Royal Masquerade

Chapter 8

After her evening encounter with Narcissus that made Astrea’s heart wrench with immoderate desire to see him again. She wanted to see him, she needed to, but she’s not so sure if she’s supposed to do that. As she lie awake on her bed for some time, she suddenly remembered that he’s suppose to take some pills before he sleep at night. She sighed, feeling very irritated and looked at the clock on her night table.

Her face flushed immediately, as she was wondering what he would say to her when he sees her again. Would he think of her as a cheap slut in heat if she go and find him now? Would that makes her look desperate? She really could not help it. As much as she wanted to keep their relationship professional, her heart, her mind, her soul simply demand for more.

Astrea sighed then, and without bothering to change her clothes, she took a tray of pills, and went out of her the room, and walked straight to Narcissus’s room. She knocked onto the door, and without waiting for the answer from inside, she went in without his permission, knowing too well that Narcissus would probably ignore the knocking, as he would be fast asleep, unaltered by his emotions. the feelings could probably be one sided, and what happened between them had probably been only out of lust.

Narcissus was sleeping soundly without his clothing on the bed, as usual, and the blanket was pulled up to his chest to keep him warm. This reddened Astrea’s face, and she let out a little innocent sigh. She has never seen someone looked so vulnerable before. What caught Astrea’s attention was his mask. She groaned. Why does he even bother to wear it while he was sleeping is beyond her. She could not understand.

She grumbled to herself, thinking that he has really outdone himself. She doesn’t like the deceitful mask on him, and she really wants to know how Narcissus’s face underneath the mask. He told her that he look hideous, but she has somehow established a funny feeling deep inside that he’s not as ugly as he thought he was. He’s probably just hiding a scar. She wondered if the man even know about plastic surgery. Why bother hiding an ugly scar when you can go for a nip and tuck to repair it? The man is rich, and could buy things to his heart’s content, but why did he not do so?

Astrea smiled as she entertained her train of thoughts and walked up to the bed, and sat beside him on the edge of the bed, doing nothing, but explore his whole body with her naked eyes. If only by watching him sleep alone could strip him naked… if only.

A smile was formed soon after, and she silently placed her hand on his forehead while her other one was buried deep in his hair. She was lingering her fingers in his short, dark hair silently, giving a pleasurable feeling to him that her little action caused him to sigh in his sleep, somehow pleased with her caresses without his own realization. Astrea’s responds towards his action was to smile, and to do it again. She was enjoying showing affection towards him without him realizing it. it spared her embarrassment and shyness.

“Narcissus, wake up,” she whispered while leaning closer to him. Her hands were still performing pleasing exertion on him. She didn’t stop, even when he’s stirring slightly, somehow disrupted by her voice.

“Narcissus, wake up. You have forgotten to take your pills,” she whispered again, and this time, her hand accidentally touched the mask that’s covering only his eyes. She sighed, pondering on how he looked without them. She smiled as naughty little thoughts played in her mind. She decided that a little peek on his face without anything on it wouldn’t do her any harm. If she’s careful, he wouldn’t even realize it, would he? She reached for the string that’s tying the mask to his face, and tried to undo it as gently as she could, so that he would not realize it.

“Trying to undress me, eh, honey” he asked hoarsely out of the sudden, and without bothering to open his eyes, he grabbed onto her waist and arms, and rolled her onto him, causing her eyes to grow wide with shock and pure embarrassment for getting caught red handed trying to unmask him.