Page 19 of The Devil After Dark
eighteen
LIANA
I closed the door to my condo with a decisive click before dropping my keys in the bowl next to the door. Then I flicked on the hall light. “Were you on a date?” a voice said with a clearly forced calm.
I nearly fell back against the wall as my eye snapped to my living room and I saw the figure sitting in my chair.
The white from his mask glowed in the moonlight coming through the windows and the hall light did nothing but cast shadows into the room.
“Business dinner,” I managed to say, breathing out a few measured breaths to calm myself.
“Come here,” Cassio said from his seat.
I didn’t move. I had been so enthralled with Cassio and then I found out he was the one turning up in my home uninvited … I knew what I should think, but I was still trying to rationalize it. “Why are you in my home, Cassio?” I asked instead of obeying him.
“Baby girl … come here before I have to cross this room to get you,” Cassio replied. His tone had me automatically stepping in his di rection. I stopped just in front of him and before I could ask him again why he was in my home, he reached forward and grabbed my hips, pulling me to straddle him.
I could feel instantly that he was hard underneath me. My mouth dried and I swallowed. “Why are you here?” I asked again in a whisper.
His leather gloved hand ran up my body and to my jaw. He turned my head to the side and used a gloved finger to push my high neckline out of the way. I realized he was looking at the mark he had given me. Then his hand moved up to caress my cheek. “I am here every night,” Cassio responded.
Every night? Cassio just said he was here every night . I didn’t see him every night … which meant some nights he didn’t wake me. My mind raced. How many times had he been here and I had no idea. “Why?”
“Because I can’t get enough of you,” he said as his thumb skimmed across my lower lip.
Something in that admission made me wildly turned on.
There was just something about having someone completely obsessed with me that lit a fire in my core.
I let my hands reach down and started to slowly undo his belt.
I wasn’t sure if he would let me take the lead or if he would stop me.
He only groaned and adjusted so that I had better access to undo his pants and slide my hand in to grasp his hard cock.
Holy fuck. He was huge and hard and the skin on his dick was so soft.
My eyes searched over his masked face, hoping I could see something or read his response.
Of course there was nothing I could read through the mesh covering his eyes and the almost brutal paint on the mask.
I carefully lifted a hand to the edge of his mask and his hand caught my wrist. “Leave it,” he breathed.
I pulled my hand back slowly and changed my focus to exploring every inch of his cock. I guess he had a mask kink.
His head tilted back slightly as I ran my hand along the length of him.
His hands dropped to my legs then slid up towards my center.
A moment later they jerked and I heard a ripping noise as he tore right through my tights.
I gasped as he tore them further. Then one hand expertly hooked into my panties while the other moved to cup the back of my neck.
His grasp was desperate and my touch was becoming desperate too.
His hand rubbed over me, pressing the thin fabric of my panties against my clit and causing my muscles to tighten at the pleasure it sent through me.
Then he tugged my panties to the side. I raised up and moved so his cock was beneath me and I guided him to my entrance.
His tip slipped over me. “Baby girl,” Cassio gasped then let out a low growl.
“You are soaking wet and I’ve barely touched you. ”
I pressed myself down and let his tip inch into me.
I gasped at the feeling. It was amazing.
I needed more. I needed him. I pressed myself further down and was only encouraged by his groan.
I grabbed onto his shoulders as his hand slipped to my hip and he thrust up into me.
I had zero thoughts in my head besides how absolutely amazing this felt.
I slowly began fucking him, rocking my hips and allowing him to slide out inches before I buried him inside me again.
“My little slut,” he gasped and grabbed onto me, lifting me into the air before my back landed on my couch. My hands slipped off him as he grabbed my legs, pushing them up towards my head and to the side as he began pounding into me.
I could not help my cries of pleasure as Cassio absolutely destroyed me.
One hand held my legs while his other pushed my head back into the couch with his hand on my jaw.
One of his gloved fingers forced its way between my lips and I bit down on it.
I was so close to cumming for him. Then he groaned as he spilled into me.
I could feel the warmth and wetness dripping out of me as he slowed his thrusts.
But he left me on the edge of my own climax.
His hand pulled back from my face and his other released my legs, guiding them gently down as he slid out of me and braced himself above me.
I just stared into his mask-covered face as he gathered himself.
After a few moments, Cassio tucked himself back into his pants and stood up. “You can stay,” I offered. Gods that was the first thing I was going to say? Even after I hadn’t finished I was inviting him to stay? I hated how he always just left, but that was just pathetic.
“No, I can’t,” he said thickly. Then without another word he left me on the couch, his cum dripping out of me. He just left. He had thrown me on the couch and fucked me until his own quick release and then walked out.
I choked back a small sob and curled up into a small ball, hugging my arms around myself.
This had not felt like the other times he had just left.
It was like he didn’t really care, when normally his only focus was on me.
Maybe that was all this was—a tease to get to the point where he could fuck me and then he was done.
Maybe he didn’t like fucking me. What the hell did all this mean for work?
Would he fire us because he didn’t like me?
I choked back a sob of embarrassment and pulled my underwear back into place.
Then I hurried to the bathroom. I needed to wash tonight off myself—to wash the shame and Cassio off myself.