TW/DISCLAIMER: This story includes non-consensual sex. The author affirms the story is fictional and in no way condones rape or sexual assault.
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"Come on, babe!" she whispered loudly as she grabbed his hand and led him away from the crowd gathering on the dance floor. "We have a few moments while my parents are distracted!"
Her family threw an annual New Years' Eve Masquerade, and over the years, it had become the NYE party to beat/ Everyone clamored for an invitation. Her father's entire law firm, her mother's socialite friends and several members of whatever charity fund they happened to be championing that year. Anyone who was anyone in local society was there. Inhibition was lowered, thanks to masks and copious amounts of top-shelf liquor. It was her favorite activity, watching the upper crust get down and dirty (and awkward!).
Her father was about to deliver his rousing "New Year=New Opportunities" speech that she'd heard one too many times. It was her chance to snag a little alone time with her beau, which had been shockingly absent in the week they'd spent with her parents for the holidays. While she had always been a bit of a closet exhibitionist, she didn't quite relish having that conversation with her waspy parents. But now? While they were highly distracted and she knew every nook and cranny in their drafty old stone mansion? Absolutely.
She linked her fingers in his and heard him issue a low chuckle. It reminded her of a growl, though Brandon was anything but a predator. She was always the one to drag them off into the shadows, to raise his level of fuckery and debauchery to match hers. It wasn't until the late hours of the night, particularly when she was alone, that she admitted to herself that she wished he were more assertive. That HE would drag her from the dance floor. That HE would push her up against a wall, discovery be damned.
She led them up the wide hall, contemplating in which drafty side room she was going to have him, when he took her by surprise and pressed her into a shallow alcove, covered by a heavy velvet curtain. He immediately spun her around until her lower back pressed up against some type of ledge. It was one of those old nooks where folks used to place busts of ancient philosophers or exploding bouquets of begonias. Bereft of either, Brandon placed her on the ledge for his admiration. Though it didn't last long. No sooner was she balanced on the ledge than she found herself... well... devoured...
THIS was the Brandon she'd dreamt of! His hands were all over her, his mouth on hers, his tongue teasing her, his teeth nipping. His hands danced over her shoulders, slid down her back, and settled on her hips. He cupped her ass and stepped between her legs, the narrow cut of her dress forcing it to slide dangerously northward. Finally, their bodies made contact where it most mattered, and she felt the ridge of him press against her slit.
Barely able to keep her head from dropping against the wall, she embraced the sensation. The heavy velvet curtain that partially hid them from view left her gasping in the darkness. The sounds of his mouth and her moans were amplified, such that she was worried about being overheard, or she would have been had she been capable of thought.
With care but determination, his hands left her hips to tug the tiny straps of her Badgely Mishka gown over her shoulders and expose her strapless bra. If she'd been thinking, she would have been embarrassed by its plain appearance. She was a 34F, and there was no way to pull off a dress like this without some heavy-duty back up. In the near total darkness, he pulled back the cup of her practical underwear, and dragged one callused finger over her already turgid nipple. Before she could complain, his mouth left hers, and she felt his breath trace a line down her exposed flesh.
For a moment, he hovered over one of her nipples. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, when he finally took her in his mouth. This was not seduction. It was an assault. He alternated between teasing her - circling her swollen nub with his tongue - and jolting her back into her body with a quick nip of his teeth.
She had never been teased like this before! Brandon was certainly considerate, but it had always seemed a bit... perfunctory? Tonight, he had her soaking through her microscopic thong in less than two minutes. Not one to be passive, she reached out with her perfectly manicured hand and slid her fingers down his suit jacket, past his trim waist, to grip the bulge she was already aching to have within her.
She paused.
"Brandon?" She gasped, half in desire and half confusion. His cock was bigger than she'd ever felt it. Bemused, she asked, "did you take some viagra or something?"
Not answering, he switched breasts, and hiked her skirt the rest of the way up so that he could slide a hand between her thighs. He barely had to nudge the material aside and his index finger was inside her. She was so wet. He curved his hand around so that he could insert another finger while also teasing her clit with his thumb. She came almost instantly.
"Fuck, baby!" she could barely breathe, as she draped her arms over his shoulder, gripping his head to her chest. "That was incredible..."
As if to prove he wasn't done yet, he slid his fingers out of her, gripped her ass, and lifted her off the ledge. He spun her around and pressed her into the cool stone. Once again, he tugged on the skirt of her dress until it was over her ass and draped around her middle. His broad hands cupped her exposed ass before landing a brief slap on her right cheek. She gasped and he chuckled, though he gave her no time to acclimate. No sooner did he expose her ass to the chilled air, than she heard the slid zzzzzzzzzz of his pants zipper and his meaty girth resting on her crack.
She couldn't help but be aroused by this new Brandon. She'd always felt the more sexual of the two, almost shamed by her desires. But whereas, in the past, he likely wouldn't have even let her lead him out of the ballroom, here he was, a fucking animalistic god! Her mouth hung open, panting short breaths as she waited for his next move.
He didn't keep her waiting.
