The Art of Breaing Her

The Art of Breaking Her: Beneath the Masks

Merely two weeks had passed since the soiree when Samantha received a red envelope with an invite to the private masked ball at the Graham's estate. Her hands trembled with nerves when she broke the seal and quickly flew over the contents of the letter.

"What is this?" She asked in a shriller voice than she intended, as she barged into Livia's room without knocking.

Livia was lying on her bed, her right hand shoved down the front of her knickers, breathing quickly and unevenly. When she saw Samantha, she just raised her left hand, her index finger outstretched and gestured for her to wait a moment.

When she started moaning as an orgasm hit her, Samantha quickly closed the door behind her.

"Well," Livia gasped a little out of breath, "that would have been more enjoyable hadn't it been interrupted. What do you want?" She hissed at her.

Samantha waved the red envelope at Livia and repeated her question. Livia's eyebrows furrowed as she took the letter from her.

"I didn't know you were supposed to receive an invite," she murmured, then her head shot up in realisation. "Declan. He must have told Aiden's father to invite you as well."

"As well? So, Keiran and you are also invited?" Samantha asked and Livia nodded.

"But you can't go," she said tersely as she pulled out her phone and dialled Aiden's number.

"What? Why?" Samantha asked confused.

"The society at these kinds of events is very different from the one you met at the soiree. They would..." She started to explain but immediately stopped when Aiden picked up. "Aiden," she greeted him, "she's got an invite as well."

There was a long pause at the end of the line, then Samantha heard the low rumble of Aiden's voice, but she couldn't make out his words.

"But you can't let her go. Who knows what would happen to..." Livia was cut off by him and her face darkened. "Fine, but if anything happens to her, it's on you!" She spat and hung up.

After a few seconds of silence, she turned to face Samantha again.

"Well, your invitation is valid. You'll accompany us to the masked ball."

Ever since the phone call with Aiden, Livia avoided her. She also hadn't answered any of her questions -- neither about the ball itself nor about the preparation for it. She had no dress, no mask, nothing.

But Livia's only comment was: "Don't worry, it will be taken care of."

Now, it was the day of the ball and Samantha sat in her room after class -- still without dress or mask. Then a knock sounded from the door and when she opened it, she found a package on the floor.

In it was a light-blue dress, a white mask and a handwritten note:

Pick up at 8pm, Ridgewood Academy.

Well, at least I can stop worrying about an outfit, Samantha thought bitterly. Who had brought this package? And who chose the damn dress? She would grill Aiden and Livia for this specific information later. Now, she had to get ready for a ball.

Her stomach was tied into nervous knots when she arrived at the mansion. Livia had apparently left before her and so the cab had picked up only her. How would she even recognize any of the others? She had no clue what kind of masks they would be wearing or what colour their clothes would be.

Her nervousness peaked when she entered the room, buzzing with voices. Anywhere she looked she saw bright and strong colours and -- most importantly --

black masks

. Not a single person wore a white one.

Her cheeks flushed when she noticed quite a few heads following her, as she made her way through the room, desperately looking for Livia's long dark mane of hair, Keiran's broad shoulders or even Aiden's cold eyes behind a mask.

But she couldn't see them anywhere. She was about to turn around and leave again, when someone spoke to her.

"Good evening, little dove. What a beautiful dress you have."

The voice sent a shiver down her spine and even though she thought it sounded familiar, she couldn't quite place it.

"You are not already claiming her, are you?" A female voice said behind her, and she felt a hand brush over her backside.

"How could I?" The familiar voice answered. "It's not the right time yet."

Something in his words sent a shiver down her spine. "Excuse me," she croaked when she thought she saw the hint of a dark mane and followed it to a different part of the room. But by the time she reached the other side, she was gone.

Samantha turned around, scanning the room frantically for a familiar stature and her eyes landed on a woman, dressed in purple, whose dress had been shoved up over her hips.

She was leaning over the stone wall of a water fountain and a tall, but slender man kneeled behind her, slowly pulling down the woman's underwear and exposing her to the curious eyes of the gathered crowd around them.

When a loud slap announced the beginning of her spanking, it snapped Samantha out of her trance. She turned away abruptly and moved away quickly. Where the hell were the others? And what was going on here?

Buried in her thoughts she saw the man who stepped into her path a second to late and when she bumped into him, strong hands closed around her arms.

"Well, hello there. What a pleasant surprise. I was wondering, if he'd actually allow you to come", his voice let the hair on her neck stand on edge. And this time, she instantly knew who it belonged to.

"Declan Grant," she breathed and wanted to back away from him, but his grip was tight.

"We do value our privacy here. So, I would prefer it if you sticked with "Sir" instead of my name." He pushed her up against the wall behind her and leaned in close. "Watching you get fucked last time was a real turn on. But I bet it doesn't come close to the real thing. That's why I invited you here."

He made a small gesture around the room and Samantha took another second to look at her surroundings, instead of searching for familiar faces behind masks. She saw a lot of naked flesh, women and men bent over various furniture, either being spanked or fucked. Some were tied up, some were merely obeying orders to keep their hands in a specific position. Some were moaning in pleasure, others in pain.

"Like what you see?" Declan brought her back to him.

"I..." she began, but her lips didn't obey her. Declan took it as a "yes" however and led her over to a red velvet couch, pushing her down onto it. His hands trailed up her thighs, pushing up the fabric in the process.

"Where is Aiden?" She asked as she pushed his hands away from her and tried to get up, but he pulled her down again.

"Busy elsewhere, but I will take good care of you," he said and started kissing her neck, his weight pressing her down onto the soft cushioning, making it almost impossible for her to move. Then she felt his fingers resuming their task from before, sliding up under her skirt and between her legs.

She tried to suppress it, but a gasp escaped her when his soft fingers pushed against the fabric of her panties. He took it as a sign to keep on going, while she tried to wiggle free from his grip.

"I need to see Aiden," she panted, crushed under his weight, but he continued to massage her clit through the fabric of her knickers. She couldn't help but getting wet under the constant stimulation.

"Aiden can wait," he said as he pulled back and flipped her around.

Now, only her upper body was still on the couch, her knees touching the floor, her ass pushing against his hips. Then she felt his hands glide under her skirt again and he pulled her panties down to her knees.

Only a second later, she felt his hard erection against the side of her buttock and when his fingers pressed up against her anus, she tensed.

"No," she gasped, "no, I can't. I am still an..."

"Anal virgin? Oh, I know," he purred in her ear. "Why do you think you are the only one with a blue dress and a white mask? It's a colour code. But it's time you earn yourself a black mask, don't you agree?"

She felt his wet finger push against her tight spot, but none of her tensing could keep him from pushing his thumb into her behind. She cried out loud as a sting of pain shot through her and his thick thumb pushed in deeper, prying her tight hole open.

"Oh, you are so fucking tight," he hissed behind her. "I can't wait to stretch you with my cock."

"Get off her.

Now

", she heard a dark voice rumble behind her and her heart fluttered when she realised it was Aiden.

With a disappointed grunt, Declan pulled back his thumb, making her gasp again. He stood up and shoved Aiden back.

"You act as if she was your personal slut, but you have no right to keep me from fucking her."

"I have every right," Aiden replied coolly. "Now go and find yourself a different whore to push your cock into."

Samantha turned around timidly and saw Keiran's broad-shouldered figure standing next to Aiden. Without his friendly smile but with the dark mask on his face, he looked fucking intimidating.

Declan cursed and walked away. Then she felt soft hands helping her up and she realised it was Livia.

"You can't let her run around with a blue dress and a fucking white mask," she hissed at Aiden. "It's like painting a target on her back. Declan won't be the only one who wants to get her. So do it now."

Aiden's jaw clenched as he let Livia's words sink in.

"Fine," he finally agreed, "but not here. Not in front of everyone."

"If you don't do it here, no one will believe you actually did it," Livia objected.

"She has a point, Aiden," Keiran said.

"Fine," Aiden hissed and stepped closer to Samantha, taking her face between his hands. "You have to trust me," he murmured surprisingly softly. "And relax. Do you think you can do that?"

His eyes were intense and bore into her. She hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly.

"Okay," he exhaled deeply. "Lie down on the couch."

She did and he pushed two pillows under her hips, propping her ass up for easier access. Then she heard the click of a bottle cap opening and some cold lube ran down her backside.

A second later she felt Aiden's strong hands gliding over her butt cheeks and between them, softly stimulating her anus. He kneeled next to hear as he continued to massage her behind.

"Relax," he whispered. She took some deep, steadying breaths and tried to release the tension in her muscles. "Good girl," he praised her as he slowly pushed in his little finger.

It slid in easily and he switched it for his index finger. Slowly increasing the pressure, his index slowly worked its way into her tight behind. He began to slowly finger fuck her and when he realised that she relaxed more and more, he used his thumb next.

At this she tensed slightly, but a few softly spoken words had her relax again within a few seconds. They made surprisingly fast progress and after a few more minutes, he managed to push two fingers into her tight ass.

She let out a soft moan and he picked up the tempo a little bit. When he was sure, she could manage a third finger, he slipped in another one. The sensation of her ass being stretched sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

"Such a good girl," he murmured as he slowly pulled back. He stroked a strand of hair out of her face. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, and her eyes widened with fear. "Don't worry," he said soothingly. "You can handle this. I know it."

He got up and unzipped his pants, then he got into position behind her on the couch. After adding another generous amount of lube, not only on her behind but also on his hard cock, he slowly let it glide up and down between her cheeks.

Then he stopped right at her sweet spot and slowly started pushing. She could feel how her tight ring opened under the pressure of his cock, stretching around his mushroom head until his glans was fully inserted into her ass.

Her heart had started beating as if it wanted to jump out of her chest and her breathing was uneven. Then he continued pushing and she felt his erection push against her inner walls, testing the elasticity of her anus.

She tried to focus on her breathing, taking him in deeper and deeper. She almost let out a surprised gasp, when she felt his hips at her buttocks. He was now completely buried inside her tight ass.

When he retracted a little, the pull at her insides made her cry out loud. He continued his slow retreat, only to push back into her a second later. When she didn't cry out in pain, he slowly began to fuck her.

He pulled her up on all fours and for the first time, since he had started fingering her ass, she opened her eyes and looked around. A small crowd of curious eyes had gathered around them and even though Samantha couldn't see any of their faces, she could see the hunger and lust clearly in their eyes.

She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and for the first time this evening, she was thankful for the white mask currently hiding her own face. She held onto the back of the couch, while Aiden fucked her, slowly but surely taking up speed.

Just when her nervousness threatened to take over again and make her tense, she felt a warm and soft hand dip under her skirt and between her legs. She recognised Livia's perfume and when she pushed a finger into her dripping cunt, her nervousness was instantly forgotten.

Livia started finger fucking her, while Aiden's cock moved in and out of her sore ass and the crowd around them observed their every move. Even though Samantha couldn't quite explain it, this whole situation turned her on even more than she already was.

Then she felt Aiden's hand around her throat, squeezing lightly and sending her spiralling with lust and arousal. She began to moan uncontrollably, and Livia rubbed up and down between her soaked thighs.

Climbing higher and higher, she knew that her release was imminent. She heard Aiden's laboured breathing and felt his hot breath in her neck. She could tell he was close too. His thrusts became more forceful, but relaxed and aroused as she was, it didn't hurt to get fucked a bit more roughly.

Then she felt his cock pulsate within her and hot liquid filling her up. She gasped as a strong orgasm hit her with the force of a crushing wave and she groaned out loud, throwing her head back, while tears sprang into her eyes at the intensity of it all.

It felt like ages until she finally got down from her high, her head was spinning and her arms and legs felt as if they were made of jelly. Aiden slowly pulled out of her, and she tensed to keep his semen inside her. He let the fabric of her dress fall over her naked behind, covering her up again.

Then he slowly picked her up and carried her away from the crowd and away from prying eyes. For today, he decided, they had all seen enough of her.