( 18+)
"You've been avoiding me." I whispered, softly. "Why?"
His stare was fixated on me, he was focusing on my chest heaving up and down. His fingers dug even deeper against my hips, he was fighting every instinct in his body.
"I'm afraid I might...
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I slept through the whole day, my body was physically drained and honestly mentally drained as well. The good news is that I woke fully energized and ready to tackle the night, my eyes fluttered to the full side body mirror with a note taped to it. That's new because it definitely wasn't there before, there's no way I would've missed that. I stood up and carefully walked over to the mirror while scanning the room looking for anyone, my fingers flipped open the note.
'Meet me downstairs at midnight, wear the dress and the mask that's sitting above your dresser - A'
I glanced at the dresser in the corner, there was a beautiful diamond mask. I carefully grabbed it, my fingers skimming over the diamonds that seemed to glisten even in the dark. Why did he give me a diamond mask? He's trying to hide me, or he's trying to hide, I'm more sure but I'll play along.
I took a shower, a long, hot, much-needed shower. I sat on the vanity inside my bathroom, makeup that isn't mine sat in different drawers and it was all designer. I tried going for something not too flashy but subtle, some smudge brown eyeliner to shape my almond eyes better. I patted my cheeks with a beautiful coral color blush along with a very glittery highlighter, my fingers carefully lined my lips with a rosy nude lipliner before filling it in with a nude lip oil.
My hair was pulled back in a French twist with multiple strands shaping my face, the silver sequin dress reached mid-thigh with the back completely open revealing my very visible birthmark. I slipped on the hot pink heels that were sitting next to the dresser, at least there was a little bit of myself in this outfit.
Maybe it's just a fancy dinner, with a very much sex slave mask.
I walked downstairs, my heels clicking with each step. The house was empty, you could hear a pen drop that's how quiet it was. Alistair stood at the very bottom in a black tuxedo, his hair was curly yet slick back, my eyes caught his silver Rolex watch perfectly clipped onto his wrist, and a very large black fur coat that made him look even taller.
There was a white fur coat in his hand, his green eyes watched my every step till I stood in front of him.
"What is this?" I asked, my finger pointed at my mask.
"You'll need it for where we're going." He said, his voice holding nothing but seriousness. It felt weird to look into his eyes with a mask on, it somehow made butterflies flutter around inside my stomach.
He brought the fur coat around my body practically forcing my arms inside, immediate warmth surrounded my body. His hand touched the small of my back before leading me to the garage, there were different cars with different colors but he chose the black one. I walked around to my side getting ready to open the door before he yanked my elbow forcing my chest to press against his.
"Under no circumstances, you take off the mask." He said, quietly but firmly.
"Why? Are you afraid your girlfriend might see us together?" I teased with my parted lips, very playfully.
