LOGINThe masked man was not letting go anytime soon. Cassie tried to move her legs but they were tied tight. His hands were on her hips, preventing her from moving any further, his tongue assaulting her sweetly.
"Ah," Cassie moaned loudly. "Mmh," said the man. It looked like he was enjoying himself. "So sweet, I could lick you forever. Or maybe I should keep you here as my sex slave, drink from your honey pot day and night." Cassie would have loved that very much. The other thing she would have loved is to let go. But she was scared that if she did, she would fall and there would be nobody to pick her up, so she tried tightening her vagina muscles to prevent whatever was coming from passing through. "Let go, now!" the masked man ordered while gently pulling her clit. That did it. Cassie moaned so loud she was afraid others might have heard her. She felt a warm liquid gush out of her. Her legs started to tremble. The man put two fingers in and worked out the orgasm in her. She was falling and didn't want the fall to stop. It was such a sweet feeling that she wished could last forever. Was this what she had been missing? When she landed and opened her eyes, she couldn't remember when she had closed them, she found the masked man looking at her, a smile on his face. Now that the high was wanting off, she felt embarrassed for moaning loudly and abandoning herself like that. She wished her hands were not tied, she would have used them to cover her eyes. "Oh, no you don't. No embarrassment here," the masked man growled. How did he know? "I am sorry master," she said timidly. "Good, now that you are well lubricated with your sweet juices, we can get rid of that hymen. Ready?" he asked as he looked around the drawers for something. There was more? Of course there was more. How naive of her to think that being licked to mellowness was the only thing there was to sex. Her brain was mushy, you'd think she had never seen even a video of people fucking. The masked man found what he was looking for. It was a box of condoms. He took one out and tore it before fitting it in his now thick, hard dick. He was big and it made Cassie wonder how It was going to fit in her. She was nervous and the man could see. "Relax. It is going to sting just a little then you will be okay," he assured her. She was still tied and it seemed like he had no intention of untying her. He wanted her that way, open, wet and ready for his cock. Cassie nodded her head silently because her throat was too jammed for a sound to pass through. The masked man moved close to her. He put one of his fingers inside her and removed it, then licked it like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. "So ready for me, little rabbit," he said. He climbed atop her, looked at her with unreadable eyes then entered her with one thrust making Cassie almost jump out of her skin. She was so full and it hurt so good. She wanted him to move but he stayed like that for a few seconds, soaking in the tightness. "So tight, oh goodness. Don't move," he warned when Cassie tried to wiggle. Cassie was grateful when he started to move, not that his body was that heavy. In fact, she enjoyed the weight of him. With each thrust, the sting reduced. She had never felt like this before. It was a different kind of sweetness, not even her favourite ice cream came close to it. Theasked man moved slowly at first, then increased his pace, making Cassie wish she could touch him. She wanted his mouth on her, wanted his hands all over her body. The feeling of falling started to build again and she closed her eyes, wishing it close. "Eyes on me!" Came the command and she quickly opened her eyes. "No cumming yet." Why was he punishing her? Why couldn't he just let her cum? The masked man got off her and Cassie almost screamed from the emptiness. Where was he going? She asked herself. He went to one of the drawers and took out a small whip. It was made of velvet. He came back to her, gently turned her on her stomach, put a pillow under her. Her ass was now facing up, her vagina now more open to him. He gently caressed her ass and lightly touched her clit. She wished her hands could stay there. She was almost there, ready to cum. "You remember the safeword?" he asked. "Yes," Cassie replied. "Yes what?" He pinched her clit, making Cassie yelp. "Yes master," Cassie said while trembling with want. "Good, don't forget it again," he warned, oh, so serious. He caressed her ass again before whipping it with the gold whip he had in his hand. Cassie opened her mouth to scream but was cut short by his tongue on her clit, his hands on her now red ass. She was too shocked to utter a word, so she did the next best thing, bite on the pillow. His tongue was fast, slow, fast, slow, such a sweet assault. And when she thought he was finally going to let her cum, he withdrew his tongue, leaving her high and frustrated. She let out a manly growl and he chuckled loudly. "Soon, little rabbit," he said and then entered her. The position made her feel full. She could feel his balls and wished she could touch them. As a virgin, she had never touched a man's balls or even cock. Maybe he could let her touch him when done. "Focus, little rabbit," he said and spanked her to bring her mind back. "I am sorry master," Cassie said. "I would have asked what you are thinking of toale you lose concentration like that but I bet it is personal so I will leave it at that," he said as he thrust harder and harderaking it difficult for Cassie to think of any other thing. Both their orgasms were so violent, it almost blinded them. The masked man had never felt this way. But it was just a one night stand and there was no need to dwell on it. Besides, he always came here because of the anonymity. "Thank you," Cassie said. She was spent and had decided to leave before she could fall asleep on the comfortable bed.The restaurant was softly lit, the air warm with the scent of herbs and simmering sauces. The golden glow from the pendant lights washed over their table, casting delicate shadows across Reggie’s face. Cassie could see why people called the place romantic. She wasn’t sure if Reggie had realized that when he brought her here or if he was pretending not to notice.Reggie had taken the lead with the menu, ordering for both of them after she admitted she had no idea what half the dishes meant. “Trust me,” he’d said, his voice low and confident. “You’ll like it.”Someone passing by stopped suddenly at their table. “Reggie! It’s been ages, man.”Reggie stood, shaking the man’s hand. “Hey, Asher’s friend, right?”Cassie blinked as both men turned toward her.“Yes," the man said with a smile. "Cassie, this is Marcus. We’ve met a few times through your brother,” Reggie said easily.“Ah, the famous Cassie. Nice to meet you,” Marcus said with a polite smile before glancing back at Reggie. “Anyw
Reggie entered the doors of the office a little past noon, exhausted and sleepy. The meeting on the other side of town had dragged far longer than he’d planned. What was supposed to be a two-hour investor briefing had turned into a six-hour ordeal of negotiations, paperwork, and tedious formalities.He’d smiled, shaken hands, done what was expected of him, but his mind had never really been there. It kept drifting back to the apartment to Cassie. He wanted them to be friends seeing as they shared an apartment whenever he was in town. But the lines had been blurred already; he cared more than a friend could.Now the deal was finally signed, the documents handed over, and the project was officially in motion. His team would handle most of it from tomorrow. He sank into his chair, stretching his back. The silence of his office was a strange comfort, but also empty. He pulled out his phone and typed out a message before he could second-guess himself.Reggie: Back at the office. The meetin
Cassie woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring like an angry horn. She groaned, squinting at the clock on her bedside table. 8:17 a.m.“Oh no, no, no,” she muttered, throwing the covers off. She was supposed to be at the office by eight-thirty.She felt rested but panicky. She stumbled into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and hurriedly showered before leaving the bathroom in a huff, leaving a trail of water in her wake. When she came downstairs, Reggie was standing in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone with a cup of coffee in hand.He looked up when he heard her footsteps. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”Cassie winced. “Please, you are not helping.”“You overslept,” he said mildly, glancing at his watch. “Lift?”Cassie blinked at him, surprised. “You don’t have to...”“I’m heading that way, remember?” he interrupted with a small smile, and set his mug down. “Come on. You’ll be late.”He was already dressed in one of his numerous blue suits. This one had silver buttons. He had pai
Dinner was quiet at first, nobody spoke lest they disturbed it.The clatter of utensils and the faint hum of music from Reggie’s phone filled the background, softening the edges of the awkwardness that lingered since the morning. The aroma of garlic, herbs, and roasted chicken hung in the air, cozy and inviting.Reggie had cooked something simple but beautiful; lemon-butter pork, sautéed vegetables, and mashed potatoes.She took a bite, closed her eyes, and groaned softly. “This is so good. You could give me a run for my money.”Reggie glanced at her from across the table, hiding a smile. “You are far much better than me. I am glad you like it.”“Like it?” she said with mock indignation, pointing at her plate with her fork. “This is better than half the restaurants I’ve been to. You could open your own place.”He chuckled. “Don’t give me ideas. I already have too many projects as it is.”Cassie smiled, then tilted her head curiously. “Seriously though, who taught you to cook like thi
Morning came too soon.The dull ache in Cassie’s head throbbed behind her eyes like a slow drumbeat. The faint light filtering through the curtains didn’t help either; it only reminded her that the world was still turning while she wished it would pause, just for a little while.She rolled over, groaning as the events of the previous night trickled back like fragments of a bad dream; the balcony, the argument, the wine, her reckless words.You’re scared… You’re a coward… You’re not my brother.Cassie winced, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Oh God.”A soft knock came at the door before she could decide whether to bury herself under the blankets forever.“Cassie?” Reggie’s deep but careful voice called She didn’t answer, hoping he’d think she was asleep.The door opened anyway. He stepped in quietly, holding a tray. The smell of soup hit her first , warm, soothing, laced with ginger and garlic.“I thought you might need this,” he said, his tone neutral but gentle. “And some water. T
Reggie’s footsteps echoed through the quiet living room as he walked back inside. The air felt heavier somehow, the faint buzz of the gin still lingering in his blood. He told himself he was doing the right thing, walking away before he made another mistake.But before he could reach the stairs, he heard the sound of the sliding door behind him.“Don’t you dare walk away from me again,” Cassie said, her voice sharp with frustration.Reggie froze. He didn’t turn immediately, his jaw tightening. “Cassie...”“No,” she cut him off, stepping into the room. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair loose around her face, the wine glass still in her hand. “You don’t get to just walk off like that. Not after...” she gestured vaguely toward the balcony “...all that.”He turned slowly to face her. “I think we’ve both had enough for one night.”Cassie let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “Enough of what? You saying one thing and doing another?”Reggie rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re drunk, Cassie.”







