Author: Akiko

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“You lead,” I said. “Mask on. Names secret. Tell me what you want.”

“That,” she said, “was the right answer.”

She undressed me like unwrapping a present, then stepped out of the scarlet silk. She was lean and strong, freckles scattered across her shoulders, a pale scar on one knee, and a mouth I wanted to learn.

She put me on my back and knelt astride my face. “Tongue. Slowly. Tell me if you like it.”

I loved it. I licked her until she was dripping on my chin, circling her clit, two fingers inside her, her thighs trembling either side of my ears. She came with a long ragged cry, grinding down on my mouth. Then she turned, rolled a condom on me, and slid down my cock with a gasp that I felt in my teeth.

We were wild. Her on top, red mask and bare breasts bouncing in the firelight. Me flipping her onto her back and pounding into her, her heels digging into my arse, her nails down my back. We came together, shouting nothing at all. Then slower, a second time, spooned in the red sheets, her back warm against my chest, her fingers laced in mine.

At dawn she turned in my arms. “Do you want to know?” she said.

“Yes.”

She lifted off the domino. Dark eyes, freckled nose, a smile I’d seen over a pint every Thursday for two years.

“Nina,” I said. “Quiz captain Nina?”

“You’ve owed me a round since March,” she said. “Serbian, via German. I knew it was you the second you apologised to a coat stand.”

Ending 9 of 16: Mask Off. You found the full happy ending.

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“I’m sorry,” I said. “I really am. I just can’t do this without a name.”

She nodded, slowly. There wasn’t a flicker of anger in her. She went to the door and opened it, and the candlelit corridor spilled in, along with a thread of laughter from somewhere far away.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “That’s honest. A lot of men would have lied and then sulked.”

“I wanted to say yes.”

“I know you did.” She touched my cheek with one black glove. “Your body already did. But it has to be yes all the way down, highwayman, or it isn’t worth having. That goes for me too.”

I didn’t want to leave. I could feel my cock pulsing against my trousers, I could still smell jasmine, and every cell in my body was shouting at me not to be a pillock. But I’d said it, and she’d heard it, and now it was done.

At the top of the stairs she took the key from me, unclipped the ribbon, and slid it into her bodice. She kissed me once, on the cheek, quickly.

“If you change your mind,” she said, “I’m here until three.”

I walked home through the cold with my hands in my pockets and an erection that lasted all the way to the bus stop. I got myself off at two in the morning with the light off, thinking about silver whiskers and a mouth I’d never get to learn.

The night was perfectly fine. I was just a bit sad about it.

Ending 8 of 16: Too Much to Ask. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“What do you want?” I said. “Tell me. Everything. Out loud.”

Her eyes widened behind the mask. Then a slow, extraordinary smile spread across her mouth.

“Nobody ever asks that,” she said. “They just assume.” She took my hand and drew it to her hip. “Sit on the chaise. I’ll tell you everything.”

I sat. She stood in front of me and began to undress, and she talked while she did it, low and unhurried and filthy. She wanted to be kissed for a very long time first. She wanted my mouth on her breasts, because it was the best part and nobody ever bothered. She wanted me on my knees with my tongue inside her until she begged. She wanted me to hold her wrists above her head and fuck her slowly on the bed until she cried out.

“And afterwards,” she said, naked now, with her black mask on and her ears askew, “I want you to say something kind. That’s all.”

I did all of it. I kissed her for what felt like twenty minutes. I took each nipple between my lips and sucked until she moaned. I licked her to a shuddering climax with her thighs on my shoulders, and when she pinned my wrists to the pillow and said, “Now,” I pushed into her, slow and deep, watching her face. She came twice. The second time she said, in a cracked voice, “Oh, God, you listened.”

Afterwards I stroked her hair and told her she was gorgeous, and meant it.

She didn’t give me her name. She gave me a kiss that I thought about for a month.

Ending 7 of 16: Ask Me Anything. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Can I touch you too?” I said. “I’d really like to.”

She stopped. For a second the whole room waited. Then the corner of her mouth went up under the velvet.

“Good,” she said. “You asked. That is exactly the right thing to say. Yes.”

I stood up. I took her by the waist and walked her backwards until her bum met the dressing table, and she hopped up onto it, scattering candle stubs, and spread her thighs. The black satin rode up. She wore nothing under it. She was shaved smooth and glistening.

I knelt. I kissed the inside of her knee, and her thigh, and then I licked her, one long flat stroke, and she swore. I did it again, slower, then closed my lips round her clit and sucked, two fingers sliding into her, curling forward the way you’d feel for the tight spot in a faulty lift. She grabbed my hair. “There,” she said. “Oh, fuck. There.”

She came on my mouth with a cry that rattled the silver brushes. Then she pulled me up, rolled a condom over me, turned and braced both hands on the mirror.

I took her from behind. The mirror showed everything: her mask, her open mouth, my face, her breasts swaying, her eyes catching mine in the glass. She came again, hard, watching herself do it, and I followed her, growling into her shoulder.

She turned and kissed me. “Highwayman,” she said. “You’re allowed back.”

Ending 6 of 16: Mirror Work. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Wrists,” she said.

I held them out. She took the thin black ribbon from my left wrist, the one that said yes, and looked at me over it.

“Still yes?”

“Yes.”

“Say it properly.”

“Yes. Please. Tie me.”

She looped it twice round both wrists, pulled it snug, and fastened it to the iron scroll at the head of the chaise, just tight enough to keep me honest. Then she stood, reached behind her, and let the black satin fall to her feet.

She was magnificent. Tall, strong, tanned in the candlelight, small high breasts, nipples like dark buttons, a neat strip of black hair. She stepped out of the dress and straddled my lap, wearing only the mask.

“I’m going to take my time,” she said. “And you’re not going to come until I’ve told you to. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

She rolled a condom onto me with her mouth. Then she slid down on my cock in one long, slick, merciless glide and stayed there, fully seated, grinding in tiny circles while I begged. She rode me slowly, then fast, then slowly again, stopping whenever I got close, her nails raking my chest, her voice in my ear: not yet, not yet, you’re so good, not yet.

When she finally said now, I came so hard I saw stars. She followed me down with a shudder, laughing into my neck.

She untied me, kissed my wrists, and kept the ribbon.

Ending 5 of 16: Tied Up. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I got up very quietly. “Thank you,” I whispered. “That was beautiful. I think I’m better as a spectator and I’d rather not wreck it.”

“Of course.” The swan lifted her head from the pillow, flushed and radiant, and blew me a kiss. “Come back if you change your mind.”

The corridor was cool. I leaned against the wall, breathing, my cock jammed painfully against my zip. Someone had to take care of that, and it was going to be me.

There was one bathroom on the upper floor. At the end of the corridor, a short queue. A man dressed as Frankenstein’s monster, a very pale woman in a nun’s habit, and a bored Napoleon, all with the particular crossed-leg shuffle of people who weren’t in the queue for the toilet.

“Is it busy?” I murmured.

“Forty minutes,” said the nun. “It’s got a lock. A lock, in a house with a hundred locked doors, and everyone suddenly wants one.”

Behind the bathroom door I heard a woman say, calmly, “Left a bit.” And a man say, “This is the best night of my life.”

I looked at the queue. At the monster. At Napoleon, who shrugged.

I took the stairs down, found Tom’s utility room, and got myself off against the tumble dryer in four furious minutes, thinking of white feathers and a mouth like a rosebud. It was a very good orgasm. I cleaned up with a tea towel that said KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON.

Napoleon was waiting outside. “Did it work?”

“Beautifully.”

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“I’ll stay,” I said. “Hands on the armrests. Promise.”

“Good boy,” the swan whispered, and I felt it in my balls.

She did everything for me. She put her husband on his back and climbed him, facing my chair so I could see every inch, the thick wolf cock disappearing into her, her breasts jouncing, her eyes on mine behind the feathers. She rode him slowly. She said what she was feeling. She said she wanted me to watch, that she liked it, that she liked the way I was looking at her. My hands stayed on the velvet. My knuckles ached.

When he lifted her off and pushed her onto her back and went down on her again, she held my gaze through a long, shuddering orgasm, thighs wrapped round his head, calling out to the ceiling.

Then she crawled across the carpet to me, naked and flushed.

“May I?” she said, tugging at my belt.

“Yes,” I said. “God, yes.”

She freed my cock and took it in her mouth, and I kept my promise. Both hands on the armrests, hips shaking, watching the top of the swan’s feathered head bob in my lap while her husband stroked her back. I came in her mouth with a groan that shook the chair. She swallowed, kissed the tip, and gave me a smile of such enormous happiness I nearly cried.

“Perfect,” she said. “Thank you, highwayman. Every wife should be watched.”

Ending 3 of 16: Hands on the Armrests. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“I want to be in charge,” I said. “If that’s all right.”

“It’s more than all right,” said the swan. Behind her the wolf said nothing, but his breath changed.

“Swan. On the edge of the bed, on your knees. Wolf, you sit in that chair and keep your hands on your lap. You can watch. You can’t touch until I say.”

She went like silk, bent over the mattress with her stockinged legs apart and her arse in the air, looking back at me. The wolf sat. I rolled a condom on from the bedside bowl, put one hand on her lower back and pushed slowly into her, and she gasped and clenched round me. She was wet enough that I slid in to the root.

I fucked her slowly at first. Then harder, holding her hips, the slap of skin loud in the lamplit room. “Tell him what it feels like,” I said, and she did, in a shaky, filthy whisper, every word of it, while her husband’s knuckles went white on the arms of the chair.

“Now you,” I said to him. “Her mouth.”

He knelt at the head of the bed. She took him, and I went deeper, faster, until her cries were muffled and her thighs were shaking. She came first, hard, bucking. Then him, groaning, in her mouth. Then me, pulling out and spilling across her back in thick hot lines.

“Highwayman,” the swan said, laughing and wrecked. “You’re very bossy for a man who fixes lifts.”

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“Whatever Swan wants,” I said.

She laughed, low and delighted, and put her palm flat on my chest and pushed me back onto the four-poster. “Good answer. On your back, highwayman. Husband, you’re mine as well.”

She straddled me with her stockings still on, took my cock in her fist and sank down on it in one slow, wet slide. We both groaned. She was hot and tight and soaking, and she rode me with her hands braced on my chest, those heavy breasts swinging, her head thrown back. Then she looked over her shoulder at the wolf.

“Darling. Here.”

He knelt up beside her face. She took him in her mouth without breaking rhythm, and I watched his cock slide between her red lips while her cunt clenched around mine. I was nearly gone. She felt it.

“Not yet,” she said, round him. “Swap.”

She rolled onto her hands and knees, and the wolf took my place behind her, driving into her hard, while I knelt by her head and she sucked me, humming, her hand cupping my balls. Her husband gripped her hips. She moaned against my cock, and the vibration did it. I came down her throat with a shout, and she swallowed, and a few thrusts later he roared and came deep inside her, and she shuddered between us.

We lay in a heap, gasping and giggling.

“Same time next year?” she said.

I said yes before she had finished asking.

Ending 1 of 16: Three Masks. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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