Nowhere to Hide (Masked Men Novellas)

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Riley

The guys excuse themselves after dinner, as they have some work to do, so I head upstairs to change and lounge around and relax.

I pull on a cute pair of pajamas, which are probably too tight and revealing for company, but I hate feeling restricted when I sleep.

My laptop pings with an email notification. I thought I powered it off, but I mustn’t have. Curiosity gets the better of me and I pad over to check my emails, finding one from Wild Steps. I click it open.

Congratulations, your application has been accepted.

Please read the contract and make sure all your hard limits are accurate and your safe word is correct. Please also upload a copy of your identification.

I skim the rest of the email.

This is it. A chance at my fantasy.

I stare at the screen for five minutes, mentally compiling a list of pros and cons.

My mind wanders to Tai on his knees. I need to get these guys out of my head. It can never happen. They have been my brother’s best friends for as long as I can remember, and I’m no longer a child. I can’t let myself fantasize about them anymore. Screw it, maybe Tillie is right, and I need to channel her for once. Let myself loose and have this one experience.

I submit all the details they asked for and put in the time frame of the week I’m here before my family arrives. I also mention there are three male house guests, as I would hate for anyone to get hurt, but if I’m honest, there’s a thrill of knowing someone has to get past them to get to me. In the list of kinks, I went easy and didn’t pick any I wouldn’t one hundred percent want to try. Being chased is a big yes, and I had to consent to CNC, hair pulling, light choking, being tripped—honestly, everything is very well thought out.

Once I close my laptop and head downstairs to get a bottle of water, I find the house dark. Everyone must be in their rooms or still working. Opening the fridge, I grab a bottle of water and as I close the door, a body looms behind me. I jump in fright. Then the light scent of vanilla hits my nose and I know it’s Kennedy.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to spy on people?” he whispers into my ear, running a finger over my shoulder. I don’t dare turn around. Being this close to him, my brain will short circuit, like it always has whenever he is near. “Did you like what you saw? Tai on his knees for me?” His breath feathers against my ear, making me shiver. He chuckles, knowing exactly what he is doing to me. I close my eyes and inhale, trying to compose my traitorous body. “Sweet dreams, Little Bear.”

He stalks away, leaving me weak in the knees and speechless. I need some fresh air, so I head back upstairs to grab my flip-flops and a light cardigan. My brother and I used to go for night walks around the lake—it’s great to clear your head, and exactly what I need. Mom would have a heart attack if she knew I was going alone because as she would say: “You never know what is hiding in the dark.” My brother would counter with the fact you only live once, so why be scared? If it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.

I reach the edge of the water, taking in the reflection of the moon on its inky surface. The lights from the back porch cast a rippling glow across the lake, making it appear almost haunted. And watching the world fall away is exactly what I need to take control of my nerves after my run-in with Kennedy. His sheer size can intimidate yet intoxicate me at the same time, and I swear he knows it. I continue along the path, accompanied by the nocturnal sounds of nature, and soon I find myself halfway around the lake and ready to head back. Suddenly, the air grows crisper and my barely there shorts do nothing to ward away the chill. I wrap my cardigan tighter around my body as I pick up my pace. If I’m lucky, Kennedy will be asleep by the time I return, and we won’t have another run-in. It’s one week, then we all go back to our regular lives, and they can pretend I don’t exist once again.

A twig snaps behind me, and I look over my shoulder as my heart speeds up. There is nothing there, and I chuckle quietly at myself.

“You didn’t think walking alone in the middle of the night was a good idea, did you?”

The robotic voice has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. Fear creeps into my bones, and I am frozen where I stand. I always wondered what I would do in the face of danger and of course I can’t move. Just breathe, Riley. I ball my hands into fists and push through the tightness in my muscles. Turning my head slowly, I see the glow of a mask and my fear falls away as my heart rate spikes.

This is what I asked for.

With a glance across the water, I know if I scream the guys will come to my rescue, but I’m not the little girl they think I am, and this is what I want.

Heavy footsteps get closer, and the thrill of the unknown has me moving, one foot in front of the other.

“You can run, but you have nowhere to hide.”

That’s what he thinks; I know this place like the back of my hand. I flick the flip-flops from my feet and sweat dampens my brow as I run fast toward the old boat shed. It’s where I used to hide from Braidy when we were kids.

Footsteps pound behind me, close enough I know someone’s there but also reminding me my pursuer hasn’t caught me—yet.

I reach the boat shed and slip inside. Nostalgia hits me at seeing the dinghy we used to fish from in the lake as kids.

I realize my mistake when the door opens and the masked figure steps inside and closes it behind him.

“This only works if you play your part.”

My eyes widen. He’s right, their fee is not cheap.

“And what if I want to be fucked by a masked man in an old boat shed?”

He moves forward and my heart pounds in my chest. This here is what I wanted, to channel my inner Tillie.

He steps in front of me, dressed head to toe in black. His orange glow mask illuminates the space as he reaches out and wraps a hand around my throat.

“Then your wish is my command.”

He lets go of my throat and spins me around, pulling me hard against his body. “Is this what you want, a stranger showing you every pleasure you have been missing?”

He cups my breast and runs a thumb over my nipple as I nod. His hand slides down my stomach and reaches the waistband of my sleep shorts. “And what if I told you that you can do better than this,” he says, using his other hand to twist my hair and pull my head back.

“I would say it’s a fucking lie. I’ve never even had an orgasm.”

The masked stranger laughs. The robotic sound of his voice sends shivers down my spine and the realization hits me that my life has come to this—paying for sex. Tears prick in my eyes. Fuck this, I’m not that girl. I twist my body backward so I can have room to swing and punch him right in his rock-hard abs, but it does nothing to deter him.

“What a good little pet,” he says, as his grip on my hair tightens.

Swinging my arms, I hit him from both sides, the anger at how pathetic I am fueling my fight. I could use my safe word, but that would be worse and would confirm that I really am pathetic.

In order to fend off my attempt to fight him, he lets go of my hair, instead grabbing my arms and twisting them behind my back. He slams my face down on a wooden bench, which once used to hold my father’s tackle box. The moonlight shines through the window as he leans over my body, and he grabs out a small length of rope from his pocket. He twists it around my wrists until the rope is secured with a knot, then rips my sleep shorts down my ass, and they drop to the ground.

“Look how perfect that ass is,” he says, bringing his hand down against my skin with a crack, and I jolt as I cry out. “I’m going to sink my cock so deep in your tight little pussy, you will walk funny for the rest of the week. What will your little friends think about that, hmm?”

“If they knew, they would kill you. Not because they care, but my brother would.”

“I don’t know,” he says, kicking my legs apart. “This is a glorious sight.” He cups my pussy. “So wet for me already.”

His fingers swipe along my slit and he presses them inside me, moving them so he meticulously strokes my G-spot every time he pulls them back. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I moan—nothing has ever felt this amazing. My toes curl against the rough planks of the boat shed, and my breath hitches in my throat. A soft whimper escapes my lips as he removes his fingers.

“Open your mouth,” he demands, and I do as he orders. He brings his fingers to my mouth and pushes them inside. “Suck them clean.”

As I press my lips tight around his fingers, he hums in pleasure. “Now tell me, if those men inside could smell you, taste you, would they be begging for more?”

Tasting myself on his fingers is a new experience for me, and I pull away to answer him. “I don’t want to think about them. Make me forget.”

“Anything for you,” he says. The sound of a foil packet being torn open fills the silence, and before I can blink, the tip of his cock presses against my entrance. He slams inside me, and the burn makes me gasp. This guy must be massive. My ex was nothing to write home about; he wasn’t big, but he wasn’t tiny either.

“Oh fuck,” I pant out as he pulls back, immediately thrusting forward, and repeats the motion again and again, finding his momentum. He wraps a hand around my hair and pulls my head back, my eyes widening when I see two masked figures watching through the small boat shed window.

“Do you like that? They came to watch. We couldn’t decide who got to be balls deep inside you first, and I know they’re jealous I beat them to it.”

He pulls my head back further, so I’m forced to see them watching us, and the excitement makes my orgasm build. However, disappointment sits low in my stomach, waiting. Normally once I get this far, it tapers off and vanishes. I never get to the finish line.

“Oh god, please don’t stop.”

His free hand reaches around to pull down my barely there top, releasing my tits. I feel free. Normally I would hide them away—no one wants to see breasts when they’re not perky—but one of the masked men reaches out and places his hand on the window.

“Look at them watching you, wishing they could touch.”

He pinches my nipple and rolls it between his fingers, causing me to scream as an unexpected orgasm explodes through me like fireworks. My back arches as my body shudders, and my inner walls spasm around him.

“Look how fucking beautiful you are coming all over my cock, your juices running down my balls.”

His robotic voice is a turn-on itself, and I want more. I need more. Pushing my ass back gives him the hint, and I groan as he starts to move again, slowly building a rhythm that is teasing, yet has me wanting to beg him for more.

This may not have been as rough as I was expecting, but as he moves faster, my body doesn’t care. This experience exceeds anything I have experienced before now. If this is what sex is supposed to feel like, my ex was doing it all wrong.

“Are you ready to come for me again?”

I nod in response to his question.

“Say it out loud.”

“Yes,” I say, my voice wobbly. “Please make me come again.”

He picks up his pace, using his free hand to circle my clit. The sounds of my wetness as he pounds inside me echo around the shed. Everything within me wants me to be embarrassed, and maybe I will be later, but right now, goosebumps line my skin and my eyes don’t stray from the masked men watching on in fascination. Within minutes, I’m clamping tightly around his cock as my second orgasm has stars dancing in front of my eyes. His movements slow and I feel him swell inside me, stretching me just that bit more until his body relaxes after his own near-silent release.

He steps back and I whimper at the loss of him from inside me—it’s something else I can add to the list of things I have never experienced. He pulls my sleep shorts up and unties the rope on my wrists.

“Happy birthday,” he says, as I turn around to face him. He doesn’t say anything else, simply strides to the door, opens it, and leaves.

I look back at the window, but the two other masks are gone. After pulling my top up, I fix my hair and wrap my cardigan tight around my body as tears well in my eyes. A shaky laugh bubbles out of me. How could I have been so wrong about sex?