The Other Side of Fairytale

Chapter Five: Masks

Annabelle stood in front of the mirror looking herself over. She felt butterflies in her stomach. It was the first event of the social season and her first time seeing Liam since the night in New York one month ago. So much had happened since then.

Would he even want her here? She wondered. I guess it really didn't matter. She looked over the black satin dress Maxwell had chosen for her. The neckline was definitely flattering, and it was fitted through the hips. Simple, with just a touch of lace at the shoulder. She placed the black and gold mask on her face as she felt a pair of firm hands wrap around her waist.

"Hey there handsome" she purred. Maxwell moved his hands slowly up and down her hips, nipping at her neck. He looked up and met her gaze in the mirror.

"You look stunning, Little Blossom."

He continued to kiss and lick along her neck and shoulder, sending a sensual chill through Annabelle. One hand moved up to her breast, gently kneading it through the silky material of her dress. His thumb grazing her nipple in slow sensual circles. His other hand moved slowly down her leg as he began bunching up the layers of satin to give him better access.

Her head fell back on his shoulder as his hand made its way up her inner thigh and over her warm center. He pressed gently on her clit over the lacy thong, feeling the dampness that had already made its way to her panties.

"How are you possibly this wet for me already, Little Blossom?"

He smiled against her neck as he pushed her panties aside and slipped his finger into her warm center. He pumped in and out slowly, watching in the mirror as her lips parted, a small sigh escaping.

Maxwell loved seeing her like this, knowing only he could make her feel this good. He rubbed his thumb against the bundle of nerves as he added a second digit to her, pumping in and out. Maxwell could feel her wetness dripping down his hand and could begin to feel her flutter around his fingers. He pulled his fingers from her abruptly.

"Max!" Annabelle whined, her head snapping forward. He made eye contact with her in the mirror as he licked his fingers clean. Her chest was heaving as she attempted to slow her breathing after being so close to her release.

"Just needed a little snack before the big night tonight, Little Blossom" he grinned slyly. "And now you can spend all night imagining what I plan to do to you later. How I plan to make you come on my big cock." He pushed his hard length up against her ass making a growling noise and playfully biting the air.

She giggled at his playfulness. He turned her to him brushing her cheek affectionately.

"You look perfect little blossom." He kissed her softly on the lips careful not to disturb her lipstick. Annabelle let out a loud exhale, looking up to meet Maxwell's eyes.

"Why do I need to do this again, Max?" Annabelle questioned

"House Beaumont really needs you to do well in the social season, Belle. " He answered as he adjusted his suit in the mirror, making certain his hair was in place. "It will help restore our name. Besides Bertrand will kill me if you withdrew now because of me."

He looked over to Annabelle, noticing the pink pout on her lips. He turned to her, pleading, "I promise to be with you as much as I can and I will definitely make it up to you later." He grinned waggling his eyebrows at her.

"I will hold you to your word, Lord Beaumont," she winked turning her focus back to the mirror to take a final look at herself brushing any wrinkles away from their almost tryst.