My seductive stranger started to massage my breast as his finger became drenched with my wetness. Rolling my nipple over with his thumb, my breath hitched when he plunged two fingers deep in me. My arm around his neck was the only thing holding me up now as my legs became jello from his ministrations.
Biting my earlobe, he purred into my ear. "Are you watching them, Bellezza? Do you think she's having a better time... or that you are?"
Without even having to think about it, I answered quickly. "I am." The word moaned out of me unbidden.
"Good girl, Bellezza." At his words, he plunged three fingers and began to rub circles on my clit with his thumb. How he was so good at this crossed my mind, but I decided not to think about that and just enjoy the moment. Before I knew it, he had me cumming so hard when he pinched my nipple and my clit in unison.
Moaning, I was glad the music covered my moan as I fell apart around him. In a surprising move, he lifted his hand from my breast and tipped my head back far. My eyes had closed as I came, so I didn't see his intention until his lips crashed into mine. His tongue swiped at the seam of my lips, and I opened greedily for his kiss. With one swirl of his tongue, he had me seeing stars as he kissed me.
As quickly as it started, he pulled away and stalked off before I could even catch my breath. As I came down from my orgasm, all I saw was the strong back decked entirely in black as he disappeared from sight. Grabbing the rail, I tried to center myself back in reality as my whole body tingled with tiny fireworks.
Longer than I'd admit, I stayed up on the railing until I could safely walk. I made my way back through the crowds and down the stairs. My mysterious man was nowhere to be found, not that I knew what he looked like, as I left the club. The attendant smiled and gave me a knowing smirk as I walked by, and I didn't even think to stop and ask her about the mask.
Fuck it. I was keeping it. She'd taken my card number earlier for the door fee, so they could charge me if they needed to. Unknotting the ribbon, I slid it off my face before I made it outside. Wrapping the ribbon gently around it, I hoped to keep it preserved until I made it home. This mask had made me feel free and was the only reminder I would get of the mind-blowing seduction I'd experienced.
In the morning, I would fall back into the grief and pain I wore daily, but maybe this mask would serve as a reminder of the electrifying emotions I felt here tonight. It had been dangerous and wild, and the ugly truth of it all was I didn't know if I was strong enough to stay away from feeling that again.
It had felt good to be bad, to be naughty, and I craved more.