𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

Chapter 2 - Sweet Relief

"Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes."

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Alice

When I arrive at the hotel, the woman at the reception informs me that I am the first one to get there, so I understand that Mask must be on his way. I thank her and get the keys, before getting into the elevator.

Away has always been my favorite hotel in Seattle. It's very chic, also very expensive, which is why I'm not going that much anymore ; the sad life of a college student. I loved coming here when I was younger and wanted a week-end away from Mom and Dad but I guess I didn't have that problem anymore.

Whatever. That night is about me, not them.

The room Mask got us was magical, there was no other way to say it. It must have been an enormous cost, but hey, I didn't know anything about him, so I couldn't say. I certainly wouldn't be able to pay that.

As the receptionist said, I was alone in there. The black king-sized bed was only waiting for me, but so was the built-in bar in the wall. I place my purse on the bed and pour myself a glass of champagne while waiting for my date, appreciating this moment all to myself.

I've always rushed myself into sex, especially since the beginning of my addiction, so it felt fucking great to just... wait. Even though I doubted I'd ever been so horny in my entire life. While drinking to calm my nerves, I went back to Mask's account, and started scrolling through his posts. Cars, tattoos, drinks... Oh my, a book. Those things still exist ?

Next post is a picture of him sitting on a chair in front of a mirror, his massive chest showing all of his tattoos, and there are a lot. My favorite one is the spider. I lose myself in contemplation and this way, I don't even hear the steps coming from behind me. I stay unaware of the other presence in the room until my phone gets stolen from my hold.

– Do you like what you see, princess ?

I freeze, and raise my head. He's here. This is really happening. Oh stars, it is happening. His head is already covered with his mask, covering everything but his eyes and lips. Those fucking lips. Get them on my body.

He hasn't done anything, but my thighs are already rubbing one against the other, looking for relief. I am so fucking horny I could just jump on him. Mask tilts his head, his gaze dropping to my legs before smirking, placing his empty hand on my thigh.

– Well ? You didn't answer my question.

His voice is demanding, and I find myself liking that very much. His tone is deep, commanding, making me feel all kinds of things in my stomach. One thing is for sure, he's got me wrapped around his finger.

Somehow, I manage to concentrate enough to answer him by nodding my head slightly, and I've never been so shy in front of a guy before. He just has this aura about him, this dominating one, that I just can't get enough of. I want to submit to him, and I don't even fucking know why.

– Good. Open your legs for me.

I immediately do so. There is a voice in my head telling me this isn't normal, that there isn't anything usual left to this interaction, but I can't bring myself to care. I've never been so aroused and that says something, coming from a sex addict.

His hand caresses my thigh slowly, driving me crazy, before starting to ascend towards my panties. I picked a matching lingerie set only for the occasion, one that I care deeply about, so I hope he isn't one of these guys who get off on keeping them as weird trophies. My panties are a deep red with little black roses painted on them, disappearing on the parts that reveal my pussy.