzled and stressed for him to want to try his luck.
He could still remember the instant lust and falling-out-of-the-sky feeling he had experienced the first time he had seen her, a number of months ago.
He had been headhunted from a rival company and basically dropped into a sea of internal company problems. Simply keeping his head above water, metaphorically speaking, had kept him busy for weeks. He only had seen tantalizing glimpses of Lily after that first casual, all-too-brief introduction and exchange of names by the CEO.
Lily had been in the middle of a crisis, and had barely paid attention to him at the time. Not that she had any reason to be more than superficially polite. She worked in a different division and so he had no reason for a follow-up coffee, or more personal contact. Yet just seeing her pass in the corridor sporadically had been enough to brighten his day.
He found it ironic the only reason he had taken on the position in the company had been to earn enough money to nest egg for a mortgage in the suburbs. He had decided it was time for him to settle down, maybe open his own much smaller consulting firm. It was well past time for him to settle down and start thinking of his own family, a wife and kids, maybe a dog and cat or two plus all the trimmings.
Yet the months had seemed to flit by and still he came no closer to introducing himself to Lily, or even setting up a few casual getting-to-know-you-better dinners. Time just seemed to slip away from him and every time he thought he solved one problem and could ask Lily out, another problem cropped up and he had to either leave to go fix it or, worse, bury himself in paperwork and solve the issues himself.
He smiled as he recalled his fierce determination two weeks ago. He had cleared his calendar, even been toying with the idea of taking annual leave so they could escape for a romantic week away and get to know each other properly. He had seen her talking to a workmate over the water cooler, gesticulating excitedly.
Feeling like a sneak, he had walked close enough to hear what she was talking about. Even coming in halfway through the conversation as he had, her excitement to her friend had bubbled over him and all his plans easily clicked together.
"...and don't you think everyone should experience at least one real Mardi Gras down in New Orleans? And what better way than to go to Susy's masquerade ball? All the excitement, romance and mystery, with none of the ramifications! I can go pick up a masked stud, have my wicked way with him and still have a week to recuperate! Trust me, Darla, annual leave was invented for weeks like these."
Andrew tightened his hold on Lily's hand as his memories came to a halt. Oh yeah, he had spent the last two weeks plotting and planning this night, and hopefully the following week of fantastic sex and intimate getting-to-know-you time. He shied away from the mental question of why he was going to so much trouble for one woman and one week of sex. He didn't want to think about the long-term. He felt far too eager to enjoy the next week.
"Your hotel room, my dear, or mine?" That's it, he patted himself mentally on the back, keep it in the present. No knowing how long this will last.
He paused just outside Susy's huge plantation-style home, letting Lily make the decision with no pressure. It honestly didn't make any difference to him whether they used his room or hers; all he felt interested in was stripping them both bare and plunging balls-deep inside her. He had been wearing his hard-on since the moment they had been introduced. The following months of trying to set something up between them had been a slow burning foreplay session peppered by casual smiles and intense fantasies.
He was more than eager now to start the real seduction and see where they ended up.
Lily looked at him a moment, then surprised him.
"What's your name? Much as I enjoy calling you my highwayman, I think I'd prefer a name for a man I'm about to 'sleep' with." Andrew could only smile at the emphasis on the word sleep. Both of them knew damn well not much sleeping would occur.
The highwayman, who until he had discovered this costume he had no realization resided inside himself, grinned charmingly. "I'm Andrew," he said.
Lily smiled back. "I'm Lily."
They solemnly shook hands and then both laughed simultaneously. "It does seem slightly bizarre to introduce yourself to the woman you're about to have mind-blowing sex with, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Lily agreed, shivering slightly at his not-so-subtle hint at the heat and intensity of the sex to come. "I was just thinking the same thing myself." Andrew smiled as she looked up and down the crowded street, filled with revelers enjoying the carnival atmosphere. "Where are you staying?" she continued.
Andrew pointed in the direction he knew was close to Lily's own hotel, and named a well-known hotel branch. He had purposely chosen a hotel close to Lily's, but not close enough to arouse her suspicions. Lily appeared to think a moment, then nod her head with the decision she had made.
"Let's use your hotel then."
Andrew held out his arm in an old, courtly gesture, totally at odds with his highwayman costume and his raging desires. They turned to begin the short walk back to his room.
As they chatted, Andrew carefully watched Lily. He wanted as much warning as possible if she felt any tension about taking a "stranger" to her bed. Her posture seemed calm enough and her voice didn't shake but he could see a little bit of tension in her arms.
Looking carefully into her eyes, even masked as she was, he could see the deep hunger buried in their brown depths. They glittered in the street light, reflecting the dozens of colors shining from the beads, stars and moon from the gaily lit city.
Oh yeah, the heat from that gaze could burn a lesser man than I, he admitted. She felt the same attraction he had been slowly burning from for months now. She might not consciously know who he was but, deep inside herself, she must know she either knew him, or recognized him from somewhere.
He breathed in deeply, wishing he could already smell the tang of her desire. He knew he would have to wait until they reached the hotel room for that. But aching as he was, he could hardly wait.
Instead, they chatted about social niceties, the weather, how long they were staying in the city. As they strolled casually, in absolutely no hurry, they then moved on to restaurants, shops and arcades they had each visited and could recommend.
Andrew, desperately trying to ignore the double entendres Lily teased him with, enjoyed the fresh night air, the definite sense of "party" on the streets as houses were thrown open, loud music playing everywhere and parties spilling onto the streets. While nowhere near as crowded as when the main parade came through, the streets were still full of partiers even now, after midnight.
He slowly wound them along to his hotel, tipping the doorman, who had a profusion of beads, stars and streamers covering his uniform as he held the door open for them both. The doorman, Tom, grinned at them, tipping his hat and rattling his beads.
"You two have a great night, eh?"
Andrew laughed and handed Lily into the foyer of the hotel.
"I intend to, Tom. I certainly intend to."
Lily glared at him but Tom laughed jovially at them both. Andrew smiled and retook her hand, placing a soft kiss on her chin, the only area of skin, other than her mouth, exposed by her mask.
"Tom is a nice guy. He didn't mean anything by his comment."
Lily's face split into a grin. "I know; I was just teasing."
They both nodded to the concierge, also covered in beads and streamers. Balloons floated everywhere in the foyer. An extremely loud party could be seen and heard from the conference room. Shouts and music and whistles being blown all leaked out into the main hotel space.
Hurrying them over to the elevators, Andrew pressed the call button and felt relief when a door opened immediately. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have minded taking Lily and joining the main party for another hour or so but he was hard as a rock and far too eager to begin their own little party to want to postpone it even a minute longer.
As the doors closed behind them, Andrew turned them both gently so they looked into the reflective surface of the back of the elevator. Lily looked excited and flushed behind her beautiful mask. Her eyes glittered, a strange light brown color that could be amber, or maybe it was simply the light in the elevator. Behind the satin blue mask it seemed hard to tell.
Enjoying their first moments alone together, Andrew placed his hands gently on her shoulders, holding her against his hard body. He saw a slight flush creep up her neck and, looking into the mirror, began his seduction.
Lily looked at her reflection in the elevator and found she had trouble breathing correctly. This man, Andrew, her highwayman, seemed familiar somehow. She couldn't pin it down---a part of her didn't even want to pin down how she seemed to know him. She felt caught up in the fantasy, lost in the colors and dazzle of the carnival atmosphere.
Thankfully, they were alone in the elevator and, as she watched the reflection of Andrew's hand caress down her shoulder and around to her partially exposed breast, she felt her heart beat faster. She could feel his breath, warm across her ear, as he inhaled the mingled scent of her shampoo and perfume. He seemed to breathe it deeply inside him as his hand flicked over where her erect nipple stood just under her thin layer of silk.
He caressed the hard point, once, then twice. Lily leaned back into his body, warm and solid behind her. She reached back, her eyes closed to the bliss his hand created, and pulled his ass closer, so they ground together. Her hand squeezed, testing the strength of his ass cheek, strong and solid like the rest of him.
He groaned into her ear, a hoarse, almost desperate sound.
"Andrew," she panted, needing more of him, "I hope you plan to do more than just feel the silk of my dress."
As if her taunting him gave him permission, he groaned again, blindly reached out across the small elevator and pressed the red "stop" button. The elevator jerked to a stop and, obviously knowing they only had a few minutes at best, dipped his hand beneath the bodice of her dress to touch the creamy swell of her breast.
While not overly large, her breasts were a handful and Andrew didn't seem to have any complaints about them. Lily arched up, never having even considered something as naughty as making out in a stopped elevator before. It had a ring of wicked to it, knowing sooner or later security would ring them and ask if everything was okay.
When he flicked her nipple, making her gasp with the sensation, she lost her train of thought. Arching into his hand, Lily felt the dampness between her legs and she ground back onto his erection, straining the black pants he wore. The seconds ticked by and Lily could feel herself heating up more.
Just as Lily turned into him, deciding to raise the stakes of the game by touching some of his hot spots, Andrew reached out once more and pressed the stop button, letting the elevator continue its rise to their floor.
In a few seconds the elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened.
Blinking, feeling as if she were waking from a dream, Lily smiled as Andrew hastily removed his hand and smoothed down the front of her dress. Looking left and right, he took her hand again and led her away from the elevator.
The muted sound of music came from a few of the rooms but, by and large, the corridor was silent. Lily listened carefully, only hearing the odd muted sound, almost completely suppressed. If she hadn't been listening so carefully she would have missed it altogether. Lovely to know most sounds are dulled in these rooms. They're obviously well insulated, she thought.
Standing outside room 403, Andrew dug into his pocket and produced a key card. Opening the door, he stood back and waved her in. Lily could see a chink of light where Andrew had obviously left one of the lamps on to have some light in the room.
"After my lady," he grinned.
Tilting her chin, Lily regally swept into the room. Continuing over to the window, she looked down upon the still avidly partying streets of New Orleans, and dimly registered the thud of the door shutting behind them.
She heard Andrew cross the room after her. There was a slight clink as he dropped keys and the keycard onto the side table. Lily heard his footsteps cross the carpet and then he pressed himself against her, much as they had been in the elevator.
He reached inside her bodice once more, taking the same breast in his hand, and toyed with the nipple again.
"Would you like a drink of something?" he huskily murmured in her ear, absently caressing her breast and nipple.
Lily saw their reflection in the window, not as clearly as the mirror in the elevator, but still there against the black of the night and the small amount of light given off by the lamp. The erotic possibilities for the night ahead danced in her head, a feast before the starving.
She swallowed, arching into his touch as the sensations overwhelmed her. The night held endless possibilities.
Andrew tried to swallow a moan, to clear his throat, anything to clear his head as passion overtook him. Lily's breasts were perfect. An easy handful, firm and round with delicious nipples one could suck forever. He felt his mouth water at the thought of playing with these beauties for a whole week.
Over the last few months, dreaming and fantasizing about how he would get Lily into his bed, not in his wildest fantasies had he pictured a hotel room in the middle of the Mardi Gras and a large window looking out into the world.
He smiled, amused at the twists of Fate.
Bending over her, nibbling her shoulder as he began to unbutton her blue silk dress, he decided to tease her, as she had unwittingly teased and tempted him for so many weeks back at work.
"No drink..." she panted as he eased the silk from her shoulders.
He paused for a moment, remembering he had offered her a drink in the attempt to forget his aching cock.
He smiled against her soft skin, letting his curved lips show her without words his amusement. He continued removing the delicate silk of her dress. When he eased the bodice down her chest, it sat, pooled at her waist, and he returned his hands to cup her breasts, as they had itched to do forever.
"Place your hands upon the glass, Lily."
Hands cupping her breasts, watching over her shoulder, he blindly looked out the window. Watching their reflection, he tried to memorize the details. His much larger body standing behind Lily's half-naked perfection. High up as they were, as well as still masked, he felt it highly unlikely anyone would recognize them, let alone be able to watch them.
He felt a thrill when Lily obeyed his command. He smiled. While never having entertained dominant fantasies, he certainly wouldn't mind being master of Lily every now and then. Maybe he could test the waters.
"You ever have submissive fantasies, Lily?"
Lily swallowed and for a split second her mind flashed back to the fantasy she had seen when she first put the mask on. A highwayman holding her hands above her head and taking her, the feeling of his body pressing into hers, the tender yet rough way he thrust inside her. She had been more than willing but he took her nevertheless.
While she wouldn't consider it a "submissive" fantasy as such, the new thought of being taken by this man, of having his much larger body over and under her, had definite appeal. Even so, the desire was new enough she didn't feel comfortable admitting to it just yet.
She looked into the window to stare at Andrew's reflection.
"Not really," Lily answered his curious question. He had watched her as she had stared into the distance, a slight flush creeping over her flesh. He had a feeling her mind had been cast back to something he had said and, from the dilation in her pupils and the quickening in her breathing, it had been something erotically stimulating she had been thinking of.
Before he could probe deeper into the issue, she had continued. "I'm not into pain or anything but a strong man, an alpha man, is almost always a turn-on, no matter what a woman says."
Andrew smiled. He could tell now she was telling the truth, but not the whole truth. That suited him just fine. He wasn't into bondage---he wasn't even sure he would know how to perform it safely if she had asked---but being dominating in an alpha manner, he was more than used to.
Deciding to seduce her first, he began to play with her nipples once more. He used his mask as a tool, letting his close-shaven cheek and soft lips caress her shoulder, her neck, her exposed skin and the slightly rougher edge of the mask to counteract that softness of his flesh. The play between soft lips and cheek and the harder edge of the mask seemed to work as her breath came harder and faster in pants.
"Look out into the world, Lily. Everyone is partying, having a grand old time. Lovers old and new are meeting, getting acquainted, playing that strange game of two animals coming to mate."
He continued to caress her skin; he could hardly believe how satin soft it felt. In the last hour or so, he had become a dedicated breast man. Lily's breasts seemed to be so much more responsive than any other set he could remember.
The nipples were a pale pink color, long and so easily peaked. He couldn't help but tweak them, watching her back arch in pleasure and her mouth open on a long moan. He loved to play with her breasts and nipples, letting the weight of the globes sit in his hands, thumbs caressing the erect nipples.
As he spoke softly, continued to explain the different sights they could see outside the window, he played with her lovingly, kneading and using a gentle force to spike her desire higher.
He wanted her hot and ready, prepared for his penetration but, more than that he wanted her to be anticipating their joining, to realize how important it was in the big picture, how inevitable it had become in their life.
Andrew knew he had been fantasizing about Lily for weeks, months now. The fact he needed to seduce her, prepare her for him, excited him. She knew him in passing but they had never had the chance to get to know each other. They worked in different divisions and he was in the management team, while Lily was still working her way up the corporate ladder.
Everything, the carnival, the lights, the party atmosphere, as well as the culmination of his fantasies, turned him on more than he could ever imagine.
As he described the scenes in the streets below them, his aching need to possess her increased. He felt her nipples harden to tight buds and heard her panting breaths.
"I want you." He couldn't help the growl in his voice. He had trouble containing himself. "I want nothing more than to press you up against this glass, tear the rest of this beautiful dress of yours off and plunge myself inside you. I want you to feel the force of my need, understand just how much I want this night from you."
He could hear her panting cries, the wail that seemed stuck in the back of her throat. Even though he couldn't see them, he could just imagine how dilated her pupils would be, slightly glazed with the passion of their position as well as his words.
He leaned closer, so he could whisper in her ear. Even though they were alone, as if they were the only two lovers in the entire Mardi Gras, let alone the world, he wanted his next naughty words to be just between them, a secret they could share and hold forever.
"I want to fuck you," he started, surprised at himself. He had never uttered words quite this raw to anyone before. "I want to press you tight against this window, and be so deep inside you for the rest of our lives you won't be able to feel complete without me thrusting inside you. I want to pump so hard inside you no one else will ever be able to satisfy you. I want to fill you full of my seed, so full it runs down the side of your thigh in excess. And when we're both spent, collapsed on the floor, I want to lie still inside you, and start this thing all over again."
"Oh, yes," she murmured softly and Andrew knew without a shadow of a doubt if he touched her lower curls she would be flowing with her heated dampness. Never had he wanted a woman as desperately as he wanted to be inside Lily right now.
She ground back against him, urging him to move faster, and he couldn't deny her. While working her up into a pitch of erotic fever, he had only been adding fuel to his own fire. Even so, he desperately tried to draw this out, to make as many memories as humanly possible for them both.
"Patience, my dear, we have all night. Why rush things now?"
"Because I feel as if I'm about to explode," she moaned.
"Well, darling, if you must come, you must. Feel free to start ahead of me."
Andrew could feel her shuddering, feel the fine tremors running along her arms, knew they would also be in her legs, hidden beneath all the silk of her skirt. For a moment, he wondered if the tremors were Lily holding on to her climax, or her about to start it.
He continued to play with her breasts, to kiss and nibble her neck, her cheek, up to her earlobe. Tasting her with his tongue, he relished the salty taste of her skin. Even on the knife-edge of desire, standing on the brink of exploding, she still tasted of feminine heat, of salty sweetness.
His masculine ego now demanded for him to bring her to climax without actually stripping her bare. He grazed his teeth along the sensitive run of her neck, nibbling at the pulse points he could tell were strewn along there from her shivers and moans.
Tweaking her nipples simultaneously, he could feel her climax build inside her, knew without a doubt she had nearly thrown herself over the edge of her desire.
A minute later, she pushed back onto his hard body, arching her back and throwing her head onto the curve of his shoulder, crying out in her completion.
Andrew watched her reflection in the window. When she relaxed and leaned back passively in his embrace, he looked down at her softened features.
Even though his fingers itched to touch her curls, to thrust inside her damp heat, to bring her to another climax, hard on the heels of her last one, he let his girl rest, get her breath back.
Plenty of time later to bring her to peak over and over until she can't remember anything, except the pleasure you bring her, he assured himself.
Andrew waited patiently until her breathing returned to normal and she was back to squirming in his embrace.
Then he began the procedure all over again.
He kissed and nibbled his way around her neck and cheek, touched and played with her breasts. This time, however, Lily was far more actively involved.
He felt a purely masculine smile cross his face as she removed her palms from the window, leaving clear palm-prints from where she had them pressed against the window all through their previous play. He smiled, thinking of what the cleaning crew would think about such delicate marks so clearly imprinted on the window.
She reached both her hands back to grab his ass, pulling him closer, so even through the thin material of his pants his hot, incredibly aroused hard-on laid against the silk of her dress. Andrew lowered his hands to her waist. Slowly, careful to not rip or tear the delicate silk, he pushed the dress from her hips and it pooled in a mess down by her ankles.
Andrew looked down her entire length in the window. The light from inside made the large window act like a two-way mirror. The outside world could be clearly viewed, yet so could the sexy reflections of him and Lily. It had become a very useful tool for them both.
Lily stood before him, perfect pale beauty, rounded in all the right places men never complained about, long legs that he ached to have wrapped around his own hips in indescribable passion. His hands tightened for a moment, until he realized it might be painful for Lily. The pleasure he could bring her, the shared sexual joy they brought each other, had him erect like never before. He felt his jaw muscles tighten in pure, unadulterated lust for this woman.
A tiny wisp of silk she probably thought passed for a thong teased his eyes, running slimly along the vee between her legs.
Lily hesitated a moment, then obviously caught his ravenous gaze in the reflection of the window. She smiled teasingly at him and stood up, braced her legs apart, replaced her palms on the window and arched her deliciously naked body into the chill glass.
He couldn't help but notice as her breasts pressed oh-so-lightly against the glass her nipples hardened even more.
With her back arched, her delicious ass sticking out and wearing only her mask, heels and thong, she looked like a centerfold spread from his horniest teenage fantasies.
"Well, Andrew," she pouted, "I seem to only have my thong and mask on and here you are, fully dressed and masked. That seems a little unfair from here."
He grinned, his dimple flashing beneath his mask.
"Oh, I don't know," he drawled. "From where I'm looking, it seems absolutely perfect."
She flushed and he felt his heart turn over. They might be playing right now but he fully intended to brand her, to make her totally his and then confess all in the morning.
He wanted her to know how long he had been fantasizing about her, how many lunch breaks he had sat a few tables over in the staff room cafeteria and watched her wildly gesticulating a particular point in a funny story she told her coworkers.
He wanted her in his life and in his home. Yet first, he wanted her, most importantly, in his bed. Idly stroking her round and firm ass, he indulged in a moment of pure fantasy. Naked on his large bed at home, her on all fours and him on his knees behind her. He loved taking a woman from behind, because he could plunge inside her to the balls, yet at the same time caress her breasts and play with her nipples.
Next time, he promised himself. When we both return home, I'll have ample time to indulge in our every fantasy and desire. And my bed is big enough for anything.
Pulling himself from his ever-growing fantasies and desires, he remembered his need to possess Lily in the here-and-now. Shedding his cape, leaving it crumpled in a ball on the floor, he unbuttoned the first few buttons on his formal black shirt. Falling down onto his knees, he smiled inwardly at the small gasp of surprise that escaped Lily's lush lips. Turning her around with gentle hands on her hips, he angled her toward him, so he was perfectly level with her pelvis.
Spreading her legs wider so he had the perfect view of her pussy, he bent forward and licked a slow, long stroke, taking her juices inside him. Closing his eyes, enjoying her sweet, hot taste, he hurriedly went back for more. She tasted divine, hot and sweet and spicy and so delicious he doubted he could ever get enough.
Lapping at her like a cat with his bowl of cream, he quickly finished all her juices. By pushing aside the scrap of lace, he was able to spear his tongue fully into her. She cried out, arching back, pressing herself against his face. He tried to hide his smile, but couldn't.
Thrusting his tongue into her, again and again, he moved his hand around so he still held her in the perfect position, but could also rub her clit. Her sensitive bit of flesh felt fully engorged, hard and swollen between her folds. Fiercely thrusting his tongue into her, rubbing her clit, he could feel the excitement and sexual energy build in his Lily.
She began to buck, to thrust herself upon him in time to his tongue's thrusts, to moan as his thumb circled around and around.
"Faster," she panted, an aching need evident in her tone. "Please, Andrew, just a little faster and I can come again."
Smiling, muttering, "As you wish," against her heated, swollen flesh, he speared her pussy faster with his tongue and frantically rubbed her clit.
In seconds, he could feel the contractions begin in her womb, could taste the extra flow of her juice and felt the gathering inside her body, held so closely to his own.
She arched, screamed her release as her body contracted over and over again. He lapped the extra juice, startled by how sweet it was, how delicious it tasted to him.
Finally, she collapsed against the chill glass, replete and satisfied.
He let her stand there for a moment, drinking in the sated, tousled look she had about her whole body. Her face was flushed beneath the silk mask. The blush managed to run all the way down to her chest, a delicate tinge of red across her skin.
Lily stood there before him, almost naked with only her mask, heels and a slightly torn scrap of lace between her folds. Her legs were still splayed widely, her pussy a warm, fleshy red from his rough tongue and her own fierce arousal.
He stood, the image of her splayed against the window, satisfied from his lovemaking, burned forever on his brain. Without even a single coherent thought, he shed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants.
Reaching one arm under her legs and the other around her back, he easily picked her up. Her eyes remained closed, her smile on her face.
"I'm too heavy," she murmured, not particularly caring.
He smiled.
"You're perfect. And I am a highwayman, after all. We highwaymen have to take what we want. And be sure, I definitely want you."
She smiled and opened her eyes.
"I seem to be pretty sated right now. I think it's my turn to drive you wild."
He laughed.
"Not a chance, dearest. I'm not even close to being done with you."
Lily merely smiled. Her eyes glittered sexily from behind her mask and Andrew felt himself falling deeper and deeper into their game. Best to stay in control, he reminded himself. Confessions of eternal and undying love had no place here in their magical night. Best keep it to sex and games. There would be plenty of time for confessions later and the love could grow between them after that.
Stepping through the bedroom door, he crossed over to the bed and tossed her down onto its softness.
Lily laughed, and bounced once, instantly climbing onto her knees. Slipping her stilettos off and wriggling her torn thong down her legs, she dropped them on the floor, totally uncaring where they ended up. Returning to her kneeling position, she came right up close to where Andrew stood, watching her in awe, and placed her hands on the hips of his pants.
"Come on, Mr. Highwayman, surely you're not shy?"
He grinned. Let her see him in his aching arousal; it would certainly prove he wasn't shy.
Slowly, teasingly, he let his hands drop to the zipper on his pants.
Lily found herself holding her breath, waiting for Andrew to remove his pants and show himself to her. Even if he was only a few inches long, he had more than proved he could satisfy her without the usual slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am methods.
She still had that niggling sensation of knowing him but the night was too perfect, too wonderful, for worrying about such things. She wanted to bask in her sexuality, enjoy every decadent moment. There would be plenty of time for recriminations and what-ifs tomorrow or even next week, once her fantastic holiday was over.
Lily banished the thought with a shudder. She had come here to rest and relax. Fantastic, multi-orgasmic sex was an added bonus.
She had no idea when he had lost his shoes and socks. She couldn't remember seeing him take them off but she had been so lost in her own passions, he could have started contacting people on the moon. As long as he had kept on tasting her and touching her, she doubted she would have noticed.
Shaking her head slightly, she reached once again for his pants. As she gently unzipped them, being careful not to catch anything delicate in its metal teeth, she smiled up at her lover. She loved his dark eyes, his dark hair and wicked smile. The dimple peeking in and out of his cheek drove her wild. She found herself surprised that, instead of being shy or worried about her instant attraction to this man, she felt energized by it. He lent her a feeling of safety, of protection, and in this magical atmosphere she embraced the incredible magic of their time together.
As she helped him shuck his pants over his hips and skim his black briefs along with them, his erection sprang free and she caught her breath at its magnificence. While not the biggest cock she had ever seen, it was a more than healthy length and beautifully thick. More than enough to fill her and satisfy the heat he had built up in her.
As he came over her, leaning his weight on his arms as his body caged hers deliciously, she reached one hand up to touch the edges of his mask. She thought it funny how she had totally forgotten her own mask, comfortable and silky as it was.
"Should we...?" she trailed off, not knowing if he preferred the masks on or if he was just being polite in not removing hers first.
He smiled, his dimple playing in his cheek again. She found his smile so warm and sexy she couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Nah. Let's leave the masks on for tonight. Tomorrow we can take them off. I think the masks add to the magic of the night, don't you?"
She nodded. The masks did add to the mystique of the evening. Also, since that niggling doubt that she knew him wouldn't go away, she didn't want to spoil the evening by looking disappointed if he removed the mask and she realized she didn't know him. Her look of disappointment could easily be misconstrued as disappointment in him.
As he bent down to kiss her, he whispered, "Besides, there will be plenty of time for us to make love without the masks, after tonight."
She raised an eyebrow. "Sure of yourself, aren't you?"
Instead of replying, he kissed her, which felt more than fine to her. The feeling of his lips against hers, of his tongue darting and playing with her, sent fire racing over her skin. Never had she been the type of woman to blush at anything, yet his every touch seemed to make her skin burn and her body ache.
As he lay over her, his naked body sent darts of fire along her skin. He seemed to create a fire inside her; the skin-on-skin contact seemed to create a delicious friction within and she couldn't help herself. She could feel her pussy creaming again, could feel the aching tension inside herself. Despite having two fantastic orgasms, she was climbing, aching for more.
She touched his skin, ran her hands gently over his chest and shoulders, drawing him closer, eager to explore his body. She arched into him as he also explored her. His mouth plundered hers, yet his hands rubbed over her skin, sensitizing her for him.
Eagerly, she spread her legs, enjoying the solid, warm feeling of him lying cradled between her thighs. Blindly, without thinking or caring about the consequences, she arched herself up into him, trying to get his heated tip to enter her and begin their night of fun.
"Hang on, darling," he panted, pulling his mouth away from hers. He shuffled over to the side table, pulling open the nightstand drawer and removing several foil packages.
With more haste than grace, he sheathed himself in the latex.
"Damn, a few kisses and your divine skin under my hands and I'm worse than a fifteen-year-old virgin. I doubt you'd appreciate the lack of protection."
Lily smiled, glad one of them had some brains left. "I wasn't thinking about it, myself. But yeah, I'm glad you're gentleman enough to think of it."
"Gentleman? Woman, I'm supposed to be a highwayman. Now, you need to stand and deliver, so I can keep my head high with pride."
Lily laughed and pulled him back into her embrace, eager for him to keep going. "I am very keen for your head to stay high. I don't think I can stand but I can certainly deliver."
Kissing her highwayman again, Lily moaned as his tip entered her pussy. Even through the latex she could feel the heat of his cock, could feel the power resonating from him. He paused, just barely inside her, pulsing and throbbing with his own need and heat. She could feel her own moistness easing his thick passage inside her.
"Please don't tease," she panted, canting her hips, trying to draw him deeper inside her.
"How much do you want me?" he teased. If not for the breathlessness of his own question, Lily might have been worried.
Instead of responding, she reached one arm up to drag his face down to her; the other reached around to grasp his exceedingly firm ass and, crossing her legs behind his hips, she pulled him deeply inside her.
With a groan of approval, Andrew plunged, filling her so full, so deeply, she wondered if she might split. "I can't wait, oh shit, I'm sorry, love."
Andrew started withdrawing and plunging, faster and faster. Lily felt the friction inside her and closed her eyes against tears of ecstasy. As hot and tight as she felt, she couldn't believe how magnificent the feel of Andrew moving inside her was. Over and over he thrust into her, seemingly reaching deeper and deeper each time.
Lily felt her orgasm gather inside her. It was as if a storm was about to break. Every nerve ending tightened, Lily threw her head back in complete abandon. She panted for breath and as the wave crashed over her she couldn't even scream, so intense was her pleasure.
Her mouth open in a silent scream, something she had only previously read about, never experienced. She could feel Andrew tighten, as if his cock were gathering itself for something. And then he exploded inside her.
He shouted out, a hoarse, indescribable sound of a male releasing himself inside a woman. Even though she couldn't feel his seed inside her, she could feel his contractions inside the latex, as her own pussy contracted around him, milking him for all his juice.
As the wave subsided, Lily fell back onto the bed, replete and totally spent. Panting for breath, she barely noticed Andrew fall down to her side, half on top of her, half off.
She panted and caught her breath as the minutes ticked easily by. As her brain stopped whirling and everything seemed to right itself, she curved semi-consciously into Andrew's warm body.
Happy to spend more time collecting herself, she felt her skin begin to cool slightly. After a short period of time had passed, she shivered. Partly, she knew, the shiver was her body's reaction to the incredible sex. As her hearing returned from the white noise of her orgasms, she recognized an air conditioner as the muted, almost silent hum in the room. The shiver was because the air-conditioned room had a faint chill against her naked skin.
As she shifted to crawl under the covers, Andrew stood for a moment and headed for the bathroom, pulling the condom from his flaccid cock. Lily had barely managed to crawl beneath when he had returned and joined her.
Without a word, they snuggled up with each other, enjoying their shared heat. Andrew had an arm around her. Enjoying the comfort of the intimate moment, Lily gently stroked his chest. Neither said anything but nothing needed to be said. They were feeling the uncanny emotion and intimacy of newly made lovers.
"You still have your mask on," Andrew purred, nuzzling her chin. Lily smiled and arched back to give him better access down her neck and toward her now ultrasensitive breasts.
"I think I've decided to become a mysterious woman of the night." When Andrew snickered, but continued to nuzzle his way down her throat toward her erect nipples, she took a deep breath to still the incipient laughter and continued.
"You can snicker but I think it's a fantastic idea. I can seduce hordes of young men into eager and willing slaves and no one would ever know of my secret identity. I would be 'that mystery woman' young men across the globe would sigh and moon over. They would wonder where I come from and when I'll return."
At this, Andrew couldn't muffle his laughter. He pulled his head away from her, righted his mask, which seemed to bounce with his cheekbones moving so much, and laughed his head off.
"And what about your faithful sidekick?" he asked, still chuckling. "The mysterious masked highwayman to whom you always return?" Lily joined in his laughter, enjoying their sparring.
"Oh," she said airily, waving a hand as if he hadn't crossed her mind. "He's around somewhere...or maybe he's the man who started the whole thing, the man who started me on this path, the one all the young studs have to thank for creating the mysterious masked woman."
Smiling proudly at her logic, a logic which didn't necessarily leave room for him in her future, Lily lay back against the pillows and pulled the comforter up around her shoulders.
Immediately, Andrew lay down next to her, snuggled under the comforter with her and wrapped her in his tight embrace.
"Okay, my mystery woman, let's nap for a bit. You can practice your seduction skills on me later, when we've both rested up a bit, hmm?"
Lily smiled. "I think that's a great idea. We mystery women of the night need our practice."
Lily snuggled back into his warm chest, her ass resting easily in the curve of his pelvis and stomach. She could feel his warm cock stir at her small movements, seeking a comfortable sleeping spot.
Smiling, she closed her eyes and evened her breathing. It had been a truly magical evening, one she would never forget. She smiled as she knew she would be able to return to this moment of sexual satisfaction, and relive both it and the memories of the incredible sex she had shared with him when she returned home. This definitely was a night to fantasize about over and over through the long winter nights.
She smiled even wider. She knew everyone should experience at least one real Mardi Gras. This was obviously hers.
Lily wondered why she had gone to bed with a hot water bottle. Was it cold outside? Turning slightly to ease the ache of sleeping on her numb arm, Lily realized it wasn't a hot water bottle sharing the bed with her; it was a very hot man. Man!
Susy's masquerade party came back to her, along with Andrew, her highwayman.
She smiled in satisfaction. As her eyes adjusted to the early morning dawn, she stretched and turned over onto her stomach to look down at her lover.
His simple black mask had fallen down around his neck during the night. Lily frowned and looked closer at the man who shared her bed.
She knew him. She felt certain she knew this man. But where? As the fog of sleep cleared from her mind, she tried to jog her memory. Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.
With the blinding flash only brilliance seems to bring, Lily recognized her bed partner. It was Andrew Morrisey, a manager. If work gossip held any truth, a genius when it came to troubleshooting problems, from one of the higher divisions from work.
Oh shit. What on earth was he thinking? Could this be some stupid male prank, or dare? Panicking, Lily jumped out of bed and began to hunt around for her clothes and underwear. Shivering in the chilly pre-dawn air, she tried to make sense of the last twelve hours.
She had become more and more aware of Andrew over the last few weeks. He always seemed to be nearby, either hanging around the cafeteria, or personally passing memos around to her bosses. She herself was busy trying to claw her way up the corporate ladder and, while consensual after-hours contact wasn't forbidden, neither was it actively encouraged, sexual harassment lawsuits being what they were.
Lily frowned and halted in the act of searching under the bed for her thong. While it wouldn't be overly healthy for her career, neither would the knowledge that she had been sleeping with Andrew on her week off be detrimental to her career. And she certainly could not really see her highwayman blackmailing her with their fling.
The scrap of lace came within view and Lily pulled it out, sighing as she realized the expensive item was not re-wearable.
Lily pulled her mask off her face and sat down in one of the comfy chairs. The air conditioner was off and so sitting naked in the chair was not overly uncomfortable.
She needed to think this through.
What if Andrew had overheard her plans to come out here, and decided to use the opportunity to start an affair? It made a strange, male sort of logical sense.
Besides, if he did try to do something stupid, she could simply lodge a complaint with her bosses and find another position. It might put her career behind by a few months, even a year, but it wouldn't signify the end of her life.
Lily felt an evil smile cross her face.
Maybe she should turn the tables on her lover.
Renewed with energy, Lily hunted around the hotel room. Armed with two silk ties and a sleeping facemask the hotel had obviously provided, she returned to the king-sized bed.
So Andrew thought he could play with her, did he? Let's see how he enjoyed her playing with him.
Andrew awoke to the most delicious sensations. Warm hands traced his chest, playing with his nipples and tugging gently, erotically, on his chest hair. Warm breath caressed his iron-hard cock, ruffling his pubic hair and making him ache to feel the wet heat of a woman's mouth close around his aching shaft.
Smiling lazily, he opened his eyes, only to feel his lashes rub against the rough yet silky feel of a sleeping mask. Frowning, he tried to sit up, only to feel thin, silken bonds restraining his wrists.
"What the hell---"
A feminine snicker caught his attention and he recalled the previous night's intense lovemaking.
"Lily," he groaned, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Well, Andrew, in case it's not blindingly obvious," she snickered again at her pun, "I thought it time to take control of our sex games."
Leaning over him, she took one of his nipples in her mouth. Rising up, he arched his back, completely stunned by the electric feelings coursing through his body.
"Shit, woman! Don't do that!"
"But why not?" she murmured against his chest, laving his nipple with her tongue. The air conditioner had obviously turned itself back on first thing in the morning, making the air chilly. Lily took advantage of the cool air to help make his nipple stand erectly to attention, her warm breath teasing him with how achingly hot her mouth could be. Andrew tugged at his restraints, unable to believe how erotic her ministrations felt.
"Because..." he mumbled, trying to order his scattered wits, "because...I don't know, shouldn't it be me teasing you in the restraints? I never realized you had dominatrix fantasies."
"Ahh," his vixen purred, "I thought you happened to meet me at Susy's party. I thought we happened to meet by chance. I didn't realize you were Andrew from work, the company's genius and secret weapon, the manager who happened to be in the cafeteria most times I took my lunch break."
Andrew felt his body temperature rise. He couldn't see shit and, with his sight gone, all his senses were heightened. Every breath she puffed over his body sent his blood pumping; every touch of her hair draped over his skin, every caress from her hands, her arms, her legs, every skin-on-skin contact drove him madder. Was it possible to expire from over stimulation?
Desperately, he urged his brain to come up with some plausible explanation. With Lily touching his skin, setting his senses on fire and teasing him as he lay helpless, he didn't have a hope in hell.
"I overheard you talking to Darla about Susy's masquerade party and taking this time off. I've been meaning for months to approach you but either you were snowed under with work or I was heading out of state on business."
Panting, Andrew tried to understand what the hell was going on. Lily was fondling his balls, weighing them in her hands and gently manipulating them, toying with them and driving him insane.
"Lily! Let me free. I can pleasure you and we can talk about this. How can you be mad after the ecstasy we shared?"
"Oh, I'm not mad, Andrew, just...curious."
"About what?" he panted, hoping like hell something would turn in his favor.
"I'm curious what this will do to your body."
Andrew arched up, crying out in pleasure, a guttural, incoherent sound of pleasure as she took his red-hot tip into her mouth, sucking hard on him.
With a wet pop sound, she pulled her mouth away, ignoring his moan of disapproval. "Or maybe curiosity about how men react to this..."
Lily tasted and teased, touched and probed him. Andrew began to burn with desire and the ache to possess her. She touched him intimately, taught herself his every crease and hidden spot. She found his sensitive flesh between his balls and anus, found his ticklish spots on his side, just underneath his ribs. Her warm fingers explored him all over. She murmured to him, talking about how interesting she found his body, how his reactions to her explorations turned her on and how excited and damp she became as he reacted to her.
She drove him mad with desire.
Andrew promised himself as soon as he were free he would bind and gag her, so her soft, femininely husky voice couldn't drive him mad any longer. So her sweet words wouldn't drive his lust even hotter.
He would bind her to his bed and keep her there a year or so until he had sated himself.
"And now," she purred, unknowing of his raging lust and simmering frustrations, "I think I'm ready for a ride."
Earlier, when he still had been sleeping peacefully, she had sheathed him in a condom. She had enjoyed rolling it over his thick length with her mouth, encasing him in the latex but, more importantly, her heated, damp mouth. When he had realized he was wearing a rubber, he had thought she would put him out of his misery quickly and sate both their rising lusts. But she had proved him wrong, teasing him and taunting him verbally and with her delicate hands.
He cried out as he felt her straddle his waist, felt her damp slit press into his stomach. Her hands had begun to toy with his nipples again. Never had he realized just how sensitive a man's nipples could prove to be. Who would have guessed? He bit his lip, tasted the blood that flowed from the tiny cut. He had spent ages begging her, now he refused to beg any more. He would rather go insane with the unrequited lust.
He did, however, groan as she lowered herself along his thick, incredibly engorged shaft. He held on to his control by the thinnest of threads. He was so hot, so primed to explode, he knew the merest friction would send him spilling himself like a seventeen-year-old youth, a horny teenager with the least amount of experience. Andrew refused to disgrace himself, even if he had been provoked so badly.
Yet as Lily raised and lowered herself, he felt his control unravel.
"Faster," he panted, canting his hips and bucking her. "Move faster, Lily, or this will be over before you've even begun."
"My," she panted, her voice betraying her own excitement, "impatient, aren't we?"
"Not impatient, love," he bit out, desperately holding onto his control, forcing himself not to come this instant, "practical. There's only so far you can push a man before he explodes and I'm mighty close to the point."
"Well then, we best see what we can do to help you."
With that, Lily began thrusting herself upon him in fierce, forceful strokes. The delicious sensations had them both moaning, both enjoying the sensitive friction between their flesh.
With a cry, he felt Lily begin to milk him, her contractions allowing him to finally release himself. He desperately wished he could hold her hips still while he thrust himself up into her, faster and more forcefully. Instead, he had to hold on to the headboard, digging his fingers into the wrought iron lacework, until he felt sure either it or he would break. Yet he didn't care; the pain helped him to concentrate, to focus. Lily held onto his shoulders, bracing herself as he thrust himself deep inside her pussy. He shouted out, finally letting himself convulse and heave, pressing his cock as deeply inside her as he could possibly fit.
Andrew panted, tried to catch his breath as Lily fell down on his warm chest.
"That was certainly interesting. Are you going to release me now or am I playing captive slave a while longer?"
Lily blinked and nuzzled her head into the warmth of Andrew's chest. Had she really tied this man to his own bed and had her wicked way with him? Such stuff usually only resided in her fantasies, not her reality.
Wearily lifting her head, she visually confirmed that yes, she did have a stud from work tied with his own silk ties to the hotel bed. He had a mask covering his eyes and beads of sweat running down the side of his face. His arm muscles seemed to twitch with the force of his earlier release.
Mmm...this hunk was definitely a superior specimen of masculinity, certain to make her drool.
The question was, should she release him?
Why not? one side of her debated. You took charge of him once. You can do it again.
Sure, except for the fact he was asleep and tied up when we took charge of him, the other side of her mind insisted.
"Well?" Andrew drawled, seemingly in no hurry either way.
Hesitantly, Lily sat up and leaned over him. She fumbled a bit with the knots; they had been pulled exceedingly tight during the course of their passion. Finally, one broken nail later, she managed to release both his wrists.
Sitting back, poised to flee, she watched him lift his own hands, shake some feeling into them and remove his mask.
Dark brown eyes clashed with her own lighter brown ones.
"Do you think we'll know how to do it without one of us masked?"
Lily smiled, relieved he was taking this so well. Her body relaxed. So it took her completely by surprise when he pounced across the bed and pinned her down, spread-eagle, on the enormous mattress.
"What the...? You sneak!"
Andrew laughed, feeding her fury. "Look on the bright side, darling, I have no intention of tying you down or blindfolding you, much as I fantasized about it while you had me trussed up like a turkey."
Lily pouted. "I just felt a need for some revenge. I felt deceived when I realized you had known who I was all along and I had no idea who you were."
"Don't worry, honey, as of now the slate is blank. You've had your revenge and I had my seduction. We're starting out even now."
Lily laughed huskily, "Oh, a clean slate. Well, that sounds incredibly interesting. So you won't retaliate if I touch you here." Lily lowered her hand and gently scraped one nail along his hairy sac. Andrew uttered a sound somewhere between a groan and a girlish shriek.
"Uh..."
Lily chortled, and continued to massage the sensitive flesh underneath his hugely upstanding erection through the ultra-thin latex. Touching him as much as possible, she removed the condom, sliding across the bed to wrap it in some tissues and pass him a few to clean himself up.
Dropping the used condom in the wastebasket, she came back next to him on the bed feeling much better and in control of herself and her emotions.
"So you won't retaliate if I lean over and do this," she murmured as she placed herself over his hips and lowered her head to lave and nibble the skin under his scrotum.
Between one breath and the next, Lily found herself roughly turned over onto her back and pinned by two large, powerful, hairy arms.
"No, darling," he purred, "I won't retaliate. I'll simply reciprocate the torture."
So saying, he lowered his head, his heated breath causing her nipples to come to painful arousal and he teased, nibbled and taunted her hot flesh with his teeth and tongue. Lily found herself moaning, twisting in his embrace and enjoying their erotic play.
Refusing to simply lie back and let him do all the work, she found a few of his sensitive spots and they both enjoyed teasing and taunting each other.
Dawn crept over the horizon, beautiful in its brilliant colors, welcoming the new day to one and all. But Lily and Andrew were far too occupied to even notice the brilliance of the new day.
Ah yes. A new day, a new set of perfect lovers. Nothing like setting up a matched pair and these two certainly know how to set the sheets alight! It does my old soul proud to see such--- Hang on a minute! Why is Mr. Highwayman, our resident Romeo, crawling out of bed? Pacing up and down like a nervous mother hen?
Hmm...seems our dear boy has a few qualms. I do wonder what is going on in that oddly masculine head of his. I do understand how some of the less magnificent examples of the masculine breed can second-guess themselves into a pit but I had hoped Our Esteemed Highwayman wasn't one of these.
Oh well, let's hope I can get his attention and help out our dear old Lily with whatever maggot has entered his mind...
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When Andrew woke up for the second time that morning, he could feel the mandatory post-sexual-romp aches and pains in his body. They were a delicious ache and a good long soak in the tub would certainly ease them. He tightened his hold on Lily, still sleeping soundly next to him. Everything had just seemed to click into place, fall into his open palm like a perfect ripe plum.
Andrew frowned.
He didn't want to borrow trouble but surely everything had clicked into place a little too easily.
Being extra careful not to wake up Lily, he crawled out of bed. How was it Lily didn't get upset when she realized his identity? Why didn't she enact the usual female scene of tears and recriminations? He certainly felt grateful none of those had occurred but why did everything seem to move so smoothly?
Pacing up and down the room, feeling rather stupid, Andrew headed toward the bathroom. A shower would clear his head and everything would be fine. He could wait for the luxurious bath until after Lily had woken up, and maybe even until after breakfast or lunch, seeing as the morning was now mostly over.
As he headed toward the bathroom, Andrew noticed a glint of blue light. The morning sun reflected from one of the beads on Lily's beautiful, satin mask. It lay on the floor, probably where she had dropped it when she had awakened so early in the morning.
It was a gorgeous old thing. He bent down to pick it up, not wanting to step on it later by accident and ruin the silky satin and exquisite beadwork.
As his hand closed over it, Andrew thought he felt a jolt of electricity flow through him. Blinking, he wondered at his imagination. He mustn't have had as much sleep as he thought. Looking at the old mask, he smiled at the fool notion that popped into his head.
Why not try it on? his brain urged. Mentally shrugging, he brought the delicate mask up to his face, and placed it firmly over his own features.
The faint electric pulse he had felt when picking it up returned again. Instead of seeing the rest of the hotel room, as he had anticipated, Andrew saw flashes of the night before.
Lily underneath him, open to him, stretching upwards, embracing him, taking all of him inside her wet warmth. Andrew felt his breath hitch as the scene melded and became later on, as she had straddled him. She looked glorious, riding him hard, panting and taking all of him as he lay beneath her, bound and blindfolded.
Andrew felt his blood pressure rise as scene after erotic scene flashed before him. He couldn't understand exactly how it worked, but he seemed to not only view the incredibly erotic scenes, but he felt his own reactions simultaneously feeling what Lily felt.
On and on the erotic snapshots flashed before his eyes, showing him and Lily locked in almost every erotic embrace imaginable. Strangely enough, he saw both erotic acts they had performed and also acts they had not performed. Each picture, however, melded into a mural of mouthwateringly erotic acts.
Side by side, one on top of the other, backwards, standing, over and over the scenes of him and Lily so intimately entwined flashed before him. The visuals were so erotic, so decadent, they made him bone-hard with the need to create these scenes in the flesh instead of just in his imagination.
Just as he was about to remove the mask, he heard Lily sitting up in the big bed.
"Why are you wearing my mask, Andrew?"
He whipped the mask off, stunned by the visions of the last few minutes.
"Uh, just looking."
Lily frowned. Andrew felt surprised to see her pull the comforter up over herself, covering herself from the neck down.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, each one thinking their own thoughts.
Lily broke the heavy silence first. "Where do we go from here?" she asked him softly.
Andrew smiled. He knew how women liked to hear positives and affirmations the morning after fantastic sex. Even better, he knew he could truthfully give them to her. He wanted Lily to be a part of his life; he just wanted to start with small steps. No need to rush into anything.
"Well, I was thinking about taking a bath together, resting up all those aching muscles. And then we can order in some breakfast and spend the day indoors. You have a week, right?" He smiled at her confirming nod, continuing jovially. "Well, I have the next two days off before I have to return to work, so I thought we could make the best of them."
Lily's frown deepened and Andrew felt himself sweat a bit. What else could she possibly be asking?
"I meant, after we leave New Orleans. When we return back home."
"Oh." He breathed a sigh of relief. If that was all she fretted over then maybe there wasn't anything to worry about. "I assumed we'd continue our affair. See each other outside of work, on weekends maybe..." he trailed off when his words sounded lame, even to his own ears.
Lily nodded. "Baby steps, huh? We share fantastic sex and I get to mold myself into your life. You keep your cushy job, while I get to hang around and wait until you return from another trip and we can fuck again."
Andrew opened his mouth as she climbed out of the bed and began to hunt around for her clothes.
"Lily, it's not like that and you know it. I want you to be part of my life but I don't see why we should make such a big deal out of something that's only just beginning. What's the problem with taking small steps at the start?"
Andrew watched as Lily pulled her gown down over her head. Even crinkled and squashed from a night on the floor, she still looked amazing.
Lily sighed. "You're right. I know you are. I just think I need to go back to my hotel, soak alone in my bath and change into some jeans. What say we meet up for lunch before you head back to work tomorrow?"
Andrew ran an agitated hand through his hair. He felt frustrated at the feeling of losing control of the situation. He hadn't been planning on leaving until late tomorrow evening but maybe a bit of breathing space would do them both good. Once they brought their affair back into the real world, instead of the glitzy, glamorous world of the Mardi Gras, everything would hopefully settle back down.
Taking her arm and leading her to the door, he kissed her. Running his tongue across her plump lower lip, he enjoyed her taste, the taste of himself on her.
Finally pulling back, forcing himself to open the door and let go of her arm, he named a well-known café halfway between their hotels. "Let's meet up for a late lunch in, say, two hours. That should give us both plenty of time to cool down and see where we want to go. I seriously doubt there will be many people around anyway---the Mardi Gras went well into the late hours of the morning. We shouldn't have any trouble getting a table."
Lily smiled and ran a hand down his chest, arrowing toward his cock.
"Yeah. Maybe a bit of air will clear everything up."
Winking and swishing her hips as she walked down the corridor, Andrew watched his woman leave and questioned his sanity. No one else had ever had him standing naked watching a gorgeous woman leave his hotel room, uncaring if the entire world would come and watch his stupidity. Thankfully the corridor was deserted after such a long night.
He probably should have seduced her, forced her to listen to him while they both lay sated in his big bed. Yet he didn't want to push his skittish woman; more than likely it would only serve to make her dig in her heels even more.
Sighing, he closed the door and sank against it. He desperately needed that shower. Not only to wash the sweat and smell of sex from his body, but also to relieve some of the tenseness from the muscles in his arms and legs that seemed determined to cramp.
He had two hours to lay out his plan of attack and, at the moment, he didn't have a clue as to what to do to convince Lily to commit to him.
Lily sat in the corner booth of the old style café and fiddled with her double chocolate mocha latte. Wrinkling her nose, she tried to sort out her thoughts again. Sure, Andrew was a splendidly built man, bulky and muscular in all the right places, lean and lithe in all the other right places. Yet she wasn't sure she felt ready to commit to one man just yet. The magic and fantasy of the Mardi Gras had seemed to penetrate her brain and make her crazy.
Stupidly, she had hoped by pushing him to commit she would scare him off. How could she have known it wouldn't have worked? It certainly was enough for any other man of her experience! Try to get a commitment out of any other breathing male and they ran a mile. Yet Andrew was happy to commit, only he wanted to move slowly. For a moment she had wondered if she was still dreaming or if she had suddenly become the commitment-shy male and he the commitment-hungry female.
She didn't know too much about Andrew back in their normal lives. She didn't know where he lived, whether he rented or owned, or even if he wanted to own his own house. She didn't know anything about his family, how close he was to his siblings or parents, or even how he felt about children! Their masquerade ball had circumnavigated all the usual dating issues and they had landed squarely in bed in the one night stand basket.
As Lily had fallen asleep after their mini-romp in the bondage arena, she had planned on waking up after a brief nap, dressing herself and sneaking out of the hotel room. It would have been easy to avoid any of Andrew's attempts to regain contact and then pretend nothing had happened.
But no. He had to wake up first. Not even asking the classically annoying, taboo-morning-after-questions had dampened his enthusiasm. And now she had no idea how she felt. She didn't know if she wanted to turn their fantasy into a reality. Most women would rush to grasp this opportunity with both hands, yet Lily found herself hesitating.
She knew herself well enough to know that, after the incredible sex the previous night, there was no way could she move back to the platonic "getting-to-know-you" stage that began many relationships. Yet neither could she jump from one night of fantasy and incredible sex into a serious, committed relationship.
The problem she faced seemed to be how to work a relationship where one had begun in the middle? They had skipped past the usual icebreaking questions of how many siblings and what sort of relationship with their family one had, and dived directly into the screaming, make-your-panties-wet orgasmic sex side of a relationship.
Stewing in her own questions and doubts for the past two hours hadn't really helped Lily either.
She had changed into one of her oldest pair of well-worn jeans. The soft denim molded her ass and had long ago become frayed at the cuffs. The denim was almost bare at the knees and ass. Only a whim of thinking she needed something comfortable to travel in had made her pack them. Lily wasn't a happy flyer. She wasn't scared but neither did she enjoy traveling by means other than car. They were the perfect comfort-and-thinking pair of jeans. While not indecent, she made sure to be careful how she bent over.
Lily hadn't cared about decency this morning; she simply wanted to be as comfortable as possible. With her already donned favorite pair of jeans, she pulled on her oldest and most stretched Winnie-the-Pooh navy blue T-shirt and a ratty woolen sweater.
Taking a spoonful of the frothy milk from the top of her latte, Lily pondered whether she would be able to bear drinking it if she added any more sugar.
More sugar at this point would possibly make her think better but the alternate reaction her body might give would have her bouncing off the walls, or even going into cardiac arrest from sugar overload.
Before she could make up her mind, she could feel her highwayman enter the café.
Andrew. She reminded herself. He wasn't her highwayman any longer; he was simply a man who worked in the same company as she. Andrew.
Lily looked up from her latte and felt her breath catch. Not your highwayman, hmm? Her brain mocked her earlier determination.
Andrew passed the other customers, not even glancing at them. He seemed purely focused on her. He wore fresh black jeans, with no stains, no apparent wearing and a designer label she would bet large amounts of money would be sewn in on the back pocket. A dark navy blue shirt gave some light to his dark hair, still wet from his recent shower. Squirming, Lily felt slightly underdressed.
Immediately, she straightened in her seat, proud in her appearance. She might not be as spick-and-span as the man looming over her table but she looked mostly neat and presentable with the ratty sweater, which she had removed after her walk, resting on her lap. As long as she didn't split her jeans open later in the day, she might be able to pass off merely being hung over and looking for comfort, instead of heartsick and on a binge.
"Hey there, Andrew," she greeted the man, idly waving one hand toward the empty seat opposite her in the booth. "I've just got my chocolate mocha--- Oh, here she is," she mumbled as the waitress fairly knocked the other patrons down in her eagerness to come and serve the new studly customer.
Spooning some more of the frothy milk into her mouth and sucking on the spoon, Lily watched, amused, as the young girl stammered and drooled all over Andrew. Seems like some people didn't get lucky last night at the carnival, she snickered to herself.
The busty waitress did everything to make Andrew pay attention to her exceptionally large cleavage except actually pull her shirt off for the poor man. Lily felt relieved when Andrew smiled and replied to her enquiries politely, and then ordered a short black. Realizing her time here was over, the waitress huskily informed Andrew, "If there's anything else you'd like to order...?"
Andrew smiled politely, much to Lily's amusement, and said they'd like to wait to order their lunch until after their drinks. The waitress slinked away, making sure to add an extra swing in her hips as she negotiated the tables.
Lily laughed. "'If there's anything else you want...'" she teased softly, running her finger along the rim of her cup suggestively.
Andrew leaned in, crowding Lily and giving her a whiff of his spicy cologne.
"From you, my dear, I might just take you up on that offer, so be careful what you say."
Lily sat back in the booth. "Well, at least you have a sense of humor."
"Afraid I wouldn't?"
Lily frowned and considered the question seriously. "I was just thinking before you came in. We seemed to have missed the 'getting-to-know-you' stage most relationships have. We seemed to have jumped into the middle without actually realizing what sort of relationship we have."
Andrew leaned back into the booth and stretched his legs out beneath the table. Lily felt his jeans-clad leg brush past hers. Shocked at the current that ran from him to her, she lifted one leg and crossed it underneath her.
"Well," he said, eyes twinkling merrily, "that's an awful lot of big words for so early in the day."
Lily snorted. "It's early afternoon."
Andrew smiled as the busty waitress placed his coffee in front of him, making sure to shove her breasts as close to his face as she dared.
"Yes, but as you know, darling, neither of us slept much last night."
Lily felt a blush creep across her face as the waitress shot her an envious glance. Lily kept her mouth closed until the poor girl had sashayed over to a group of four snappishly grumpy men in one corner, obviously still hung over from their party last night.
"Okay, okay," she sighed. "You're a stud-muffin. I certainly know it, the poor waitress knows it, every woman with blood and breath in her body would know it. My point is, where do we go from here?"
"I tried to answer that last question and it had you freaking out on me. How about this time you offer a solution?"
Lily sipped her drink, enjoying the mingled tastes of coffee and chocolate. She needed to be careful here. She wanted to entice Andrew into continuing their sexual affair, but give herself time and room to breathe.
"How about we continue the affair, but try to keep it quiet? If we can keep the sexual side away from work, we can probably start to date during our lunch breaks without raising much suspicion or angst from work. That way, we can get to know one another, but also continue the incredible sexual side of what we have. What do you think?"
Lily found herself holding her breath as Andrew looked at her. After a moment, when she felt sure he was going to tear her plan to shreds, he smiled, picked up his tiny cup and took a sip of his coffee.
"That sounds perfect."
Feeling a huge grin spread across her face, Lily felt her spirits lighten like never before. "Fantastic. Let's get your little waitress over again. Suddenly I am ravenous. Man, I could eat a whole cow right now."
Laughing, they picked up their menus and started chatting. Lily had never laughed as much as she did with Andrew. He had a wicked sense of humor and she found a surprisingly large number of points they agreed on.
The extra large chicken and pineapple pizza with barbeque sauce, which they bought to share, quickly disappeared as they laughed and talked and shared their opinions and details. Lily enjoyed the surprisingly mature and romantic outlook on life Andrew seemed to have. The time and pizza easily slipped away and, before she knew it, she was beating him by mere seconds to the last slice of pizza, literally snatching it just out of his grasp.
She laughed as she took a giant-sized bite out of it and offered him a bite.
"I need to keep my energy up," he complained good-naturedly. "How am I supposed to keep up with you if you steal the last slice?"
Lily smiled around the slice, taking her time. Enjoying the dilating of his pupils, she slowly, slowly opened her lips, slid her mouth along the slice, then bit down gently into the soft dough. Moving her lips away, she began to chew, daintily flicking her tongue out to pick up any of the sauce that might have escaped.
Lily enjoyed watching Andrew squirm and groan at her naughty play. Biting into the crust, she rubbed her sneaker-clad foot against his strong leg.
"We need to go for a walk," he insisted, bringing out his wallet and leaving a number of bills on their table. Lily happily popped the last of the slice into her mouth and wiped her hands on a napkin.
He easily caught her hand and helped her out of the booth, half-dragging her out of the small café.
Laughing, she let him lead her wherever he wanted---for now.
Andrew looked out onto the half-dead street. Everywhere there were signs of the Carnival last night. Streamers, beads and stars were scattered everywhere. Strange how he hadn't noticed them earlier, when he walked from his hotel room to the café to meet Lily.
Lily.
She had taken over his mind, taken over his heart and soul sometime over the last few days or months when he hadn't been looking. She had just been teasing him with the pizza, yet he now had the intense desire to take her, brand her, make her his in every way.
There were a few people roaming the street, one or two couples who seemed to be only now heading home from a full night and day of partying.
Andrew smiled, he could well understand the feeling. If he hadn't been so desperate for Lily, both then and now, he, too, might have spent over twenty-four hours at a party.
Turning away from the direction of both their hotels, Andrew led Lily across the street and down the block. He knew from his research there should be a secluded park a few blocks away. He had intended to take one of the recommended nature trails if things hadn't worked out.
Now, he could think of a few perfectly natural things to show and do with Lily. Even though it was the middle of the day, the city seemed quite deserted, licking its wounds and recovering from the incredible party last night, and the one to surely follow later tonight after the sun set.
Andrew grinned and bent down to retrieve one of the many strings of beads.
Looping it over Lily's head, he smiled as she grinned back at him.
"Where are we going, hot stuff?" she easily inquired.
"Why, the park, sexy," he just as easily replied.
For a moment, Lily's eyes widened and he wondered what it was he had said to cause that reaction. A smile quickly replaced the flare of surprise and...desire? Anticipation? He couldn't really put his finger on it.
"Sounds good," she laughingly said, causing his stomach to flip.
Andrew shook his head and held her hand. If they only had the rest of the day and night, he wanted to use as much of it as possible to convince her they belonged together, forever.
\*
Lily didn't know what it was exactly about the park, or more accurately, nature paths that reminded her of...something...but they did seem vaguely familiar. Obviously the Council had wanted to bring in some of the native plants and agriculture into the middle of the city and a winding, bending group of walks had been the result. They were green and lush, yet compact enough to only take up a half block of room or so.
They were beautiful, yet Lily knew she had never been here.
Shaking her head, she smiled, knowing she probably just felt the excitement and magic of the moment and being with Andrew.
They chose a path at random, and meandered their way along the soft trail, stopping every now and then to pause and read the description of a certain flower or tree. When they were well out of sight of a casual passerby, Andrew let go of her hand.
Turning in surprise, Lily opened her mouth to ask what he was doing. Before she could ask, however, he bent forward and kissed her.
"Run, Lily," he whispered to her.
"Huh?" Blinking, trying to focus her cloudy, lust-riddled thoughts, she couldn't understand what he meant.
"I want to chase you. You do know how to play Chase, right? You run, I run after you and when I catch you I can do what I want to you."
Lily smiled. "Confident you'll catch me, huh?"
The smile that Andrew gave her was in itself answer enough. Lily arched an eyebrow, amused at how confident he felt.
"I'll always catch you, Lily-girl, remember that---always."
Her eyebrow raised even further at such male arrogance, Lily made a face at him, then turned and ran off into the trees. Dodging and weaving, she felt laughter bubble up in her throat.
Stopping behind a tree, Lily turned and peered around the thick trunk. She could hear Andrew nearby, his feet crunching between the twigs and dried leaves. Deciding to tease him a little, she called out to her lover.
"If I can hide from you, does this mean I can tie you up again and make you my sex slave?"
Knowing her taunting would give him an indication of where she hid, she carefully moved to a different tree, watching her feet, trying not to give away her movements.
There was a pause for a moment, then two. Lily looked around. Not seeing Andrew boosted her confidence, until he replied to her earlier jeer.
"Does that mean when I catch you, you will be my sexual slave for the night?"
The absolute conviction and masculine assurance in the words halted Lily. How the hell does a modern, confident woman respond to such a challenge?
Thinking hard, Lily turned around to flee once again, only to slam into a very solid, very masculine chest.
When she felt Andrew wrap his arms around her waist, Lily's breath escaped her lungs.
"Ah ha," he proclaimed, completely satisfied, "my slave for the evening."
Lily raised herself onto her tiptoes and kissed his mouth.
Feeling his hands loosen their hold, she wrenched herself away and quickly ran through the trees, running as far and as fast as she could. Teasing about binding Andrew up was one thing; allowing him to bind her up without any sort of fight was completely another.
From the heavy footfalls sounding behind her, Lily knew he was in hot pursuit. The chase spurred her on more. Running, panting for her breath, Lily dodged and weaved between the trees, hoping to lose Andrew. If she could just get her sense of direction back for a moment, she could point herself toward the hotel and meet Andrew back at his room.
Feeling a stitch form in her side, Lily looked around. Not seeing Andrew pounding behind her, she stopped to get her bearings.
Turning around, she realized, even though she couldn't be that far away from the street, she had no idea which direction to turn. Panting hard, catching her breath, she turned around a few times in a circle. Everything looked the same.
The snap of a twig directly behind her had her gasping and turning, only to see Andrew come out behind a tree.
"That," he chastised, waggling his index finger at her, "was a low-down, mean and dirty trick. Baffling me with the lust of your kisses and then running off on me was sneaky, underhanded and has made me harder than a pole."
Smiling, Lily shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for trying."
Andrew took one last step between them, closing the distance.
"You're not really scared of me tying you up, are you? You know I'd never do anything you didn't like."
Lily smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I know, but I couldn't just tamely submit to you either. Without a bit of a challenge, you'd never really enjoy your reward, would you?"
"Mmm," he murmured, "speaking of rewards---"
Lily felt Andrew press his lips against hers. Almost chastely, he let the gentle press of his lips bear down on hers. When she felt his tongue dart out between his lips, seeking entrance, she held no reservations in opening her lips to meet his.
The sun beat down on them. In the distance she could hear the odd car driving down the street, yet it almost seemed as if they were in their own little world, separate and apart from everyone and everything.
When Lily felt Andrew's hands slide under her sweater and T-shirt, she shuddered with the pleasure he could bring her. Her nipples pebbled and she arched into his touch.
When he pulled his hand away, firmly replacing her sweater, she pulled away from the kiss, clearly at a loss.
"Not here. Let's go back to my room. I think I want you properly tied up so I can take my time with you," he smiled, showing only eager anticipation at the thought of having her to himself.
Smiling, Lily let him take her hand and lead her out of the park.
Lily pulled to test one arm on the same crumpled silk tie. Her circulation was in no way impeded and the tie did not chafe on her skin, yet she could barely move her arms an inch to either side.
"You haven't done this before by any chance, have you?" she asked more from nerves than any real desire to learn his sexual history.
The masculine, feral grin he gave her had her pause a moment.
"Tell me you're not some deviant sexual dominant, eager to devour young maidens and corrupt a woman into your bondage sexual slave for life?"
Lily felt her heart accelerate at the only half-jesting manner she asked the question.
When Andrew threw his head back and laughed his familiar laugh, genuinely finding humor in her query, she felt herself relax a bit.
"Lily-girl, I've never tied a woman up, either for her pleasure or my own. You're the first, I promise. It just doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out the balance between tight enough to keep you in place, but loose enough not to cause you harm. Relax, I have a feeling we're both going to enjoy this."
Her doubt fully assuaged, Lily leaned back into the mountain of pillows Andrew had put at her back for her comfort, and spread her legs invitingly.
"Well then," she purred, "aren't you a little overdressed for this party? I seem to be fully naked and bound, as ordered, yet you seem to still have pants on."
Lily felt her body dip slightly as Andrew climbed onto the bed with her. Earlier, he had removed his boots and socks, his shirt and the belt buckling his jeans. When he had moved to begin to strip her, she had shuddered at his sensitive touch, his gentle caresses. For a minute or two, she had truly thought they wouldn't reach the binding stage.
Yet he had exhibited far more restraint than she could lay claim to. When she had been gutturally begging him to take her, to thrust inside her, he had pulled away from her burning body. He had removed her panties, swiped one teasing lick of her creaming cunt and stood up to stare at her spread body. After looking his fill, he had positioned her hands as he wished them, and bound her with his crumpled silk ties.
Even now, he simply kneeled on the bed, staring at her as if she were some pagan goddess spread before him for his enjoyment alone. Feeling herself creaming, eager to begin their play, Lily spread her legs wider, invitingly, eager to rekindle the heat he had created when stripping her.
When he bent over her body and dipped to kiss her neck, Lily felt her heartbeat accelerate again. He seemed so gentle, so self-possessed, she felt it hard to believe he was as turned on as she.
Lily had never thought she had bondage fantasies but she was desperate to feel his penetration, felt as if a fire burned beneath her skin. The simple act of restricting the movements of her hands turned her on incredibly. The feeling of giving over control, of being able to lose herself in her passions and desires, was an incredibly erotic feeling she had never been able to indulge in with any of her other lovers.
She wasn't convinced she would ever let Andrew, or any other lover, do this to her again. She wasn't even certain she would enjoy sex being bound but the foreplay, the mental images crossing her mind, heating her blood, was more than enough for her to be a willing participant at the moment.
Andrew gently bit down at the juncture between her neck and shoulder and an electric feeling arched from his heated mouth through to her erect nipples and all the way down into her creaming pussy.
"Oh!" she cried out, unable to articulate anything else. She felt Andrew smile against her skin.
"Felt that all the way down into your cunt, didn't you, love? This is one of your erogenous zones---one of the most common zones in the female body, even though every woman is different. You must tell me how this feels."
When his warm hands began to caress her chest and the globes of her breasts as well as her bare and twisting torso, Lily knew she was in for a long night of intensive lovemaking.
Having her hands bound almost seemed to heighten her senses. As she couldn't move her hands, couldn't be thinking about how to please him, it made her concentrate more fully on how he pleasured her. It didn't fully make sense but, in the red-hot haze of passion, desire and lust that fully overtook her, Lily understood what was happening.
For what seemed like hours, Andrew carefully built the fire raging in her. He touched her gently, he ran his hands, his tongue, his lips and all the soft parts of his body over her. He traced and tasted every inch of her body, inside and out. He ate her to a raging, screaming orgasm that rocked her world and blew her away. Then calmly, as if he were completely unaware of the earth-shatteringly intense pleasure he had given her, went back to nibbling on her skin and setting the fire to burn again.
Lily thought she would go mad from the love and lust he incited in her.
As the afternoon waned into the evening, Andrew didn't even pause for breath. She could feel his cock, iron-hard and obviously in desperate need of release, cased inside his pants. Yet even when she begged him to enter her, he would tease her, licking her with his tongue, or teasing her with his fingers. He had lovely fingers, long and thick, but, even as he entered two or three into her, they were insufficient to slake her burning desire for his shaft. Nothing else would be able to ease the desperate ache inside her.
And still he teased her.
She cried for him. She begged him. She pleaded with him to complete her.
And still he teased her.
It was agony. It was ecstasy. It was better than any fantasy she had ever dreamed, yet it was still not enough and she didn't understand why. She had her stud, satisfying her every craving, bar one, and still she begged, pleaded for the one thing he hadn't given her.
As she screamed out her third orgasm, feeling the aching, pleasurable, but still somehow painful peak rip through her body, tears entered her eyes. Somehow she didn't feel complete without him inside her and that knowledge, more than anything else, worried her.
As Andrew watched Lily's body convulse and clamp around his drenched fingers in her third orgasm, he felt himself begin to sweat.
He had always dreamed of having a luscious woman, bound and naked for him to perform all kinds of erotic acts upon. And he indeed loved having his Lily-girl spread before him for his pleasure. Yet he ached to be inside her, ached to possess her. Feeling her body spread even wider after she came down from her climax, he could no longer deny himself or her. She had been pleading from her second climax for him to possess her, yet he had wanted to make sure she was ready, had completely forgotten her act of trust in letting him bind her.
He hadn't exactly been selfish, yet a part of him relished the knowledge that she trusted him so deeply.
With far more haste than grace, he shed his pants, smiling sourly at how eagerly his cock leapt from his pants.
He was more than ready.
He bent down, inhaling the salty, tangy, feminine scent of Lily once more.
"No!" she cried out, surprising him, "don't you dare eat me again, Andrew! Fuck me right now or I swear I will never smile at you again."
He smiled, amused at her threat. Strangely enough, it held enough threat to make him pay attention.
"My lady is eager," he teased.
"Your lady is about to jump you, bound or not."
Andrew held her hips, cupped her as delicately as if she were made of thin china. She was so precious to him, he feared to hurt her with his aching desire.
"Right now, Andrew, or I swear you'll regret it."
Laughing aloud, never having had so much fun and enjoyment with any other woman in his life, Andrew pulled himself back. Taking a deep breath, knowing their marathon bout of incredible sex was about to come to an end, he plunged himself balls-deep with one fierce, firm stroke.
Amazingly, almost instantly, Lily began to convulse around him. She screamed a high, almost unheard, scream of completion. He felt her womb contract around him, her walls milking him, her grasping him as if he were the last thing in the world.
He groaned, determined to last more than one stroke. Drawing back, he felt amazed as Lily wound her legs around him, pulling him closer into her. Not even a few inches removed from her, he thrust himself back in her and, amazingly, began to spurt his seed. His shaft ached, burned inside her as his seed poured forth inside her womb.
He felt as if a bomb had detonated in his balls. His shaft was like a burning beacon, pouring his essence, his very soul, deep into Lily. He came over and over, hoarsely crying out his ecstasy.
When he finally finished convulsing, he fell to his side, still entwined with Lily, unwilling or unable to let her go. He gasped his breath back into his lungs, unsure when he had stopped breathing.
Lying there tangled with her, feeling her warm and pliant, probably half unconscious in his arms, he felt a peace settle over him. As if with that one remarkable act of trust and faith, they had sealed their relationship.
Andrew listened to his heart rate settle, felt his body relax and return to normal. Sitting up with a jerk, he leaned over Lily to unbind her.
"Sorry, sweetie, I didn't forget exactly...but I didn't precisely plan it either. The blood is only just now returning to important organs like my brain."
The sweet, sensitive smile she directed sleepily at him melted his heart. Getting up, he retrieved the comforter from where he had earlier moved it and snuggled next to her in the giant bed, covering them both.
"I'm clean and I know you wouldn't have done it if you weren't clean either. I trust you, hon. We can order dinner and pack later, and then exchange boring things like tests and all when we get back. What say we just lie here and pretend we're not sleeping for now?"
"Sounds good to me..." she huskily murmured and Andrew knew she was asleep before she had even finished the thought.
Andrew checked himself once more in his own private bathroom. Grateful to not have any one of the other men peering over his shoulder at his sweating palms and constant stupid fiddling with his hair, he cursed at his own nerves.
It was quite late, after seven on a Friday evening, and so he found himself hedging his bets that there wouldn't be anyone else around the offices. He sincerely hoped there wouldn't be anyone else around at this hour. Tucking one last stray lock of hair away from his face, he took a deep breath.
Stop procrastinating, you jerk, and get on with it.
Looking back down into his gym bag, which now held the crumpled remnants of his business suit, he bent down and picked out the last item. He had already donned his highwayman pants, his black shirt and the cape. Only the facemask remained.
Holding the black mask in his hands, he wondered again at the lengths Lily had pushed him to.
One whole month of mind-blowing sex had passed. Each encounter miraculously seemed better than the last. It was the frustrating lunch dates she continued to insist they have each week that drove him insane.
If he happened to try and play footsie with her, she smote him with a glance. If he made even the mildest of risqué comments to her, she kicked him in the shins. If he dared look at her funny in front of her colleagues she gave him the longest lecture over the phone that evening.
Enough was enough. He had tried jumping through her hoops and all he had to show for it was a boner that never went away, and an astronomical dentist's bill for all the grinding of his teeth.
He had tried and tried to talk Lily into moving in with him or getting engaged to him. Nothing seemed to work. She insisted she wanted to "take her time". She said he couldn't possibly have fallen in love with her so quickly and he couldn't seem to convince her he was serious, that he wanted marriage, babies and the white picket fence.
He had had enough with the waiting and procrastinating. It was well past time she jumped through some of his fricking hoops and she could start with the three-day weekend he had planned for them both. No clothes allowed!
Zipping up his gym bag, he stashed it in the back of his office, hoping his suit and shirt wouldn't crease too badly with his gym gear. Anyone desperate enough to steal the crumpled suit was welcome to it. The two silk ties, however, he had stashed in his pants pockets. Those would undoubtedly come in handy later on in the evening.
Taking one last glance in the mirror, Andrew assured himself he looked as close to the same as he had that fateful Mardi Gras evening as possible. His mask in place, the cape flapping in the breeze, he smiled to his reflection and mentally wished himself the best of luck.
Let's hope I don't make a complete ass of myself.
Striding confidently out of the men's bathroom, Andrew headed down the corridor to the elevators. Even though the offices were deserted, he kept his head high, his posture firm and his strides confident. If he happened to pass someone, he had far more chance of brazening it out if he looked as if he lived here, rather than sneaking about stealthily.
Also, the security cameras were monitored and sneaking about seemed far more likely to gather their attention than striding purposefully about.
The elevator pinged and Andrew stepped in and pressed the floor number Lily should be working late on.
He couldn't believe how relieved he had felt when she cancelled their date tonight, insisting she had to work late on the finishing touches to her project. He knew she already had it perfect; she simply felt the need to nitpick at it.
Besides, he had briefly spoken to her boss when he had arranged for their annual leave. Her boss was more than satisfied with her work, had even hinted that the upcoming promotion was in the bag for her, yet still Lily fretted and worried.
He smiled. While Andrew-the-average-businessman might not have dared encroach on her work time, Andrew-the-highwayman felt no remorse at all about his upcoming plans.
The elevator pinged again and the doors slid open with barely a whisper of sound.
Andrew raised his head, cocked it at the arrogant angle he could easily picture any highwayman worth his salt holding it at. Striding forward again, he headed in the well-known direction of Lily's office. Though many of the lights still shone in the corridors and offices, thankfully each office he passed was empty.
He heard Lily before he could see her.
"So you see my problem, Darla?"
"Mmm," came the muffled response. Andrew paused, wondering what the hell she and Darla were doing. Lily's voice sounded thick. Not husky, but as if she were doing something with her mouth.
For the briefest of seconds, Andrew had a mental flash of Lily going down on Darla and then he shook his head.
No way. If Lily had planned anything like that and not invited him, he would kill her with his bare hands.
Reality intruded and he realized Lily didn't feel so inclined that way.
"Very tricky," came the muffled response from Darla. The clink of silverware on silver could be heard from Lily's small office. Andrew felt his breathing return to normal.
No lesbian voyeuristic fantasies would be played out tonight. He must be hornier than he realized.
Andrew tried to stifle his laughter, and continued into Lily's office anyway. The sight that greeted his eyes amazed him.
Feminine decadence abounded.
One crushed, empty pint of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey lay on the floor near the wastepaper basket. One almost empty pint of Phish Food lay on the desk, mostly-melted chocolate ice cream stickily seeping out the bottom.
An extra-large indulgence packet of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups spilled out over the paperwork spread helter-skelter across the desk. M&M's---both the chocolate variety as well as the peanut variety he noted, completely amused---and strawberries and cream also fought for space among the cluttered desktop.
Both girls had changed from their suits and jackets into baggy sweat suit pants and torn T-shirts.
Andrew raised an eyebrow as they scrambled to pick up the scattered suckers and clean up the mess from the ice cream with a man-sized box of tissues they had obviously brought for such a purpose.
"Andrew!" Lily cried out. "I thought you were going bowling with the guys."
"And I thought you were working late, my dear," he purred, not wanting to ruin the moment. He had never felt so amused, seeing Lily and her friend scramble to right the small office.
"This isn't what it seems," she panted as she finally collected the last of the chocolates from the desk.
"This isn't really a girls' night, as such," Darla confirmed, mopping up the dripping ice cream, "despite how it looks--- Why the hell are you wearing that outfit?"
Andrew leered at Darla and chuckled as she cringed back in confusion. Her comment about the mask had Lily stopping her collection of the candies and turning fully to face him.
"Oh my goodness. Andrew! You're not---"
Deciding his little pre-prepared speech was not meant for Darla's ears---why not let Lily embellish it herself after their weekend away?---he strode forward and scooped Lily up into his arms.
She shrieked, but didn't fight him and so, with a wink for Darla, he carried his woman back down the corridor and to the elevators.
\*
"So, the highwayman of my dreams returns?" Lily cooed in his ear as the elevator descended.
She smiled as her masked man turned to look down upon her. She was in her oldest, dowdiest "got-my-period-with-cramps-to-die-over-leave-me-the-hell-alone" clothes and his eyes still glittered as they had that first night when she had been dressed to kill.
"The nice, polite, patient Andrew didn't seem to be getting anywhere. We decided it was time for the highwayman to return. Highwaymen don't wait patiently and get their shins kicked for risqué comments. Highwaymen take what they want and damn the consequences."
Lily wriggled until he set her down on the floor. Keeping her arms wrapped around his neck, she pulled him down for a deep, drugging kiss. Neither one moved an inch as the elevator jolted to a halt and the doors opened softly.
"Freeze! Cops are on their way!"
Both Lily and Andrew broke apart, startled by the one well-known, supremely overweight security guard, shaking as he held his gun on them both.
"Uh, Niles, it's Andrew from..."
"Don't you talk to me, buddy. I've radioed the cops and the city's finest will be here in a moment for you. Let go of Miss Lily now."
Sighing, wondering why the hell old Niles wasn't snoozing or munching his nachos like normal, Andrew stuck his hands in the air. He felt it far safer for his piece of mind to keep his hands where Niles could see them. He would hate for the old man to have to give himself a heart attack by pulling the trigger of his gun.
"Darling, can you talk to him?"
Lily stepped out of his embrace and threw him a saucy glance.
"What happened to 'stand and deliver?'" she teased.
He glared at her.
Laughing, she exited the elevator and held Niles' hand, lowering his gun carefully.
"Niles, sweetie, you're the very best of security guards but this is Andrew Morrisey, from the Troubleshooting Division. Let him get his ID out, okay?"
Andrew dug into his pocket carefully and very slowly withdrew his swipe card. The photo was appalling but, as he removed his mask and handed over the card, the flush creeping up old Niles' face was enough to convince Andrew they were in the clear.
"Oh sir! I am so sorry, sir!"
"No problems, Niles. It's encouraging to know the women are safe at night. Though maybe you should call the cops. Lily and I are on our way out and, while I trust you implicitly, I wouldn't like our chances if the cops thought we were making a dash for it."
Fumbling, still apologizing for his actions, Niles hastily radioed the cops to explain the mess-up.
Lily stepped back toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck again. Replacing his mask, he bent down to kiss her fully.
A full minute later they broke apart, panting, as Niles got off his radio.
"Everything is clear now, sir. And again---"
"No problems, my man. Like I said, it makes me feel much better allowing Lily to work late to know you're on the job. Darla is still up there, though I doubt for much longer, so keep an eye out for her, okay?"
Niles nodded and opened the front door for them. Holding her hand tightly, Andrew hailed a cab, thanking Niles as the man shut the door behind them.
"To the airport," he instructed the driver.
"Airport? Andrew, what have you planned?"
Leaning back in the cab, Andrew pulled his woman toward him.
"Andrew-the-businessman has been jumping through your hoops for over a month now. Andrew-the-highwayman has taken over, I told you. Highwaymen do not wait for what they want. I cleared the next three days off with your boss. We're making a trip back to New Orleans. I have the paperwork all done and an appointment later this evening at the courthouse near our suite. I figure the highwayman can bind you to him this weekend and we can enjoy those three days of nonstop screaming sex you promised me and then we can return back here and work the rest out later."
Lily laughed.
"You have to be kidding. I am not getting married in my oldest pair of sweatpants and a torn shirt. I don't have anything with me, not even my purse."
"Mm..." he murmured, kissing her again. "Wasn't there that resale shop near the hotel where you found that mask? I bet we can find something there for you to wear."
She hit his chest, with no real force, but with enough to make him draw back and laugh.
"Okay, okay, I packed a suitcase for you, and for me as well, as I don't like my chances of getting through security dressed like this. It should be waiting in the locker the courier mailed me the key to. Your blue Regency dress is freshly pressed and all those naughty camisoles and garter belts you've been holding out on me are packed in a bag. Other than that, you can be naked all weekend for all I care."
When the cabbie cleared his throat, face flaming red, they both laughed and sank back into the cab to wait until they reached the airport. Lily kept fingering his mask.
"I do love the highwayman. I think I love the businessman more but the highwayman certainly has his uses."
"This highwayman is glad and he just can't wait to order you to 'stand and deliver' tonight. As his wife, you won't be allowed to turn him down."
Lily laughed huskily and caressed his jaw.
About the Author
Elizabeth Lapthorne has been writing professionally since 2002. She has been astonished by the success of her Rutledge Werewolf series, and finds immense pleasure in hearing from her fans. To date she has more than ten books out, a few of those even in paperback.
Elizabeth regularly goes to the gym to chew over her ideas; many a book has begun or been worked through while cycling on the bikes. She also loves to read, eat chocolate and talk for hours with her friends. Elizabeth would love to hear from her fans, and checks her email religiously.
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Also by Elizabeth Lapthorne
Ellora's Cavemen: Legendary Tails I anthology
Montague Vampires: Desperate and Dateless
Montague Vampires: Flaming Fantasies
Montague Vampires: Heated Fantasies
Montague Vampires: Secret Fantasies
Rutledge Werewolves 1: Scent of Passion
Rutledge Werewolves 2: Hide and Seek
Rutledge Werewolves 3: The Mating Game
Rutledge Werewolves 4: My Heart's Passion
Rutledge Werewolves 5: Chasing Love
Rutledge Werewolves 6: Twin Temptations
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