Page 7 of You’re ours now (Masked Men)

Chapter Six

Mellie

Holy shit, that was the best experience of my life!

Now I’m breathless and utterly spent. After I’ve fixed my clothes, I stand and look around. My phone is still in my pocket, so I pull it out and turn on the flashlight. I’m unsure what happens now... Do the lights come on and I give my interview? They had me pack an overnight bag for a reason.

My wet underwear finally registers in my overstimulated brain and my heart sinks. Oh fuck , what have I done? My partner has never not worn protection. I don’t know the man in the mask—what if he has some disease? And I let him fuck me raw without hesitation! Tears prick in my eyes. How could I be so careless?

Letting myself out of the pool area, I walk back the way I came, hoping it will lead me to the lobby and my bags. On the way, I stop and message Julius.

Me

I did something fucking stupid.

Within seconds, my phone buzzes, and his handsome face fills my screen. I answer his FaceTime call.

“Hey, Moo, are you okay?”

I nod, trying to compose myself. “I’m more than okay, but I fucked up. He... he didn’t wear protection.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll deal with it when you get home. Surely, they test everyone. And besides, you’re on birth control.”

My panic fades as his common sense overrides my fears. They asked me for my test results when I filled in the waiver, and I have been on birth control since I was sixteen. Not that I was sexually active at sixteen, but my mom didn’t believe that nothing would happen between me and three male best friends. She is secretly team Zayne; he is such a smooth talker, and my mom is a sucker.

“Do you need me to come and get you?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“I was having a moment and needed you. I’ll be fine—sorry to freak you out.”

“Never apologize, you know I have your back no matter what. Have fun, and if you need me, I’m only a call away.”

We say goodbye and I end the call, feeling a lot better. I continue toward the lobby and find my suitcase and bag exactly where I left them, except now there is an envelope placed on top. I pick it up and open it to find a keycard with a room number inside.

My phone buzzes with another message.

Unknown

Your room is on the fourth floor. We have delivered your dinner. Eat and shower because you never know when round two will begin.

Round two... Why does that excite me so much? The phone vibrates again.

Unknown

They say two is better than one.

What does that mean? Two men? Or that more of my fantasies will be fulfilled in round two?

Grabbing my suitcase, I head toward the stairs. This place is run-down and there is no chance I’m taking the elevator. I know we all die someday, but plummeting to my death in an old metal box won’t be the way I go out. Though knowing my luck, I wouldn’t die. I would lie there with all my bones broken and traumatize my best friends when they come to rescue me.

The first flight of stairs isn’t so bad. I slow at the second, and by the time I reach the fourth floor, I’m practically wheezing. I flash my phone light onto the room card and check the number, and thankfully my room is the second door on the right. Once I swipe the card, the door clicks, and I push it open.

I gasp at what I see when I step inside. The overhead lights are dimmed, and the bed is covered in rose petals. A bottle of wine is chilling in a bucket of ice, little heart-shaped chocolates are placed on the pillows, and an extra box of them is sitting on the bedside table. Compared to everything else I’ve seen so far, this room is decadent. This is exactly what I would love if I had a boyfriend—a romantic surprise night away for Valentine’s Day.

Placing my suitcase by the bed, I sit on the edge of it and move the tray of food in front of me, then remove the lid. My mouth waters at the sight of my favorite meal. It must be a coincidence because anyone can love steak and mini potatoes covered in garlic butter, with mini bread rolls on the side. Besides, these rolls look store bought. Normally Julius bakes them himself from scratch, while Storm grills the steak. Zayne is the princess of the group and sits with me while they cook. We joke it’s the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle.

My stomach grumbles, and I pull the tray closer, then devour every single bit of food on the plate. I should have eaten slowly, as all I want to do now is fall into a food coma. However, there is no way I will do that when round two is on offer. If I only get one night here, then I plan to enjoy every second—it’s unlikely I’ll ever experience something like this again.

Once I finish, I move the tray to a small table beneath the old television mounted on the wall. Then, wanting to look nice for my mystery man, I gather my sexiest underwear and corset, and also my toiletries and a towel from the end of the bed.

When I walk into the bathroom, I find it’s outdated but clean, and I sit my clothes on the vanity. Jumping into the shower, I turn on the tap and squeal when the cold water hits my skin, adjusting the heat until steam billows. I open the glass shower door and step out to grab my toiletry bag. Fishing out a shower cap, I secure it, as I don’t have the time to reset my curls—I hope my masked man pulls on them as he runs his hands through the strands.

Once I’m clean, I turn off the water and step out, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around my body. I gasp as I look at the mirror—there’s a message scrawled across the surface.

You’re Ours Now

Did someone come in while I was in the shower? You’re ours now... I hate cryptic messages; they confuse me.

I rub my hand over the message, erasing it, and smirk at myself in the mirror. I think about the epic way I was fucked, and how he is the first to make me come from sex alone. Normally orgasms take me forever, and I need some kind of clit stimulation. I thought it was the only way women orgasmed until I met Lily, and that led me down a rabbit hole on Google. It’s the reason I wish I had girlfriends in high school: girls talk.

The guys and I didn’t talk about anything relating to me and sex until I was twenty-one, and only because I came home in tears after a terrible sexual encounter. The moron tried to shove his cock in my ass with no lube, and I was scared he ripped my asshole in half. Zayne offered to check for me, but Julius insisted on driving me to see his aunt, who’s a doctor, and thankfully everything was intact. I dated a guy after that who was obsessed with anal, and I didn’t mind it when it was done right, but he never gave me an orgasm without me playing with my clit.

I had been convinced I was broken, but Lily assured me I wasn’t. She said I just needed to find the right sexual partner. I hope tonight wasn’t a fluke because I enjoyed myself way too much to never do that again.

Once I’m dressed in my prettiest lingerie, I apply a small amount of makeup, then throw my hair up into a cute messy bun, leaving two strands out on each side. The distinct sound of my phone has me walking back into the room and checking my messages.

Unknown

Go downstairs to the lobby. There’s no time to change. Walk outside your room and get into the elevator.

Shit, I should have worn more clothes—I might freeze to death. Though I suppose running will get my heart racing, and my lack of clothes is sexy. I grab the key card for the room and leave my phone on the bed, having nowhere to stash it in this outfit. As I step out of the room, I leave the card on the floor beside the door. It’s not like anyone else is here anyway.

My palms are sweating as I press the button for the elevator. When the doors open, I reluctantly get inside and press the button for the lobby, then close my eyes and keep them shut until the doors slide open. I’m surprised when I step out—it’s no longer pitch-black. There is now a dim light, giving the room enough illumination to see.

I stand there and wait, unsure of what is coming next. Then the lights flicker and cut out, sending the room into pitch darkness, the contrast from the slight illumination making it darker than before. I haven’t had time for my eyes to adjust, so I can’t see shit. Spinning in a circle, I look for the glow of a mask. Will he even wear the mask? Shit, my brain spins with a hundred more questions, but before I can overanalyze them, the glow from a pink mask catches my eye. The rush of excitement and adrenaline has my stomach in knots.

I don’t wait for him to say anything; I turn around to run.

However, I hit a solid brick wall.

I look up to find a second mask right there, then the man wearing it places his hands on my shoulders. The feel of his gloves on my skin is rough, but goosebumps rise at the thought of him pulling my hair.

“She was trying to run from us,” a distorted voice says from behind me.

“Naughty girls should be punished,” his companion replies.

“Let’s give her a head start. If she can outrun us, she can have unlimited orgasms. But if we catch her, I think I will start by spanking her ass.”

Shivers rattle down my spine—both options sound so good. Though being spanked sounds a lot better.

The man removes his hands from my shoulders and says, “One...”

I don’t wait, darting away as fast as I can. The thrill has my underwear soaking; never in my life have I been this turned on. This is what I want, though it doesn’t have to be all the time. I would still like to make love to someone, but I don’t want a man who thinks I’m fragile. Pull my hair, spank my ass, cut off my air just a little, and bite me. I blame Zayne for the biting kink. He gets overstimulated sometimes when he hugs people and will bite, not enough that it hurts, and he often doesn’t even realize he does it.

“You’re ours now. You can’t hide from us,” one of the distorted voices says.

In the dark, this resort is like a maze, a series of hallways and exits. I take a sharp left and push through a double set of doors as the sound of boots against the tiled floor grows closer. My eyes have slightly adjusted to the dark now and I can just make out the shadowy shapes of a bar. As I scan the room, the door across from me opens and another masked man steps inside, just before the one trailing me pushes through the doors I just entered.

Shit! My brain short circuits. I can’t decide what to do or where to run.