PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

8. The Masquerade Party

SIDDHARTH'S POV

The elevator dinged open, and Avneet stepped out. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the sight in front of my eyes. She wore a gold dress. The fabric perfectly hugged her curves. The visible skin from a slit around the right leg gave me goosebumps. In the nude makeup and loose curls, she looked like an angel who had just landed on earth from heaven.

"You're drooling all over the floor," she said, gently closing my open mouth with her hand.

"It should be illegal to look so beautiful," I complain. "I wanna keep you in a museum and stare at you all day."

She placed a hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. "Same could be said about you." I wore a designer black shirt with golden flowers and vine patterns. I paired it with mustard colour trousers, and to be honest, I do look handsome. "Let's get over with this party soon so I can lick your abs."

I chuckled and propped my elbow.

"Shall we?"

"Yes," she cooed and laced her arm around mine. We walked out of the penthouse and sat in our elegant black Mercedes.

The driver pulled over in front of a grand hotel. the party was thrown by one of Avneet's close friends to celebrate her 26th birthday. The driver opened my door and was rushing to open Avneet's, too, but I stopped him. I stepped out and opened her door myself. Seeing her, the paparazzi immediately swarmed us. We both are famous, but her face is more popular, and it's something i'm proud of.

We walk hand in hand into the huge banquet hall. chandeliers hung on the ceiling, spraying warn yellow everywhere. people were buzzing around, chatting, eating, and enjoying themselves. Everyone wore a mask. Did I forget to mention that this is a masquerade party? doesn't matter, I've told you now. Avneet paired her outfit with a gold mask while I chose a black one.

In no time, my wife was stolen from me by her group of friends. I sat on the bar stool and told the female bartender to pour me a glass of whiskey. I sipped the drink and creepily stared at my wife, who was now shaking her ass on the dance floor. I also kept an eye out for any man who so much so as breathed wrong in her direction, coz honest to God, she looks smoking hot today. My dick twitched in my pants, begging for attention. I promised that we both would get it once we got home.

By the 4th drink, my head started feeling light, so I stopped. The bartender serving me leaned on the counter. Her boobs pressed flat on the slab, and her cleavage was fully visible to me.

"Where have I seen you, mister?" she asked in a fakely accented voice.

"Siddharth Nigam," I supplied nonchalantly and saw a flicker of recognition pass in her eyes.

"You wanna hang out sometime? she asked, biting her lips, clearly throwing out an invitation. I flipped her my ring finger, which still had the ring slipped on it 3 years ago. I never remove it.

"Why are all handsome men taken?" she whined and kept talking, but I wasn't paying attention. Avneet was no longer on the dance floor. I scanned the hall but found no trace of her.

"Here," the bartender offered me another drink. I shooed it away.

"It's a special drink," she insisted, so I gulped it down in one go to get rid of her, but surprisingly, I liked it. Whatever this thing is, it's good.

I asked her to pour me more, and she readily did. After two more drinks, I decided to go and find Avneet. I got on my feet and staggered. Fuck! I shouldn't have drunk so much. I can't even see anymore, and masks made it even more difficult to pinpoint the people. I rubbed my eyes and opened them, but it was of no use.

I pushed myself forward and started looking for a lady in a golden dress, which has a slit on the right side. That must be my Avneet. After struggling for 10 minutes, I saw her. She was going towards a secluded hallway. I called for her but the music was too high. I followed her as quickly as I could. She turned left, and I did, too.

"Avneet," I choked out. Here, the music was low, so she heard me. She turned around but did not come near me.

"Avneet," I said again, closing the distance between us on my unsteady feet. She grabbed my hand and took me to one of the rooms. Her hand felt somehow smaller in my hand. She pinned me against the wall. I let out a chuckle.

"Someone can't resist till we get home," I teased her. She replied by unbuttoning my shirt. I inhaled the scent of her hair. She smelled...different.

"Did you change your shampoo?"

she nodded and went back to work. She ran her hand up and down my bare torso. Not the way she usually does, devouring evercentimeterre of my body. She seems to be in a haste. She probably needs to get back to the party soon.

She knelt before me. She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my trousers. She shoved my pants and boxers down in one go. Now, that's something she always does. My cock sprang free. Pre um already dripping from how hard I am for hr. She took my full length in her mouth in one go.

I close my heavy eyelids and rest my head against the wall. this blow job felt different too. She's not doing her usual licking and sucking pattern which she knows works for me. I lace my fingers in her hair. They don't feel silky under my rough fingers. I pull her hair motioning her to stand up. When she does, I roam my hand down to her waist and shove her away. The curves aren't my Avneet's. It's someone else.

"You're not Avneet," I yell, half horrified, half enraged.

"That's because I am," came a voice from the door which had been left open carelessly. This voice, full of anger, hate, hurt and disgust, I can recognize anywhere.

"I'll deal with you later," she said to the other woman. Her gaze turned to me and I realize that I'm still half naked.

"Avneet please I can explain-" I start to speak but she's already walking away. Fixing my clothes, I run after her. I'm ready to beg her on my knees to at least give me a chance to explain. Her heels click in the silent corridor.

"Please Avneet listen to me once," I pleaded catching up with her. She turned so abruptly that in my efforts to stop in time and not collide with her, I drop down hard on my ass.

"Not a word till we reach home," she commands and like a little puppy I obeyed.

We make our way into the banquet hall and plastered our best fake smiles. For the entire party, I stayed by her side but she treated me like a non-existent object. Her silence was uncomfortable, almost torturous. I know she was doing this on purpose. A thousand wild scenarios of what she will do to me ran through my mind.

By the time we left in our car, I was squirming in my seat. The entire drive she kept looking outside, probably thinking of ways to punish me. And I don't even blame her. I can't begin to imagine how much it must have hurt her to see me in such an intimidating state with another woman. Yet, it didn't stop me from dreading what came next.

The driver halted in front of the penthouse. Avneet got out of the car and took the elevator. I took the sign and started climbing the stairs. She already sat in the playroom. The devices she had displayed on the table stopped me dead in my track. Fuck! How did I forget about this? I groaned. This is gonna be a long night.

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