The CEO’s Masked Bride

Masked Pleasure

Aria’s POV

The music thrummed loudly through the four walls of the clubhouse, matching the beat of my heart. I stood in the middle of what seemingly looked like chaos with Zoey, a fancy, half-length ceremonial mask that covered just my eyes strapped tightly to my face.

With the mask on, I felt some kind of freedom that was going to allow me to slip into the party, do whatever I liked, and slip out with my identity concealed. That felt good.

The large room we were in was filled with people similarly disguised, cheering at the top of their voices and swaying their bodies effortlessly to the rhythm of the music.

“It’s party time, Aria!” Zoey exclaimed, grabbing my hand and dragging me further into the club. We weaved through the sea of humans that reeked of alcohol, cologne, and sweat until we found an empty table for ourselves.

Immediately after we got settled in, I signaled to a waiter who was making rounds with a tray. “Bring me the strongest wine you have in store,” I ordered, my voice barely audible over the music.

The waiter nodded and returned in no time with a tray of shots. I didn’t hesitate for a moment before getting down to downing the shots one at a time, the burning sensation of the alcohol a welcoming distraction to heat my dampened soul.

Zoey also took a few shots before springing up on her feet to join the rest of the people, jumping and giving carefree dance steps. It didn’t take long before the effects of the alcohol started kicking it as a result of the way I rushed it.

I staggered up, swaying swiftly before I finally found my balance and I leaned toward Zoey, “I’m going to hit the dance floor with a man,” I whispered to her, my voice tinged with excitement.

“Now you are talking, girl,” Zoey said, giggling heartily. I returned the smile before disappearing into the crowd.

The dance floor was a blur of colors and motion filled with an intense range of excitement and vibes that immediately infected me. Before I knew what was happening, I started moving my body gradually and nodding my head softly.

In no time, I was no different from the others on the dance floor, I was jumping, thumping my feet, and pumping my fist into the air, already feeling the rush of adrenaline through my body.

Not too long after, my throat got parched, and I left the dance floor to the bar stand to get something to ease my thirst. “A shot of tequila,” I said to the Bartender who was busy mixing drinks behind the counter as I collapsed into one of the chairs.

He slid my order to me and I poured it into my mouth and was asking for one more shot when I noticed the young, sharp-looking man by my side who was clad in a pair of designer suits, sipping quietly from his bottle of beer. He had a similar mask with mine.

“Hey,” I cooed, allowing a wild smile to play across my lips, “Hello”. I stretched again when he didn’t say anything. He turned his gaze slowly at me and returned it to his drink after a short glance at me.

“Going through a lot also?” I grinned, “Damn! Everyone seems to be going through a lot these days.” I added, letting out a loud clacking laughter before taking the shot the bartender had served me with.

“Are you also going through a lot?” He finally spoke up, still staring blankly at his beer, “Is that why are you laughing maniacally like a wild dog?”

Gave out another roar of laughter, completely undisturbed by his harsh words, “Good to know that your problem is yet to overshadow your sense of humor,” I replied in between my laughter.

“That is something I am intentional about, not wanting to get lost in my problem like you are,” he said, and I giggled, completely enjoying his rudeness.

“I’m Mitchell, you?” I introduced, laughing inwardly at my lies. If I was putting up a different personality for the night, it also made sense to pick a name that matches it. I had my hands extended to him for a handshake.

“Nate Smith” He answered after a short pause, taking my hand into his, I squeezed it softly, grinning before letting go of it. “Of course not, I’m with Zoey, my friend” I pointed toward Zoey's direction, “I wouldn’t be here if not for her, she dragged me out saying she didn’t want me to get wasted and cried me to sleep, is that thoughtful of her?” I blurted out, laughing lightly.

After staring in Zoey’s direction for a while, “You both are just the same”, he stated.

“You don’t know us, we are completely the opposite of each other,” I pushed a strand of hair away from my face, “Zoey is a rich, hard girl who doesn't care about love or men or their money because she sees all men as scum, and I am a lover girl who until today did believe men are scum” I laughed painfully to myself.

“Uhm…” Nate mumbled, “Heartbreak, tell me more about it,” he added.

Leaning closer to him, “Well, I think a lot has changed about me now,” I ran my fingers seductively across his chest, a virus smile on my face, “And that is why I am willing to spend the night with any man bold enough to make me forget my misery.”

Nate pushed his bottle into his mouth and took a long gulp from his drink, “Bold enough you say?” he asked, and I nodded my head excitedly like a child. Nate got on his feet, took me by the hand, and led the way out.

The next place I found my drunken self was in one of the rooms on the third floor of the clubhouse with Nate right in front of me. Smiling wildly at him, with the alcohol having full control over me, I slowly took off the tank top I had on, slipped my flare skirt off my waist, and knocked off my shoes.

Still leaving my mask on, as I was not too drunk to forget that I still wanted my identity hidden for the night, I moved on to help Nate, who was grinning delightfully at the sight of my bare body, take off his clothes.

I slid to my knees, gripping his crotch before going on to unbutton his pants and getting them to fall freely. I took his little man who was dangling flatly in between his legs and ran my fingers through the length several times before taking it into my mouth and working him.

He groaned deeply, holding tightly to my hair-the pain I felt from this action of his a painful pleasurable one-till he finally had an outburst of ecstasy and I pulled away, seeing that he was now as hard as a rock.

Slowly, like I was dancing to the residue of music left on my head, I got back up, pressing my body against his warm, bare skin that lighted me up. Acting as though he had just gotten possessed by some spirit, he flipped me and bent me over, before he went on with thrusting his full hard length into me, badly ramming me at a fast, rough, steady pace.

Holding the wall in front of me helplessly for support, I gave myself entirely the pleasure I felt that I hadn't gotten in a long while as Nick was as good as dead on the bed.

As the sensation that pulsated throughout the entire length of my body overwhelmed me, a thought flickered through my mind. What would become of me when the alcohol wears off, and I return to reality where I am not Zoey who embraces the craziness of the outside world I have delved in without any regret?

Morning sluggishly arrived, with the alcohol fading away with the night, leaving me with a banging headache. I woke up to meet Nate, still fast asleep beside me, and like me, he still had his mask on. I quickly got out of bed carefully, got dressed, and was ready to sneak out of the room without waking him.

But as I reached for the door, something did not feel right in me, and that was leaving without seeing the face of the man who made me forget my sorrow for the night.

Another part of me thought it would be as best to leave things the way there were and part ways with him as total strangers, and that did not sit right with me. After an internal conflict with my mind, my curiosity got the better part of me and I tiptoed back to the bed and gently pulled up his mask, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

My heart skipped a beat as his face registered in my head. Instantly regretting my decision, I stormed out of the room.