A Brutal Masquerade

Silver Tongued

"Is it really okay for us to be in here?" Annabelle stammered, making nervous circular motions with her hands over the queen sized bed's white satin sheets. Muffled music from the ball still seeped up through the floorboards. "No." I replied candidly, adjusting my tie in a large gold trimmed vanity mirror, my jacket already tossed aside. In the mirror's broad reflection I watched her face twist with worry, and haughtily raised a brow. "Annabelle..." I began, falling back into my usual silver tongued charm. "It isn't okay for us to be anywhere now is it?" The girl gently bit down on her lower lip, mulling over my words, she knew exactly what sort of situation she'd put herself in. The only question being, whether or not she'd play along. "I suppose so..." She finally responded, her voice timid and mousy, lacking the refined confidence it'd possessed only moments before. "And yet..." I hummed, spinning to face her, and subtly gesturing around the room to convey the words left unspoken. Here we are... "But, I've never done anything like this before." Annabelle's cheeks flushed, "I'm a little scared to." I advanced a few steps but kept a distance. "I won't lay a finger on you without your permission love." And I meant every word of that, I had no intentions of forcing myself on this girl, or any other for that matter, especially for reasons as hollow as they were that night. Annabelle let out an audible sigh of relief, a slight smile once again decorating her porcelain face. That seemed to have won her over. "If I give you my permission... will you promise not to break my heart?" She chuckled, knowing full well how childish the question was before she even asked it. I forced a smile, convincing enough, but still hard to keep. Oh darling, I won't break your heart, I'll shatter it into thousands of splintering pieces, murder your father in cold blood and leave you a grief stricken orphan, shrouded in your own shame and regret. "I promise."

There was a pause as we both held our breath, I tried my best not to size her up like a starved animal, despite the wickedness of what I was about to do I would be able to slip away. Sex is a different kind of bliss than bloodshed, a different drug but just as potent, and my skin was starting to itch. Annabelle stirred, reaching up to her collar she began to bashfully unbutton her gown, torturously slow. It was almost frustrating to watch, I could have undressed her faster with my teeth, but I waited, drawing closer only as the shadowed line between her breasts became exposed. Placing one hand firmly on the bed and slipping the other behind her back I began to trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin as I swiftly unlaced her corset. She let out a surprised gasp as the ties released, that might have been her first clue that I wasn't exactly new to these kinds of encounters. It took no time at all for me to help her out of that blasted dress and I'd practically torn off my shirt already, really the only item of clothing I ignored up to this point were her white laced panties. Surprisingly revealing for a woman of her experience... or lack of.

Annabelle huffed and moaned as I took one breast into my mouth, circling with my tongue while my touch ventured boldly to the rim of her petite waistline. She clung to me, obviously still unsure the girl kept her legs held tightly shut, and yet she urged me to continue. "It's alright Annabelle..." I whispered, noticing her apprehension I brought my lips back up and hovered over hers. My fingers impatiently danced over the lace that concealed her, making it quite clear what I wanted to do next. "I'll be gentle..." There was still a flicker of worry in her eyes but her hands glided up over my shoulders and then sensually laced into my hair. She gave a small silent nod and then her lips met mine, it was a deep almost hungry kiss and it was getting me more and more excited. I had to remind myself to keep things tame but I couldn't help but bear down on her as her legs began to part, placing my knee in between them and immediately sweeping her subtle lingerie to the side, my touch crept lower.

I pushed my fingers down over her slit, grinning wickedly into her kiss as I felt her whole body react. First I began to slowly massage her sensitive clit, Annabelle's eyes clamped shut at the alien feeling. Slipping my fingers then over her now completely drenched entrance I softly whispered and soothed in her ear, calming her as I gently stroked her most vulnerable area. Then when I felt she'd given in a little more to my touch, I pushed two fingers inside. Her mouth gaped open and she let out a small whine before biting her lip. I watched her expression twist as I began to pump in and out of her, her grip on my hair tightening, pulling fairly hard. That alone sent a profound shiver all down my spine, hair pulling has always driven me crazy, I was practically throbbing in my boxers. Not able to wait much longer I scooped the girl up until she was practically straddling my lap, still pumping my fingers over and over again into her drenched hole she had hold of my prominently scarred back. With my free hand I unbuckled my pants and simply pushed them down along with my underwear leaving my hardened member exposed, already prodding the underside of her heart shaped bottom. "O-ohm." Annabelle purred, acknowledging what I had done, but her mind had already been lulled stupid with this new sensation. Retreating my fingers out of her she relaxed and draped over me while I cupped underneath her bottom and positioned myself at her entrance once again. I began to harshly suck at her skin just below the collar bone, purposely marking her at least three times while I teased with the tip, I could feel her twitch in anticipation. Turning my head up I let out a low chuckle, catching her dazed attention. "Fair warning love... this is going to hurt." The sweat glistened off her brow, still propped up in an even straddle she pressed her forehead to mine and smiled. "Then hurt me." There wasn't need to say anything more.

Angling my hips I slid my hands up over her curves and rested them at her waist, clamping her firmly enough that the image of my fingertips would surely linger for days. Gravity was already inching me slowly into her but one swift drive upwards sent me all the way, Annabelle let out a stifled scream as her hymen broke and her eyes welled up with tears, my lips hooked into a fiendish grin. Perhaps I should have been more gentle to start... there was a light trickle of blood as I began to move again, the girl buried her nails deep into the muscle beneath my shoulder blades, dragging them down she marked thin red lines down my back while I pushed her down onto hers. I began to thrust faster, bucking my hips into hers harder, she could no longer bite back the moans and cries. The intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure sewn into my name as it escaped her breath was pure ecstasy. The veins in my arms and neck began to pop up a little as I drove even deeper, familiar knots forming in my stomach as her wall tightened around my thick member, she quickly unraveled. Coming around me as she tossed her head back into the pillow, I kept pace, squeezing my eyes shut and grinding my teeth together everything built up inside me released. Released into her. I rode out my orgasm with a few more thrusts inside before finally pulling out. I rolled off of her, the both of us laid side by side short of breath and panting.

Annabelle then stirred, wordlessly resting her head on my chest she began to trace the outline of my muscles with one finger. BANG! BANG! BANG! Came three thunderous knocks on the door, sending Annabelle ten feet in the air. I barely moved, almost a little disappointed they'd shown so quickly. As the girl scrambled to pull the covers up over her body, shame practically radiating off of her, I turned and nonchalantly rose to my feet. "I'll be out in a moment!" I shouted, much to Annabelle's horror while I began to collect my clothing and dress. "What are you doing!?" She cried, all the colour draining from her complexion. "What I have to." I responded, unintentionally sounding more smug than I would have liked. I couldn't help it, the night was only just getting started. Leaving the top two buttons of my dress shirt undone I made my way over to the door and turned the handle. WHAM! As soon as I'd pulled it open I was greeted with a powerful hook to the jaw, staggering backwards I smirked, spitting out the blood that had started to pool in my mouth. Annabelle let out a scream, as four men walked into the room her father tailing in behind them.