AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She’s still off-limits to you.
What if she came here on her own? Does she desire to be used? Forced to submit like a good toy? Does she ache to be cherished and fucked by two men at the same time? Does she want to be hunted and chased by a primal beast? I want to climb inside her head and discover all her dirty kinks.
It doesn’t appear she’s here with anyone. She’s walking around, not bothering to search for anyone. Which would mean she’s here to find someone to play with.
It doesn’t matter. No one is going to touch her tonight, and that includes me.
I made a promise to Aaron that I would keep his sister safe, and that is exactly what I plan to do. Before I do anything irrational, I need to make sure it’s really her. I was really hoping to blow off some steam tonight, but I guess any plans of that happening just went down the shitter.
I’ll need some drinks if I’m going to be on babysitting duty all night.
The atmosphere inside this lush estate is similar to the club this group owns in downtown Boston. Dark, marble floors line the open-concept space, with thick, red curtains covering the windows, providing ample privacy for everyone who plans to indulge in all the various types of activities tonight. Everyone is here to let the darkest parts of themselves out. It doesn’t matter who we are or what awaits us tomorrow; we left all of that behind as soon as we walked through those double doors. Coming here with clear purpose and intent. It’s been too long since I’ve let my primal out, and now that Zoe is here, there is no way in hell I’m touching anyone else. The mere thought of it makes my skin crawl.
Goddammit.
I shift further back against the dimly lit hallway, blending in perfectly with the shadows as I watch groups of people dressed in elegant, colorful gowns and sharp, classy suits trickle through. As my mystery woman turns to face the grand staircase, she’s bathed in the warm, golden light of the crystal chandeliers hanging above her, casting her in a glowing aura which has me captivated. I take in her widened eyes and the small dimple that appears in the corner of her mouth. She turns toward me, biting down on those ruby lips, confirming what I knew all along.
It’s definitely Zoe.
I don’t even need to see her tattoo to know it’s her. I have never seen such bright green eyes in my life. So vibrant and breathtaking. She’s the embodiment of elegance and allure, and I can’t get enough of her.
She’s wearing a tight, deep-red gown, highlighting the contours of her body perfectly as it clings to every curve with an intimacy that makes my cock twitch. The silky fabric flows like water as she slowly moves toward the oak stairs, her eyes constantly bouncing from one thing to the next.
Another telltale sign this is Zoe: she’s fascinated by interior design and architecture. I’ve been meaning to ask Aaron if that’s what she’s studying in school, but there hasn’t been a good time to randomly bring up his sister. And I don’t ever want to make Aaron suspicious.
She’s drawn to the expensive art plastered along the white walls. The magnificence of the place draws her further into the depths of the mansion. My eyes stick on her, watching as she takes her time exploring the artwork. These walls will never witness anything more beautiful than Zoe Jackson.
She is the most priceless piece of art there is.
Her golden waves tumble gracefully over her bare shoulders and back. Wisps of hair frame her enchanting mask, which only draws more attention to her eyes and the most kissable, red lips. I soak up the way her body moves, tracing the slit down the side of her dress as it opens up to reveal her bare, toned legs. My dick hardens against my pants as my eyes continue to travel up her thighs, thinking of all the ways I want to touch her, explore her with my tongue, taste her sweetness. Wondering what my cock would feel like buried deep inside her tight pussy.
She looks like my last fucking meal, and I’m beyond tempted to collect.
CHAPTER 10
ZOE
This place is my idea of heaven. Seriously, forget all the BDSM activities; I’m happy to be here for the soaring ceilings and the adorning murals. Entering the grand ballroom, I’m absolutely floored by the entire setup for tonight.
Christ…I wasn’t sure what tonight would entail, but this is something straight out of the movies. The grand ballroom has been transformed into a black-and-red fantasy playroom. With blood-red suede furniture and leather tarps hanging from the walls, the room displays an assortment of toys, whips, chains, ropes, and handcuffs. I can’t believe how much stuff is here.
There is an entire table full of dildos and vibrators in the corner of the room—all sealed and in their original packaging. My cheeks heat, and I have to remind myself that there is no room for shame within these walls. I’m in good company tonight.
There are four tall, metal apparatuses set up in the middle of the room, similar to gym equipment, but these are special. They can support a person while they’re being hung or tied up for an extended period of time.
No one is playing yet. Instead, groups of people stand together, drinks in hand as they engage in easy conversation. I notice a couple sets of eyes on me as a masked waiter approaches, holding a tray of champagne flutes. I graciously grab a glass and thank the man before he wanders off.
Raising the flute to my lips, I focus on the house music playing in the background as I walk along the wall, sipping on champagne and praying it starts settling my nerves.
Turning around, I nearly choke on my drink as I take in the massive wall of masks. So many torturously delicious masks in various shapes, sizes, and colors. They serve to remind me of the one dark and twisted fantasy that I’ve never been able to get out of my head. The thought of being hunted and chased through the woods by a man shrouded in darkness, his face hidden under a veil.
Maybe even more than one man.
My eyes zero in on a Halloween purge mask with neon-red lights. The mask is eerily grinning back at me, molded in an unsettling combination of red and ebony. Two Xs mark the spot where the eyes should be, and the sadistic grin on the mask sends arousing shivers down my spine.
It’s devious but so alluring that I can’t help but to reach out, tracing the light with my fingertip.
“I don’t think I’ve seen so many masks in one place.”
