A/N: Adult content (Smut) in this chapter. You have been warned.
Downtown Brockton Bay, Downtown.
"Hi, Liam." Said a beautiful, seductive voice. It sent a chill down my spine- in a good way. I thought she sounded familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on who it was. I turned my stool to face her.
A girl wearing a black mask that covered half of her face stood in front of me. Her luscious lips curled upward in a demure smile. That smile almost made me melt on the spot and I haven't even seen her full face. I couldn't help but check her out, she was wearing a short, fitted black dress with a plunging v-neck that revealed her generous cleavage. Holy mother of all fucks, what I'd do with those pair. It made my mouth dry and my dick throbbing at the thought.
"Hey," I said in a cool voice before taking a sip of my drink, trying to restore some moisture to my throat. "Do I know you?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. It would ruin the fun of masquerade if I told you, wouldn't it?" She said with a wicked grin playing on her lips.
I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not."
She made a delicious sound that sent heat straight through my body even better and faster than the bourbon.
"How did you know my name?" I asked.
"Well, who wouldn't know Liam Anders?" She answered. I hate it when someone calls me using my full name but it sounded so delightful when she said it. Hell, I would even let her scream it as I brought her to orgasm after orgasm.
I shook my head trying to brush the thought away because it only made my cock harder.
"Do you want to dance with me?". She asked.
I put my glass down and stood from my seat. "It would be a pleasure." I hold out my hand and she put her hand on mine. I kissed the back of her hand without taking my eyes off hers. She flashed another one of those smiles that could melt a fucking iceberg.
I led her to the dance floor. I guided her hands to my shoulders and I put my hands around her waist. I kept eye contact the entire time. She on the other hand broke it. Not that I could blame her, the way she looked, how tight she was pressed against me. She really looked familiar but I couldn't recognize her. It didn't help that the club was dark, illuminated only by dim blue lights.
"Have we met before?" I asked, trying to strike a conversation that might give me a clue on who she was.
"Maybe. Maybe not." She answered playfully.
"You won't tell me who you are, will you?" I asked smiling.
"Why? don't you like mysteries?" She teased, moving her fingertips to the back of my neck.
"You have a way of arousing my imagination," I told her.
"Just your imagination?" One corner of her lips curved up.
"Oh, fuck, you're driving me crazy, do you know that? You are such a tease." I groaned. My hands slid from her waist to her bottom and I pressed her body against mine, making her feel my already growing hardness against her thigh. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?" I growled softly in her ear.
"Y-y-yes..." She said softly, her voice shaking. My lips formed a smile. I slightly lifted her dress in the back with one hand and my other hand began to caress her bottom, feeling the fabric of her underwear.
I moved my hand lower, I felt her slit through her panties. I heard her gasped. I knew no one would see us because the dance floor is already crowded, also, it was dark.
She whimpered when I teased her slit by running a finger in between it. She shoved her face on my chest and her hands clutched on my shirt. I pressed a finger to her hole through the fabric. I darted my finger in and out but never really going inside. I could already feel the wetness on her underwear.
"Do you want me to make you come?" I whispered in her ear.
"L-liaaamm..." She moaned softly against my chest. I allowed myself a smile of triumph. My fingers went under the fabric and she quickly pushed me away before I could get a chance to touch her bare folds.
"Um... Liam, we shouldn't- not here..." She was stuttering.
"Then where? I want to be inside you so bad, babe. I want to feel your tight hole clenching around me..." I said hoarsely. "Wouldn't you like that, baby?"
She paused for a while before biting her lower lip. I wanted to chew that pretty lip of hers for her.
I took her hand and pulled her out of the crowd. She pulled her hand from mine.
"What's wrong?"
"I...I know a place where we could do it." She said. She took my hand and pulled me towards the side of the stage. We climbed the small staircase to the backstage.
The backstage was dark, a small source of light illuminated from the slit of a curtain but it wasn't enough for me to see where We were going. I felt her when she let go of my hand. I waved my hands in front of me like acting like a blind man.
"Babe?" I called her when I actully couldn't find her.
"I'm here..." says the voice behind me. I knew it was Her. I smile and turn to her. I could see her figure in the dark. I cupped her face and lowered mine to hers. I was about to kiss her but she turn her face away. "Do you want to play a game?"
"What kind of game?" I asked.
"I'm going to have to blindfold you, ok?" She teasingly traced her fingertips on my neck down to my chest before she covered my eyes with the blindfold. Kinky, I thought to myself.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"Nothing. Just feel what I'm doing to you." She said.
She pulled down my pants and that left me half-naked, She then grabbed my dick with her soft warm hands, and I felt like I was about to lose my mind.
"What is that?" I asked.
She put my hands behind my back and tied it with a cloth, "sssshh, relax babe, trust me..".
My body anticipated her touch. I waited for her to continue but she didn't do anything. After a few minutes of waiting, I grew impatient and I could hear several heartbeats approaching. What the fuck was taking her so long? Whatever game she was playing, I wasn't a fan.
"You there?" I called her again. She didn't answer. I removed the blindfold from my eyes, exactly as the curtain opened. A blinding bright single spotlight blasted directly on where I was standing. I couldn't see a damn thing for about 10 seconds, when my eyes adjusted I saw people looking at me. I stood there alone on the stage, in front of god knows how many people, with my dick standing at attention.
I cursed silently when I opened the link Dean forwarded me. It was an article from an online gossip blog with a picture of me, taken from the crowd, standing under the spotlight, with wet and proud nipples, my arms tied behind my back.
'Liam Anders strips at social event.'
That's what the article says. That really pissed me off. Why would I freaking do that in public, of all places, when I could get all the women I want?
The incident happened just two days ago and the pictures were already spreading like wildfire all over the internet. I leaned back on my swivel chair and massaged my temples. She fucking ruined my life. How are people going to take me seriously now? How was I supposed to compel everyone there with all the cameras present? Now that there was a picture of me naked going around the internet and no one there remembers taking those pictures? I wanted to strangle whoever that woman was... or better yet, fuck her to death. Yeah, that will be her punishment when we meet again, and I will.
That woman... she's fucking killing me. I wanted her so bad. I wanted to know how her red, luscious lips would feel around my dick. How her tight, wet pussy would feel around my length, how she tasted... I find myself taking cold showers every night because of her.
I hate her but I want her all the same. Damn it, just thinking about her got me hard. The moment I get her, I would fuck her until she begs me to stop. I would do my best to make sure she can't talk again because she's too hoarse from screaming my name. I swear to God, I would fuck her so long, so hard, so rough she would never be able to walk again.
Damn, I needed to get laid...
I reached for my phone and scrolled through the contact. I just picked a random name on my 'special' call list. It doesn't matter who it was, if the name is on the list, she's fuckable. Now, these girls knew exactly what they were getting themselves into. I made it clear to them that I don't do relationships. I'm all for casual sex and they know it.
It would be their fault if they have feelings for me, but I always make sure it won't come to that. And if it happens, which most of the time does, she gets deleted from the 'special' call list.
"Ooh.. ooh... ooh! Liiaaammmm!" She cried out as I thrust into her. "I'm coming, Liam, I'm coming!"
I pounded to her harder and harder from behind.
"Yes, oh yeeeeees!" She buried her head in the pillow. I could already feel her throbbing around my throbbing length, her juices dripping down her thighs. This was the second time I got her off and I still haven't finished. I disappointedly pull out of her and looked down at my dick. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you, lady? Why won't you let me come?
"You're so hard." She lazily said while giggling. No shit, Sherlock. Still, I can't get off.
I just needed to concentrate. I'm just stressed out because of that damn article. Don't think about it too much. Just fuck her.
"Hey-" I stopped mid-sentence. What was her name again? Sydney? Sarah? Sam? I'm sure it was something with an S. Well, fuck it. "Hey, you."
She looked at me. "Yeah, baby?"
"Come over here," I said. She scooted next to me. I guided her head in between my thighs.
"Open up," I chided rubbing my thumb on her cheek.
"Anything for you- mm..." She started took me into her mouth and sucking me like a popsicle. She started bobbing her head taking inch after inch. I closed my eyes, imagining it was the masked lady who was doing this to me, her red lips around my dick. I instantly got harder at the mere thought.
"Oh yeah, just like that." I groaned. I pushed her head down further until I felt her nose touch my trimmed pubes myself getting closer to the edge. She moaned submissively. A wave of intense pleasure shot through me.
"Shit... faster, faster." I grabbed the back of her hair and guided her head, she was sucking on it like she was starving. Finally! Thank God! I was finally coming...
I groaned as she continued to move her head up and down me. She gulped it down. She, then, looked up at me and smiled seductively. If only she knew I was thinking of another woman while she was blowing me.
After a few seconds, I stand up and started to get dress. I was sitting at the edge of the bed, putting on my shirt when she hugged me from behind.
"Leaving already?" she softly said.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Don't you want to cuddle for a bit?" She said, kissing down my neck.
"I need to go," I said.
"But, Liam, let's just cuddle for a bit. Pleeeaaaseee..." she tried to pull me back to bed. Let no one tell me I'm not into cuddling.
I'm sitting in front of the monitor where the footage of what happened that night will be played, with Dean and her staff. We searched for the footage of what happened that night, just to see who the woman with the black mask is.
Damn! Why did I only think of that now? I really wanted to know who that woman was.
"Are you going to sue the woman?" Dean asked.
"Probably." I shrugged, my eyes never leaving the monitor. No, not really... I wanted to take justice into my own hand. I would make her regret what she did to me, how she humiliated me. My eyes searched for the woman in the video. I know that finding her will not be easy, because not only was that the place crowded, it's was also pitch black because of heavy darkness.
Then minutes into watching the footage, my eyes followed the woman in a tight, black dress. I knew it was her. "There she is!"
We watched the footage from different angles. Like what happened back there, She approached me from the bar and I stand to walk us to the dance floor. My lips formed a smug smile while watching the video. I watched as she buried her face on my chest, damn!. I could almost feel her again on my hand... Her soft ass, her wet slit, her tight hole.
She pulled me backstage then, later on, she came out alone. And you already know what happened next. Dean's holding back his laughter while he watched what happened next. I glared at him and he raised both his arms as if surrendering while obviously trying to suppress his laughter.
"Dude, sometimes you gotta use this head." He told me.
"Fuck you."
He just laughed at me, the bastard.
We switched to different CCTV cameras, following every move that woman made. She came out of the club and went to the parking lot. The lighting was bright in the parking lot and I could see her more clearly. Even with her mask on, she looked more beautiful than any other girl I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
She approached two women, they high-fived each other and started laughing. I could hear them talking about me! It was all planned! I wondered why would anyone do that to me?
I watched as she took her mask off. Suddenly, I was holding my breath. Finally! I can finally know who the hell you are!
But then I almost dropped to my seat when the image turned to static. No... no, no, no. What the hell!
"Sorry Liam, the recording must have been damaged." Dean went closer to the monitor, taking a closer look.
I shook my head in disbelief...
"Fuck!"