Page 64 of The Invite (The Massacre Ball #1)

Nessa

“Do you want to know why I love wearing a mask?” Augustus drawls against the shell of my ear as we stand in the middle of the room with him behind me.

“The freedom to be whoever you want?” I whisper, my eyes threatening to close from the sensual glide of his knuckles down my arm.

“No.” A bite to my lobe before he answers darkly, “The power. Most people are scared of the unknown and to avoid being afraid, they’re willing to do anything. The very first thing they ditch are their morals and you just know, you have them at your mercy.”

Curiosity has me asking, “What’s it like?”

Smiling, he brushes his lips along my neck, and rasps, “Just like the rush you felt when you controlled me under the knife. Holding the ultimate power over someone’s life or death.

Only a million times more potent because they have no clue who you are.

It’s your choice to be their executioner or their messiah. ”

Closing my eyes, I imagine what it must feel like. Who will I become? An executioner or a savior?

“Do you want that power, little prey?”

Is it wrong that I do?

“Want to dance on the wild side? I know you’re curious.

” His tone is hypnotizing, loosening my senses like a drug.

Raising my arms to wrap around his neck, his fingers roam to my arched chest, cupping and rolling my heavy breasts.

“Do you want to be someone else for a night? I’ll teach you to let go, Ness. ”

I want to experience the freedom he’s offering. The carnality of becoming a nobody and his plaything at once. I want my basest instincts to rule my body and mind. To blur the lines between right and wrong. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

Turning around in his embrace, I raise my gaze to his and let him drown me in his world of anonymity. “Teach me.”

A primal beast stares down at me with unbridled lust. His intentions—predatory and untamed. Squeezing my throat possessively and almost threateningly, he warns, “Think carefully. When I said I want you in my world, I meant it with no holds barred. You step inside, it’s all in.”

I shudder when the true meaning of his words pierces together into my brain.

He’s asking me to become a part of his online persona.

Adrenaline floods my bloodstream as my gaze flickers toward the cameras and the line of masks proudly displayed on the wall. Lust seizes my body hostage, a zap traveling from my hard nipples to my pussy, igniting a treacherous throb in my swollen clit.

Can I let go completely?

Let a bunch of strangers see me naked and writhing in pleasure?

Can I handle it?

My body screams yes while my mind calls me reckless for even considering it.

Capturing my chin, Augustus brings his savage face into my focus. “I’m forced to keep us a secret everywhere else, but I won’t hide you in here. We do everything together. That’s the new and only rule.”

His pupils shine with pure heat and adoration. An urgency to devour me. Worship me.

Deep down, I crave to immerse in his life completely.

My mind and body forgotten, it’s my heart that wins the war and seals my decision. Stretching up on my toes, I crush my mouth against his and kiss him. Pulling back, I whisper, “Show me your world, August.”

“Kneel,” comes his rough command.

I fall to my knees and peer up at him like he’s my go—

No, not god.

My devil .

As I watch him conceal his sinful face underneath the ski mask, he’s no longer my Augustus. He’s the sinister-eyed monster who has dragged me into his lair.

A steady pulse begins to drum in my ears as he turns around and walks across the room. Dragging the tall chair to the space between the two ring lights attached to separate tripods, he sets it there.

The next second, the entire room plunges into darkness.

My heart drops to my stomach.

“August,” I whimper.

“Shhh…” he murmurs soothingly, just as bright light illuminates the room.

I breathe in relief, recognizing the circular ring light. The calmness lasts for a second until I catch Augustus’s large and ripped frame sitting on the chair. All savage and imposing with his legs spread, facing and staring right at me.

God! Those pitch-black eyes.

I truly feel like a prey captured by a hunter.

On pins and needles, I eagerly wait for his command. Instead, I’m awarded a front-row seat to a thirst trap. I had no idea he had started recording.

Because you were too busy ogling him.

My lusty gaze tracks the confident movement of his hand running over his chest, deliberate but disguised as casual. I finally understand what women mean by arm porn. The way he has his flexed, it’s mouthwateringly sexy. The tattoos swirling on them making them downright lethal.

I squirm on the floor as it slowly shifts down his steel abs. The closer it inches to the dark trail of hair leading to the intimidating bulge in his sweats, the hotter I burn.

My tongue aches to lick the same path.

How long will he make me wait? This is both heaven and hell.

Every inch of me aches and is a ball of desire, waiting to be unleashed. I beg him with my eyes and I almost cry when he crooks a finger at me.

I move to stand. One word from him stops me short.

“Crawl.”

I blink, certain I misheard him. One glance at his filthy expression proves me wrong. Inclining his head, he growls, “Get on all fours and crawl to me, little prey.”

Ensnared by the dirty glint in his eye, I lower to my hands and knees, and crawl toward him. It should be degrading but with the reverence he watches me, makes me feel sexy. The closer I get to him, the more conscious I become of the lights and the cameras.

Augustus leans forward as soon as I stop between his feet. I forget about our surroundings the second he softly grips my chin. The skin-on-skin contact a balm to my soul. It grounds me like nothing else does. Tilting my head, he murmurs low, “It’s just you and me.”

His soft assurance sheds the last of my nerves and I completely sink into my role. Once he’s confident I’m ready, he drops his hand and settles back against the chair. His gaze hardens as he issues another command. “Take out my cock and get it wet.”

With trembling fingers, I lower the waistband and push one hand inside. Hot, silky skin wrapped around a hard shaft meets my palm and I circle it tightly. Pulling it out, I’m left awestruck and scared by the thickness and the length from this close.

I’m shocked how I’m even walking after having it inside of me twice.

My pussy quivers at the memory.

Was it only a few days ago he claimed me?

“I didn’t ask you to stare, I told you to suck,” Augustus says impatiently, jolting me from my inner musings.

A soft, hungry noise pierces the air and I’m stunned that it came from me.

Placing one palm on this thigh for balance, I cover the purple and moist crown with my lips, and suck. A groan rumbles from above, sending a shiver down my spine.

Holding him by the base, I take as much of him as possible in my mouth. I immediately choke and pull off him. I sneak a peek at him and find his eyes shut tight. However, there’s a rapturous quality to them, even though I can’t see his face entirely.

Squeezing him a little, I suck his length again. This time, I use my tongue and roll it around the head before teasing the slit with the barest flick.

Precum erupts in my mouth and I greedily drink it. Craving another shot, I squeeze and stroke while pulling him deeper.

I have no clue what I’m doing because he’s never allowed me this much control until tonight. It’s a high but I learn that I love his domineering and rough touch more. I love when he manhandles me, makes me submit, and uses me as he wishes.

As if he heard my inner thoughts, a fist bundles my hair tightly, followed by a nasty encouragement. “Make a mess. Spit and choke on it. Slobber all over my cock like you’re desperate for it.”

His hips thrust up hard, as if to enunciate his words.

I moan around his shaft, making his eyes fly open. A deeply penetrating look into my tear-filled eyes is all it takes from him to understand my need. Proving we’re connected on an innate level.

Twisting my strands harder, he pushes my head down, forcing more than half of his length. I sputter and drool as I struggle to breathe, but I don’t tap out.

“Oh, you need a rough throat fucking, is that it, little prey?” he taunts, lips tilting to the side in a vicious grin. “Want me to make a mess of you?” Yanking me up until the tip is in, he brings my mouth down just as he thrusts up. “Is this what you want, slut?”

He doesn’t pause fucking my throat to let me answer because there’s no need.

It’s all in my hooded eyes and tear-soaked cheeks.

“What a tragedy,” he coos tauntingly, lodging his cock deep. “In our tale, the teacher becomes the student’s pet.”

Arousal drips down my thighs at those indecent and forbidden words.

“Suck when I fill your throat,” he grunts, staring at his length disappearing in between my lips. “Poor prey. Nobody’s taught you how to suck a cock. I’m loving breaking in your virgin mouth, Ness. So wet and hot and eager.”

Withdrawing, he fists his girth and rubs our combined spit and precum all over my face. “Told you I’ll dirty you up, teach.”

Tugging me closer, he bares the lower half of his face to spit on my lips and slaps my cheek with his cock. Then repeats it again. I lick and swallow it up like it’s my sustenance.

“So beautiful,” he rasps, hooked by my brazenness. “You were made to be debauched by me.”

“Only by you,” I murmur.

With a smile, he thrusts back inside and makes my mouth his home. Every pleasured groan that escapes him thrums in my veins and I swallow him down.

He’s unabashedly raw and rough.

Low and deep grunts mixing with my moans.

The little oxygen I get is by breathing through my nose. It’s not easy because by now, both his hands are holding my head still while he pounds away at my throat. His balls slap my chin every time he bottoms out, which he’s managed to do only twice because of his size.

I was close to passing out in those seconds because he’d pin me down with my nose pressed against his groin. His praise would make it worth it.

“So fucking good,” he rasps. “Such a perfect mouth.”

My lips feel raw when he stops after a particularly mean thrust. I cough, preparing to take him again but he doesn’t push inside.

Tilting my head, I stare at him in confusion.

“I love that you’re a cum slut but I’m not coming anywhere but inside your tight cunt, little prey.” Pushing his thumb inside my mouth, he teases, “If you’re good, I’ll let you lick some as it dribbles out of your hole.”

As he slips the digit out, I expect him to stand to fuck me but instead, he brings out the Scream mask. My body buzzes when he wordlessly slides it over my face. I blush as I inhale the lingering scent of my cum on the mask. I’m glad Augustus can’t see my reaction.

Underneath the mask, my heartbeats seem to pound in my ear. Every sense sharpens and heightens. My face is hidden, yet I’ve never felt freer. My shoulders pull back in confidence of their own volition.

A simple mask shouldn’t cause such a difference and pull such a visceral reaction out of me. But good God, it so does.

Everything that felt off-limits a minute ago doesn’t anymore.

All my shyness vanishes.

Augustus’s hand trails down the column of my throat, circling it at the base. “Loving it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I rasp with a smile.

Gripping my throat, he applies pressure and pulls until I stand in between his legs. His cock sits proudly against his lower abs, glistening with my saliva. I grab his shoulders when he reaches behind and tugs my shirt up, baring my ass to the camera.

I arch into his touch as he fondles my cheeks before spanking the right one.

“Ahh,” I squeal at the sting.

“Quiet,” he reprimands, spanking its twin with more force.

Blood hits my taste buds as I bite down too hard on my lip to stifle the pained cry. Squeezing the punished flesh, his large palm smacks my ass several times, testing my obedience until I’m sure I’ll break.

“You submit so beautifully, pet.”

The praise hits me square in the chest.

Spinning me around, he grabs my waist and yanks me down on his lap.

I hate the thin fabric separating our flesh.

Before I can ask him to remove my shirt, strong hands grasp the backs of my knees.

Hooking them on the arms of the chair, he spreads me obscenely, causing the shirt to ride up my stomach.

It’s too big and loose on my frame to expose my pussy completely.

The current position leaves no mistake that I’m bare underneath.

Augustus’s warm breath raises the small hairs on my neck.

The material of his mask teasing as he brushes his mouth up to my ear, and seductively rasps, “Stare into the camera and imagine they’re watching us right now.

Their greedy eyes roaming all over you, desperate for any glimpse of your beautiful body you’re willing to give.

Fulfill their fantasy of what it’d be like to watch you come.

Let them wonder if the face underneath is as breathtaking as the rest of you. Give them a filthy show, honey.”