Masked Night – Billionaire BDSM Erotica

By: Kenzie Haven

Part 1 of Behind His Mask


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The man had the woman against the wall. She was pressed against it face-first with her hands splayed above her head. His fingers were twined with hers, and she wore a look of pure ecstasy while he fucked her from behind.

It seemed like a very intimate moment for everyone to see. His bare ass bounced as he pounded into her, pressing her against the wall like she was going to merge with it.

They were both completely naked apart from the masks covering their faces. That was the rule in the club: you could wear anything below the neck, but above there had to be some kind of a mask. Most people went for the elegant masquerade types, but some went for more of the leather and latex kind.

I went for the black lace variety. It covered my face from my forehead down to my mouth. I had to quickly find it in my lunch break, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get through the security guards. The mask passed all the rules of the club.

The man’s grunts mingled with the woman’s gasps of delight while they quickened their pace. Their bodies slapped against each other’s, but the sound couldn’t be heard over the din of the music playing. I could imagine it, though.


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I shouldn’t have been watching, but it was difficult to look away. Seeing two strangers going at it was addictive and far sexier than I’d ever imagined it to be. I’d never considered myself a voyeur, but I’d never been in this bizarre situation before, either.

The woman screamed when her orgasm took her away. Her cries of, “God! Oh, god, yes!” rivaled the volume of the seductive music. Her lover lost it quickly then, spurred on by her writhing against him.

My pussy sparked to life underneath my dress. I couldn’t help it—watching the couple was hot. I wanted some of that action for myself. My clit begged to be touched and fondled. If I wasn’t so private and shy, I might have considered it. But I would never, not like this. I was only here for a friend. I was a casual observer, definitely not a participant.

He dug his fingers into her hips, showing no signs of gentleness, and he clung to her while they rode out their orgasms in a private world—one that couldn’t be seen by everyone watching. It was reserved for them only, shared in the pleasure of the moment.

Once they’d climaxed, their audience soon lost interest and continued on with their night. I was curious about what they would do afterwards. Would they shake hands and go their separate ways? Exchange numbers? Surely after something so personal, they would do something.

I got my answer after a few minutes: they hugged and headed for their respective restrooms—presumably to clean up.

So that was that, then.

My gaze traveled around the club as I tried to remember why I was in Midnight Haze. My friend had dragged me there, assuring me it would blow my mind and be “so much fun.”

She was convincing—I’d give her that. I’d chosen a tight black dress and found the mask as part of an old Halloween costume before agreeing to come to the club.

Just getting in was an ordeal. Only those with an invitation could enter Midnight Haze, and now that I’d seen the inside of it, I could understand why. It was a secret sex club. Couples were doing all kinds of kinky things around the place and in the private rooms. I’d learned more about sex in the last half hour than in my twenty-four years on earth.

In one of the rooms was a circular lounge. Women sat while men stood in front of them. They were all getting sucked off en masse while people watched, some touching themselves in the process.

I wandered into the next room, one darker than the others before it. Curiosity pulled me in and wouldn’t let me go. I needed to know what was happening in the shadows.

It seemed like the general theme was bondage. Leather-clad bodies roamed around, looking for partners or being led by one they’d already found. Some of the small rooms were curtained off for privacy, couples doing who-knows-what behind them.

A couple walked by. The man was being led along by a collar fixed around his neck and his female partner was holding the leash. They both seemed very satisfied with themselves as they headed into a private room. It was going to be difficult for them to shed their tight leather outfits.

“Hey, sexy.” A male voice stopped me in my tracks. I wasn’t entirely sure he had been speaking to me. I turned around to see a handsome, smiling face staring back at me.

I could see his eyes through his mask. Even in the dim lighting, I could tell they were light blue. They sparkled with hunger while he waited for me to respond.

“Uh, hi?” I replied.

“Care to join me?” He nodded toward one of the rooms and a shiver ran down my spine. I hadn’t intended on participating in anything tonight. I was there purely for my friend—who had disappeared on me some time ago.

But there was something about this guy. He was tall, dark, and gorgeous. The thought of him doing something unspeakable to me behind a curtain made my panties soaked. My pussy was more than ready for anything.

For once in my life, I threw caution to the wind and nodded. His smile grew wider and even more gorgeous as he took my hand and pulled me into the room.

I was expecting a bed, or at least a couch, but there was only a type of A-frame standing in the room. I could only guess what it was for. I was definitely out of my element in the club. He closed the curtain behind us, sealing us into the room.

“Is this your first time?” he asked.

I laughed nervously. “Is it that obvious?”

He chuckled too. There was something so familiar about him that I couldn’t quite place. “Only a little. You’ve got that whole innocent, Bambi-eyes thing going on. It’s cute. And extremely sexy.”

The compliments were definitely nice, but I couldn’t process them when I was too busy freaking the hell out.

“Are we going to have sex?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“Not yet.”

“Not… yet? What are we doing here, then?”

He took my hands in his and pulled me closer to the frame. “Just relax and let go. I’m going to take good care of you.”

I took a deep breath and tried to do as he said. This guy didn’t know me. He didn’t even know my name. I could be this person for one night. I was an adult. There was nothing wrong with having consensual, casual sex. Nobody would have to know.

He spun me around until I faced the frame and took my hands and placed them at the top, fitting a cuff around each of them to keep them in place. It was a bit of a stretch for my petite stature.

Next, he kneeled down and guided my legs apart, managing to give me goosebumps with his gentle caresses. He certainly knew what he was doing. I wondered if he was a regular here. Was that a good thing, or a bad thing? Did it matter?

No, it didn’t.

He trailed his hand all the way up my legs, tickling underneath the hemline of my dress until I squirmed. I was very grateful for the lacy thong I had put on before I left home. Thank goodness I didn’t go with my sensible cotton panties.

He pulled my dress up until my ass was exposed for him. Then he brushed his hands over the skin, touching it lightly and giving me a taste of the wonderful sensations he was capable of inflicting upon me.

“Your ass is perfect.” He kneaded the cheeks before getting closer. I was leaning against the frame, but my head was turned so I could still see him over my shoulder. He covered my body with his own as he glided his hands around my hips, down my stomach, and to the apex of my thighs.

I couldn’t believe I was letting a stranger touch me like this. I was the kind of girl who had a three-date minimum for this sort of thing, let alone anything more intimate.

He cupped my sex through the lacy fabric and rubbed gently, generating a pool of warmth deep in my belly. I was already hot and ready for more.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned.

He pulled the material aside until his fingers were on my bare clit, rubbing the sensitive skin with my own wetness. I was drenched for the stranger, so ready for him to make me climax like the woman I’d watched earlier.


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“You’re so wet.”

I didn’t have anything to say. I couldn’t speak, anyway. I bit down on my lip to stop myself crying out from the delicious torture. I’d never been touched like this before, and I never wanted him to stop.

He slid his fingers out of me and back around to my ass as he stepped back again. Before I could bemoan the loss of his touch, his hand came down and he spanked me. It took a moment for me to register what he’d done, and by that time, he was rubbing the area better.

“Damn, you’ve got a spectacular ass, sexy. I could play with it all night.”

“I liked the touching better,” I said, unable to believe I’d actually uttered those words.

The guy laughed. “We’ll get back to that. How about we lose some more clothes, first? As sexy as that dress is, I want to see you naked.”

He reached up and unbound my hands, holding them to turn me around so we were facing again. My nipples were straining against the fabric of my bra, definitely ready to be unleashed on him.

His eyes were mesmerizing as they locked with mine. I got the feeling he could tell me to do anything and I would happily obey. Just getting me into this room alone was a feat unto itself.

The guy easily slid my dress over my head before reaching around and unclasping my bra. He draped them over the frame and kneeled to pull my thong down my legs. He managed to set my skin on fire as he did.

I reached up and started undoing the buttons on his black shirt. He had chosen a nice outfit for the night, like he was going to a regular club instead of a sex dungeon. I got to the final button and then slid his shirt over his shoulders.

He was buff. This guy obviously worked out and took care of himself. His chest rippled with muscles, his arms were strong and capable. I had no doubt he could easily throw me over his shoulder and carry me away.

He followed me with his gaze as I moved on to his pants. I loosened the button and then undid the zipper. He wasn’t wearing any underwear as his cock sprang free. He had every reason to be proud of his length. Just the size of his member was enough for a rush of warmth to flow through my pussy.

He stepped out of his pants as they reached the floor and turned to hang them over the frame with mine. As he did, I saw something that made me freeze.

The guy had a birthmark on his back. It was shaped like a lemon, and I’d seen it before.

“Dale?” I whispered.

He twisted back to me. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”

I pulled off my mask. “You knew?”

“I’d recognize you anywhere, Pene.” He took his own mask off, showing me the handsome face of my stepbrother.

Our parents had married when we were both in our late teens. We’d joked so many times about how we might have got together if our parents hadn’t beaten us to it. There was always an attraction between us, but we’d ignored it for the sake of our familial relationship.

No wonder I’d been so comfortable with him. He was the guy I’d lusted over for six years. I’d lost track of how many times I’d touched myself while wishing it was him, instead.

Dale and I hadn’t seen each other for over a year now. He’d graduated college early and went on to start his own business. It was now turning over billions of dollars each year, securing him as one of the wealthiest people in the country. This, along with his amazing good looks, was also the reason he was the most eligible bachelor in the city.

He took a step closer. “I hope this doesn’t change anything. I want to fuck you, Pene. I’ve always wanted to, and I know you do too.”

“But… our parents. People are going to think this is weird. We’re related.”

“Only by marriage. There’s nothing wrong with doing this. I want you, and you want me,” Dale said. His smoldering eyes were making it difficult to protest. “Let’s do this, Pene. Even if it’s just tonight. I want to know what it’s like to be inside you. I want to feel your tight cunt around my cock and bury myself inside you.”

He pulled me against his hot body, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Not that I gave him any resistance—I was just as eager to get closer to him. This one night could change everything. He was my stepbrother, after all.

But I did want him. I wanted him so badly I was almost prepared to forget about all the consequences.

Dale leaned down and pressed his lips onto mine. At first he was so gentle, as if seeking my permission for more. The kiss soon grew with intensity, becoming hard and needy. I parted my lips and allowed him entry, his tongue plunging into my mouth and making me sigh.

He was right. This was meant to be. The idea of having sex with Dale was far more enticing than the thought of doing it with a complete stranger. I would have chosen him over every other guy in the club any day.

I surrendered to him, allowing my body to meld with his as our limbs entwined. His hand ran through my hair, using it to pull my head back so he could kiss me deeper.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered, both of us trying to catch our breaths. “Let me fuck you, Pene. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Looking up into his eyes, there was no more decision to make. “Fuck me, Dale.”

He grinned and kissed me again before pulling back. He gathered my hands in his and guided me back to the frame, raising them above my head and securing them in the cuffs again. This time, I was facing him with my ass against the board.

With his legs, he shuffled my ankles apart until he was satisfied with the space between them. Then he kneeled down once more and looked up at me through his lashes. He wasn’t a billionaire in that moment, nor was he my stepbrother. He was Dale, and he was hot.

He leaned forward until his mouth hovered over my cunt. His tongue darted out to lick down the length of my slit. If it weren’t for the cuff holding me up, I would have melted.

He sucked on my clit between licks, making me desperate to close my legs for momentary relief from the pleasure. He gripped my thighs like he could tell, holding them apart so he could have full access to my most private regions for as long as he wanted.

He licked with only the tip of his tongue, stroking long and strong through the wetness and against my sensitive nub. He then changed it up to use the flat of his tongue, the roughness providing a stark contrast to what he’d been previously doing.

The feeling was overwhelming as the pressure in my pussy hit a crescendo. The orgasm came quickly and roughly, shredding me to pieces as it tore through my body.

I shivered and shuddered while Dale continued to torment me with his tongue. He looked up at me, grinning at the way he could bring me apart so easily. I had been waiting six years for this, and it was worth every minute of the buildup.

We held one another’s gaze while the orgasm crashed over me, making all my limbs feel like jelly and relax like never before. The aftershocks made my thighs twitch and shake.

Dale released me and stood again. “You taste like honey, sexy. I can’t wait to be inside you and feel your tight little cunt around my dick. You’re going to feel incredible.”

“Do it, then,” I challenged him. I wanted it just as much as he did. I couldn’t wait to feel his big cock filling me from the inside.

His eyes blazed with hunger and primal need as he crushed his body against mine. One arm traveled up my body, tickling my skin along the way until he reached my hands. He held my fingers between his as his other hand went to cup my breast.

He rolled the nipple between the tips of his fingers, pinching the already erect bud until I was throbbing down below for him. Only Dale could cure my wanton need. There was nobody else.

Leaning down, Dale sucked on my tit and ran his tongue in circles as I pressed against him for more. I wanted him to have all of me. Nothing was off limits in the small room of the sex club. I wanted to remember this masked night forever.

He groaned against my skin, his breath skimming across and leaving goosebumps in its wake. This man was dangerous. He could make me feel too much emotion and make me want him too deeply. If we only had this one night, I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to recover from it.

Dale popped my tit out of his mouth. It was cold now from the warmth he’d offered. He kissed up my neck, somehow managing to find every sensitive spot along the way until I was so desperate for his cock I was ready to beg for it.

His erection pressed against my belly, already wet with his pre-cum. He had to lean back slightly to position it at my pussy. He rubbed his hard length along my clit, making me writhe against him and silently beg for more. It he’d kept it up much more, I would have my second orgasm for the night.


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The soft music from the club filtered in around us, reminding me of where we were. My friend was probably looking for me, if she wasn’t being fucked herself. I hoped she had found someone too so I wouldn’t have to explain my absence. Nobody would understand the attraction my stepbrother and I shared.

Finally, the head of Dale’s cock found its way to my entrance. I was slick and open for him, ready to take a good pounding like I’d witnessed earlier. I got the feeling Dale would perform even better than the other guy had. We wouldn’t end our night with a hug before we parted ways forever.

He gripped one of my legs and pulled it up so it wrapped around his waist, allowing him to penetrate me as deeply as possible. I gasped at his girth. Never could I have known exactly how big Dale was. I might have forgotten the consequences of our joining years ago if I did.

He drilled his cock into me before he let me go. The pressure inside quickly built as he filled me, giving me what I’d always needed but was too shy to ask for.

When I’d agreed to go to the club with my friend, I never imagined the night would go this way. Never could I have pictured the scene in the small room behind the black curtain: me with my hands tied above my head, my fingers interwoven with Dale’s as we fucked like animals.

He caressed my skin, running his hand down the side of my face and making the moment so intimate it was almost surreal. Our gazes met while our bodies pulsed in perfect harmony.

Without dropping eye contact, the hand around my cheek delved lower, pinching my nipple and then sliding across my belly. I shivered under his touch, goosebumps covering my body in the best way possible.

Dale continued to slide his hand downwards until it pushed in between us and found my clit. He stroked the nub, causing tingles to crackle out until I was buzzing with excitement.

Sex had never felt like this before. It had never been this incredibly hot and filled with so many sensations I couldn’t even begin to count them.

My breath came in short rasps while my heart thundered in my chest. I’d heard of people having heart attacks while making love before. Now I didn’t doubt their stories. If Dale continued to revere my body like this, I was going to be having a coronary.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You’re so hot, sexy. But you’re not going to come until I give you permission. That’s the rule in here. I’m in charge. So you’re going to have to bite that cute little lip a bit longer.”

Dale had always tried to boss me around after our parents were married. For some reason, I always wanted to comply. Even now, I loved that he was taking charge; that he was going to do whatever he wanted to me and it would only be for our mutual pleasure.

I was his. There was no way around it. If he told me to get down on all fours so he could fuck me doggy-style, I would have obeyed. I would have done anything for him if it meant we could continue to do this. Dale and everything he offered was more than worth it.

Hell, I would have walked through the club naked if that made him happy. Somehow, though, I figured he wouldn’t want that. He would want my nakedness to belong to him, for no other eyes but his.

Dale had always been protective of me, even after we went off to college. It made me feel special. His ownership of me tonight was an extension of that special feeling he evoked.

He looked into my eyes once more as I nodded. His lips crashed into mine as he kissed me deeply, pulling me against his body while his hand continued to expertly work my clit.

His hand moved from my pussy until he could grab my leg still remaining on the ground. He pulled me upwards, taking all of my weight until I could wrap around him. If my arms weren’t bound they would have been around his neck, tickling the base of his skull until he moaned from the sheer bliss of it all. Hopefully I’d get a chance to do that one day.

As I bucked against his hips, I pressed my clit against him. The friction was almost better than his hand had been. Our combined juices made the movement slick and easy as our bodies thrust toward one another before ebbing away for some relief.

It was so much to take in. I was going to explode. I found myself biting on my bottom lip just as Dale had told me to. I clenched my pussy, trying desperately to hold on until he whispered those magic words.

But I couldn’t wait for much longer. My cunt was on fire, yearning for completion that was on the cusp of tearing through me.

“Please, Dale,” I whimpered.

He laughed with his perfect, throaty tone that nearly made me forget all about his command. Dale’s voice was as seductive as the rest of him, able to get me hot just by whispering to me.

“Okay, sexy. Come for me. Look at me when you do.” Those words came just in time.

I let go, allowing myself to dive off the cusp and go crashing down to the endless pit of ecstasy. The pleasure crept over me in one swift movement, the orgasm taking me in its grasp and holding me there for so long I wondered if I would ever come back from it.

I saw everything I felt reflected in Dale’s eyes as he held me in his gaze. It was more than just lust. This was something permanent, something that hadn’t just happened overnight.

Dale grunted and then moaned, whispering my name as he followed me into release. His cock twitched and thrust within me, claiming me as his and telling me he was not ready to let me go again. I’d never felt more connected to him.

All my limbs felt weightless as I clung to him, wrapped so tightly around his waist I wondered if we would ever be able to tear ourselves apart again. A large part of me hoped we wouldn’t be able to.

I thought for sure my heart stopped beating for a moment, everything in my body pausing while we savored the joy as it pulsed down below. My pussy was satisfied, the skin so sensitive it would need a few moments to recover from the pounding it had taken.

My body seized with the aftershocks. My breathing was still barely under control. Perhaps I would need some CPR to end the night. As long as it came from Dale, I would be fine.

He pulled me against him as far as the restraints would allow. The frame had held up well. If it wasn’t bolted to the floor, maybe we would have broken it. The contraption was definitely fun. Or maybe that was just Dale and his sexual prowess.

“That was fucking awesome, Pene.”

“You felt it too, huh?” I joked. Trying to think comprehensibly now was practically impossible. Adrenaline surged in my veins.

“Yeah, sexy. I want to do that again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He smiled that devilishly sexy smile he always had, and it was like we were eighteen years old again. Like we hadn’t wasted six years without each other.

My legs fell back to the ground as he helped me extricate myself from his body. It was cold without his warm skin pressed against mine. I felt the loss immediately.

He released me from the restraints and kissed the skin. It had turned pink from being rubbed against the leather. It didn’t hurt, but it might be a little sore tomorrow.

I was bundled into his arms as he hugged me tightly, kissing me on the forehead. It seemed stark in contrast to the rough fucking we’d just participated in. But I loved it. I loved everything about what we’d just done.

“Do you come to this club often?” I asked, deciding that it did matter, after all. I needed to know everything about Dale.

“Not at all. It was my first time,” he replied with a grin. “I wasn’t even planning on coming here tonight. I’d just finished work and was heading out to grab some food when I saw you in line. I had to scramble to find a mask so I could follow you in.”

“But you need an invitation…”

“I’m a billionaire, sexy. I don’t need an invitation for anything.”

I smiled. I should have known. Money could buy you anything in this town, and Dale had a lot to spare. All I was grateful for was the fact nobody else had recognized him. Women would go to great lengths to get in his pants, especially in a sex club where there were no limitations.

“So, what do we do now?” I asked, holding my breath while I waited for the answer.

“I want to keep seeing you,” Dale replied. “Not just for sex, but for everything else too. I want to date you, Pene. I want you in my life in every way possible.”

“But our parents…”

“They’ll have to understand. When the time is right, we’ll tell them. Until then, we’ll get to know each other as just Penelope and Dale, not stepbrother and sister.”

It sounded like a good plan, one I eagerly looked forward to implementing.

We replaced our masks and got dressed in the small room before opening the curtain and going our separate ways. I was right. We didn’t end with a hug. We didn’t need to. We would see each other again. Tonight wasn’t an end. It was just the beginning.

I noticed Dale headed straight for the nearest exit and went through it. He wasn’t interested in hanging around to see if he could pick up anyone else. I had been enough for him. I had satisfied him.

All I had to do was find my friend and I could do the same thing. The club had been much better than I ever could have imagined.