Kinktober 2024 | 18+ book

Day 12/13/14 - Mega Mix

Day 12 - Face mask | 69 position | anonymous sex

Day 13 - Spanking | Sleepy sex | Cream pie

Day 14 - Orgasm denial | Primal | Breath play

Ivy Note: This chapter will hold as many prompts as I can from these three days. Due to having electricity problems and water problems the past week I haven't been able to write any new chapters so I'm now creating a "mega mix" to fill up what i haven't done.  I'm hopeful there will be no more issues but I'll keep you updated if there is any. Thank you for your understanding.

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Mega Mix

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Her pov

"Welcome to Bed-azzled. It's 2024 everyone so we are going hard!" Captain stands at the back of the club on the main stage. His low hanging leather jeans sculpt to his legs making his impressive package stand out from a mile away. 

The red beaming lights of the club contrast with the jet black of his hair. Soft curls made for fingers to run through them. If only I had a chance. 

Sighing I focus back on the event at hand. Club Bed-azzled has run this same event a total of 20 times now since the club was opened. They nicknamed it The Dark Masquerade which is honestly very fitting for the fact that we all have to wear masks of some kink.

Mega Dom tells everyone new what the rules for the night are before wishing everyone a happy and wet evening. "Let the The Dark Masquerade BEGIN!" Everybody roars cheers while stomping their feet. 

I watch him jump off of the stage right before he disappears into the shadows of the club. 

We're a total of twenty minutes in to the event when my third orgasm of the night hits me. My legs shake as my back arches against the straps. The delicious sting of the leather biting into my skin as it holds me in place for the wandering hands behind me.

I don't even know the mask this person is wearing. All I know is that they are magic with their hands. Driving three fingers deep, my voice vibrates with stuttered pleas. 

"S-so good." 

Mumbling incoherent words. Anything to get more. Have more. 

Responding, the masked man steps closer, so close his happy package is all I can feel. Fuck his dick is big if what I'm feeling is anything to go by.

"Please. F-fuck m-me. please" 

An answering smack on my ass has me springing back up even though I know I can't go anywhere with straps over my body. Gripping me unwaveringly tight. 

Smack upon smack. His hand collides with my (definitely) reddened ass over and over in a delicious pussy-dripping rhythm.  He takes his sweet time but it isn't long before the sweet sound of his zipper fills my ears with an undeniable happiness. 

One hand grips my left hip in a way that I don't have to guess who's in control. His body speaks to mine even as his dick seeks my entrance. Filling me fuller than most men ever have. 

He takes from my body a pleasure unlike any other. Rolling his hips into mine while I stay pinned to the spot. Taking everything he has to give. 

A small crowd gathers around us to watch how his body dominates mine. How I lay here as a hole for him to use.