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I let out the air I’d been holding, my hands coming up to rest on his wrists. “Why did you lock me in a bathroom?” I ask, some of the panic seeping out from my fingers and toes as his friend comes close, reaching out to stroke my cheek.
“Because it seemed like you wanted to play,” he remarks, head tilting just a touch to the side. “Were we wrong? Do you want to go back to your friends, truthfully?”
No.The answer echoes around my head, and unfortunately my mouth is on the same page. I say the word quickly, in a clipped tone, accompanied by a shake of my head that earns a soft stroke from the fingers of the man who holds my face.
“But I don’t know who you are,” I point out in a whisper, my head still swimming just slightly. “Aren’t you going to take off your masks?”
“No,” the one in front of me chuckles. “Sorry, little cat. We’re not taking them off. Not even for you.”
I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know me. There’s no way he can since his voice doesn't sound familiar in my ears. Surely if I’d met either of these guys more than once, I’d be able to recognize them by the sound of their voices.
Still, flickers of faces swirl in my brain. Jack and Evan, plus a few other boys who’d made it clear I was the easy target in high school. The idea that this could be one of them playing some terrifying prank, no matter how dumb of an idea that is, makes it even harder to relax when their touches draw me to do more than stand here, gaping like a fish.
But it’s the man to my left, the one who hoists himself up to sit on the long counter that holds two sinks for the primary suite, who does the best at drawing my attention. From under his hood, I can see a small peek of auburn, but he’s too close a second later, cutting off my view as he reaches out to slide a hand up my arm. The leather of his glove is a new, interesting feeling on my skin, and I shiver.
Just as his friend pulls me in to brush the lips of his mask over mine, like he can really feel the kiss. “So gorgeous,” he purrs, hooking a finger in my mask. “I won’t take this off because it wouldn’t be fair, would it sweetheart?” I love the way he talks. I love the waybothof them talk, truth be told. Though right now, he’s more vocal than his partner.
“We just want to play a little. And we’re not going to hurt you,” his friend says from my left, his voice thrumming with excitement. “Don’t you want to play with us?”
My heart hammers even as I dip a nod. Already heat is pooling between my thighs, and as if he can sense it, the man in front of me shoves them apart with his knee, moving so he can stand with one leg pressed against my center.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and presses me back, until my shoulders and the back of my head are flush with the mirror behind me. “Such a gorgeous little thing.” He moves his hands, one of them going to my throat where he can wrap his long fingers around my neck, and the other moves to my knee, pressing it further outward so he can stand more comfortably between my legs. “This really is the perfect costume for you.”
“Because I’mpurrfectlycat-like?” I joke, not sure where I’m even going with the stupid pun.
“Nah,” his friend murmurs against my ear, one hand wrapping around my thigh and the other tangling in my hair as he leaned close. “Because you’re the cat that curiosity killed…and we’re the satisfaction that can bring you back.”
A thrill shoots up my spine at his words, and irrationally, I want to beg both of them to take off their masks so I can see them. Or, more preferably, so I can kiss them and taste every bit of their mouths.
“You should’ve worn half masks,” I tell the one at my side, as his fingers stroke closer to his partner’s thigh and my center. “Then I could’ve kissed you.”
“We should’ve worn half masks,” he agrees, tone sharp. “So my boyfriend could eat you out while I fuck your mouth. I bet you’d look so good sitting on his face.” When my mouth opens—either in a gasp or to reply, I have no idea—his friend is there, thumb pressing down on my tongue and his hand gripping my jaw, keeping it open.
“I’d rather hear you moan, even if hearing you two argue is more than a little enjoyable,” he tells me, keeping his grip firm and the leather-covered digit pressed down firmly so I can’t say a word. “Lean back against the mirror for us a little more, sweetheart. Let us play with you before we let you go.”
My breath hitches at that, and it takes a moment for me to do what he says, my gaze fixed on the narrow eyes of his mask. His other hand leaves my thigh, and it’s his partner who surprises me, moving so he’s sitting fully on the counter between the sinks and can curl one leg under him, the length of his calf against my hip. He leans forward, the hand on my thigh moving too, until I feel his gloved fingers stroking lightly against my panties, teasing me.
The sound I make is embarrassing at best, and I squirm against the mirror, their touches driving me crazy with how much more I want. One of them chuckles, though I don’t know which, and the man in front of me reaches to grip the bow holding up the corset top of my dress. “Can I undo this? I promise I’ll help you put it back,” he asks, already plucking at the ribbon.
I jerk a nod, most of my attention fixed on the auburn-haired man’s questing fingers. The teasing stays at the edges of the cloth covering my damp slit, never once going where I want them to. In some detached, rational part of my brain, I tell myself this isn’t what I came here for, and that I’m probably going to question this in the morning.
But I don’t care.Not right now. Not when I need something, anything, to take my mind off of the memories that plague me in my sleep. My brain is still a little fuzzy with alcohol, and I blame it on that when I let out a soft moan that sounds too much like a mewl, and arch my hips against the man’s fingers.
He chuckles, and when my fingers wrap around his wrist, trying to guide him to where I want him, he doesn’t seem to mind. But he also doesn’t exactly comply. He takes his time as his friend unties the ribbon at my chest, unthreading it from the bronze loops that hold my dress together.
Fuck.I’m really about to let them, two strangers in masks, do this. But instead of scaring me, the thought fuels me onward, and I try to make a noise of impatience to get both of them tohurry up.
But I don’t think they get the message. Not when it still takes another thirty seconds for the man to push my panties to the side, and when the man unlacing my dress is still just playing with the ribbon, teasing my skin with the edges of it.
“Patience,” his friend purrs in my ear. “You’ve got to have patience, little cat. Why don’t you show me how much you want us, hmm? Close your lips around his thumb and suck on it for me.”
When I hesitate, they don’t push me. They don’t say anything until I lock eyes with both of their masks’ eyes, and I hope they can see me do it before my lips and teeth come down around his friend’s thumb, just sharply enough for him to feel it. The leather is a bitter tang against my tongue, but I still close my eyes and lean my head back, dragging his hand with me as I trace the seam with my tongue and suckle at it, teeth grazing over the fabric.
“Fuck,” I hear him breathe. “You’re so hot, sweetheart. Look at you.” His hand at my corset ribbon fumbles for a few seconds, but a moment later it rips open, the ribbon pooling on the sink on my other side. He pulls his thumb from my mouth so he can use both hands, fingers gentle as he shoves my dress open as far as it can go, slipping it down my arms until it sits at my waist.
“Come here, darling,” his friend murmurs, snagging my knee with one hand and pulling it over his leg. He hooks it there and squeezes my thigh, an obvious message for me to keep it in place, before his hand goes to his boyfriend’s jeans. Surprisingly quickly and with only one hand, he unbuttons the taller man’s fly, the zipper loud in the small room as he peels it downward to be met with a groan.
“Wait—” He stops himself from what he was going to say, shuddering. “If you do that, I’m going to end up fucking her in this damn bathroom.”
