“None of that,” he said.
I stood still, naked, quivering. I looked at the mirrors, trying to feel if there was someone on the other side, watching. Once he’d swiped away all the makeup I’d so carefully applied, he drew my hair into locks and began braiding it. From a basket at my feet he wove flowers into my hair, forming a crown around my head. Loose petals drifted to my feet and my toes wriggled. I was acutely aware of my nudity. He put his hand on my stomach and moved it slowly down, and swept his fingers over my pubes, not touching my wet sex. The heat was already building. I was desperate for release, shaking.
“Au naturale,” he said. “Perfect.”
When the crown of flowers was complete he brought something in front of my face. It was just a mask, just a simple domino mask made of cardboard and covered in silver paint. He drew it over my eyes and settled in place and tied the strings under the thick cord of my hair. His lips were near my ear, his breath hot on my throat.
“Do you feel it changing you? Masks have power. When we change our face, we change ourselves. Sometimes we wear a mask, and sometimes our masks wear us.”
“What mask is this?”
“None in particular,” he said. His voice was low and secret, only for me. “Tonight we’re making a new goddess. Wait here. Stand still.”
I froze as he drew back, moving out of the light. He was gone for a minute or more. When he came back I saw him in the mirrors. He wore a golden mask that matched mine and his hair was tousled, loose. Most of all, he was totally nude. His body was hard and lithe, sculpted but he was hirsute, with wiry hair on his chest and belly and legs. Golden flecks of paint covered his skin, especially around his neck and shoulders. Body paint, I suppose. His erection was even more impressive when he was naked, arched and hard. He moved behind me and I felt the tip of his cock, hot and hard and velvety, brush the small of my back. My knees buckled a little.
“Turn and service me,” he said.
I stepped onto the mattress, better than kneeling on the hard floor, and knelt in front of him. He took my head in both hands and guided his cock onto my outstretched tongue and into my mouth. He was rougher than before, fucking my lips as I sucked him, totally silent. I could see all his muscles flexing and bunching now as he responded to my tongue swirling around his head, to the intensity of the suction as my cheeks hollowed. I felt an urge to drag it out, and I know I pulled him to the edge over and over before he spilled his seed in my mouth and I swallowed and swallowed until I had it all. A soft ah escaped my lips as I pulled back, savoring the musky flavor of his seed. I sank back and sat on the mattress, and he stood over me, his cock still hard. It swayed obscenely as he moved to gather up something from beside the bed.
The rope was silk, or maybe cloth of gold. I swallowed when I saw it, wondering what he meant to do with it.
“Stand up.”
I rose to my feet and he turned me around, pulled my wrists behind my back, and looped them rope around them. Fear bubbled through me, harsh and cold, like wet smoke. When my wrists were bound, he tied my elbows too. The rope wrapped around my body, under my arms, under my chest, and by the time he was done I was thoroughly bound with only my legs free. I could barely move, and the ropes pulled against me, forced me to arch my back and thrust out my chest. He ran his hands over my breasts, not really cupping them, then pinched my nipples. Turning me with his hands, he pushed me back on the bed. I landed hard with a bounce and he dove down, shoving my legs apart and brought his face to my sex.
Despite my fear I moaned and pushed my sex towards his face, lifting my hips. I felt only his breath, not his touch. Then he gave my pussy a kiss, a light touch of his lips before drawing back. I moaned and writhed, trying to reach for him, but he drew back, then did it again. His lips were hot and moist on my skin. He kissed my thighs, working towards the junction of my legs again, When his lips reached my folds his tongue probed and circled around my clit, and I let out a throaty moan. It was like an electric shock, waves of heat rolling through me as my arousal grew. I’d never been so horny in my life. He drew back and let the feeling fade before he did it again, and again. His tongue ran all around my outer lips before sliding against my entrance and then up over my clit again. He put his mouth on me in an open mouth kiss that started with his lower lip pressing against my skin as his tongue flicked over my entrance and ended with his lips closing around my clit and sucking.
It felt so good, it almost hurt. I screamed and bucked under him and he held me down by the thighs. I writhed against the ropes, feeling their hot lines pressing into my skin. The sensations ripping through my body made me strain against my bonds. I wanted him to fuck me so badly I couldn’t even stand it. I thought I was melting. Sweat beaded all over my body and I was writhing with excitement. I wanted to be filled so badly it made my clenching jaw hurt. My heels scraped over the bed and I gasped and whimpered as his tongue did its work, working me into a lather. I was so wet I could feel it. I was ashamed of my body’s response, embarrassed and weirdly proud all at once. Suddenly, he drew back.