Unmasked: Volume One by Cassia Leo

kneel on the carpet before him.
    I bite my lip nervously as I stare at the shadowy outline of his penis. I stick my tongue out and slowly lean forward until it makes contact with the head. It’s a little wet and slippery. It tastes like me and a little salty.
    I pull it out of my mouth and reach up to touch the tip. I swipe my finger over the small slit, then rub my fingertips together. I smile as I slide my hand between my legs and use the stickiness to rub my clit.
    I moan and he takes that as his cue. He threads his fingers into the hair on the back of my head, then he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth. I try to do what all those women’s magazines say to do, and I cover my teeth with my lips. It seems to work as he slowly builds the pace of his thrusts.
    I continue to fondle myself as he works his way a bit farther into my mouth with each stroke. I’m about to come when he pulls his cock out of my mouth and steps back. He kneels before me and grabs my hand to pull it out from between my legs.
    “Stand up.”
    I stand and he grabs my waist to force me to sit on the edge of the bed. He spreads my legs and rests each leg on either of his shoulders. Then he kisses my clit as if it were my mouth.
    “Oh, my.”
    I can’t see him, but the soft sucking and humming noises he makes gives me a strong impression that he is enjoying himself. A lot. And, oh yes, so am I. So. Am. I.
    He thrusts his tongue into my vagina and I let out a fragmented whimper. I grab the top of the black hood on his head, desperate to push it back, but he pushes my hand away.
    “I want to see you,” I breathe.
    He licks his way back up to my clit and begins sucking on it gently, the way I was sucking on his cock. Up and down. Then he flicks it softly and I want to crawl away from him. It feels so good it’s almost painful. He closes his lips around my clit, his tongue fluttering over it as he sucks gently. I thrust my hips upward and he maintains his position as he brings me to climax.
    He licks me softly, as if he’s licking my wounds, until my body finally ceases spasming. Standing up, he kicks his shoes and pants aside.
    “Take it off, please,” I beg.
    He knows I’m referring to his hood, but he doesn’t oblige my request. He bends over me, wraps his arm around the small of my back, and scoots me further up the bed so he can position himself between my legs. Once he’s lying on top of me, I wrap my legs around his hips and he leans down to whisper in my ear.
    “Come with me this weekend to an event. A masquerade ball. A benefit for a fallen comrade. After the ball, I will show you my face.”
    A sharp pain twists inside my chest. This is not what I wanted. Then a small voice sounds inside my mind and a new plan begins to form.
    “Yes.”
    “You’ll come?” he asks, unable to hide his surprise.
    “Yes. I can wear a mask, too, can’t I?”
    He slides his cock into me and I gasp. He plants a soft kiss on the tip of my nose as he rocks his hips back and forth.
    “Of course, ma chérie . Anything you want.”
    He kisses me tenderly as he pierces me slowly and steadily, the heat and weight of his body making me feel so intoxicated, I actually begin to wonder if I’m losing my mind and this isn’t really happening.
    “Shh.” He kisses my temple and I can feel moisture on his lips. “Don’t cry, chérie . I’m here… I’m here and I’m not going to hurt you.”
    That’s when I realize I’m crying again. Whimpering softly as he moves in and out of me, kissing me, soothing me. As always, he is at once my enemy and my protector.

Chapter Ten
    T he ritual of applying my makeup to be seen in the light is much more drawn out than the application I use for nighttime activities. But if I’m going to be seen by a roomful of police officers and detectives, a simple Venetian mask is not enough of a disguise.
    I’m actually quite excited about going out in public in a new costume. After all, according to Daimon, I am a woman now.