He timed our steps to pass near the table that held the champagne, claiming a flute. I laughed as he put it to my lips, growing giddier and giddier as the night went on. I never even looked to see how Gail was faring. It was my night, and I let it carry me away.

My partner leaned his warm lips to my ear and whispered, “Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know you,” I giggled, suspecting I knew exactly who this was.

“Angel,” he replied, “there’s no man in this school who knows you better than me.”

My body slumped forward, letting him take my whole weight. I laid my head on his rock-solid chest and smelled the irresistible cypress musk I knew so well. It was him; I was certain. My Theo—my lover-to-be.

“I trust you.”

The music stopped, and voices began to drift outside. Theo did a silly courtier’s bow. I waited for him to finally remove his mask. As soon as he did, I would remove mine and taste his lips. Instead, he drew me by the hand out of the Grand Hall and toward a corridor I didn’t know.

The dimly lit hall appeared to be some old servants’ passage from before this estate became a school. A way for footmen to pass from kitchen to ballroom unseen. Theo ran his hand along the wall, searching for something. We walked maybe twenty yards in nervy, anticipatory silence, then he stopped short. His hand pressed into the ornate molding just above his head. A notch gave way. There was a click like a latch opening. It was a secret doorway! But to where?

Inside the portage, candles burned in an evenly staggered row—like a runway directing us toward the bed. I stiffened when I realized his intention. This was his bedroom, or perhaps some secret bedroom he’d arranged for tonight. It was like he understood without my having to say it—without my having seen him all week—that I wanted this. I needed it. I needed him.

Theo pulled me against him briefly. Long enough to begin the ceremony of unbuttoning my gown. I let him. I’d always liked the idea of being overpowered by a strong and purposeful man. We’d played a role all night. Why would I stop then?

His hand moved to the long zipper at my back, and then suddenly, my dress was a pool of fabric around my feet. He bent and slid off my shoes—one by one. He was surprised that when he slid the straps of my slip off my shoulders, the silky material slithered to the growing pool of clothing about me, and I was completely naked.

My nipples were hard. I’d dreamed of Theo for so long, although I would never admit to it. The last thing he removed was my mask. The rush of cool air felt wonderfully refreshing around my eyes. I realized I’d been panting slightly—my cheeks were moist from it.

Theo led me to the bed and eased me into a seated position, taking the time to part my knees wide. He took a step back as his hand moved into the valley between my thighs, massaging my wetness gently with his index finger. My back spasmed as I fell backward, grabbing at his sleeve to pull him on top of me. His hand was lightning fast, securing my wrists over my head with one hand. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, lowering them slowly down his strong legs. It served to fire my desire.

I spread my legs wider, inviting him to mount me. But he wasn’t ready just yet. With my wrists pinned with one of his big hands, his other clutched the swell of my breast. His lips lowered onto my hard, tingling nipple gave it a gentle suck. Then he clamped his teeth in it.

“Oh, God,” I squealed at the sharp, delicious bit of pain. “Again … please.”

Theo kept sucking and nibbling on my tit while spider crawling his hand down my trembling abdomen, across my mound, and down to my glistening sex. I flooded the bed’s coverlet with my juices. The feeling of his thick, rough digits spreading me, teasing me, tantalizing me—it brought me to the precipice of ecstasy I’d never felt before. But I didn’t want to ride his hand to climax.

I wanted him inside of me.

“Please,” I begged, “get on top of me. I want to—”

“Shh,” he hissed, placing one saturated finger on my lips. I could taste my nectar on that finger. I licked it greedily.

Theo stood up and lowered his shorts. He was immense. He was fully erect, and it bounced slightly in my direction. My mouth went dry, and I wanted to suck him deep into my throat.

He took hold of his meat and rubbed it on my cheek. I opened my mouth to accept him. His massive cock stretched the corners of my waiting lips. I’d never had a man in my mouth before and didn’t know what to expect. I was struck by how unyielding his manhood felt against my cheek. I ran my tongue along the shaft, savoring its earthy, tangy taste. Groaning with delight, Theo rocked his hips, gently thrusting into my mouth.


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