Miss Dahlia Black,

You are cordially invited to attend a masquerade at Ellis Manor. Event is black tie, masks are encouraged but not mandatory

Sincerely, Lillian Ellis.

I stare at the letter printed on heavy paper for the hundredth time in disbelief. Did they really have to twist the knife further? Killian cheats on me with my fucking cousin, and I'm expected to still attend his family's party? Bullshit.

I sigh and pull the black silk dress I had already bought over my head, the back dipped low to sit just low enough to show a delicious amount of back, but tight enough to hug the generous curves of my ass.

I admire myself in the mirror before I leave, feeling a wave of pride at how hot I look

The party has been going for quite some time by the time I enter the beautiful home, everywhere there are people laughing and talking, concealed by masks ranging from Renaissance-era masks to masks made from body paint.

Lillian hurries over to me in a deep crimson evening gown and a mask made of red feathers over her brown eyes, her brown hair expertly pinned to her head with ruby-encrusted pins.

"Dahlia! Hello, my darling! You look beautiful!" she exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug.

I relax against her, inhaling her scent of perfume and rose shampoo, both mingling together beautifully.

"I hope it's okay that I still came," I whisper.

She giggles. "I’d rather have you here than my son and that trashy cousin of yours." She clicks her tongue in disapproval.

"You stay and eat, drink, and dance! I'll find you later, sweetheart," she says with a squeeze of my shoulder.

The party was nice, for an event where everyone is trying too hard to seem classy and put together in a very stick-up-their-ass kind of way.

As the party starts to wind down, two women in matching suits and black and white jester masks approach me when I'm leaving the bathroom.

In a hushed tone, one says, "Don't tell anyone."

And the other says, "The password is for you, and you alone."

They hurry away, and I'm left in the hallway, confused.

The paper reads "Servants' corridor past the kitchen. Password: Red."

I sneak to the empty servants' corridor and open it only to find a man on the other side wearing a black mask and a familiar smile.

"Ah, Miss Dahlia. I was wondering when Mistress would be brave enough to invite you." He smirks.

"What do you-" I ask, but he steps aside with a grin.

"Enjoy," he says, a playful edge to his tone.

And when I get further down the hall, I see why.

The servants' quarters had been turned into a secret parlor, and everywhere I looked, people were in various stages of sexual activity. A girl dances in nothing but a teeny tiny bejeweled thong while a man watches, one woman going down on him while another sucks his neck.

It's not long before I catch the attention of a woman in red lingerie and a black lace mask covering the lower half of her face.

Once she gets close enough, I can smell a hint of roses and expensive perfume.

"I'm glad you could make it, Dahli," she says in a husky voice.

My breath catches.

"Lilli." I breathed.

"Shhhh. You're a bit overdressed, don't you think?" she whispers, pulling the mask off and eyeing the silk dress.

My cheeks warm.

"I'm... not wearing anything under it," I explain nervously.

Her eyes heat. "Good. Now, step up on that stage like a good girl," she instructs, pointing to the wooden platform in the middle of the room.

For whatever reason, I slowly walk toward the stage and step up onto it.

Curious eyes watch me, causing me to freeze, but I can feel her watching.

I step out of my heels and slowly pull the dress upward and over my body, pausing with the hem beneath my breast and keeping my gaze locked on hers.

She saunters over to me and yanks the dress over my head before spanking my ass hard.

"You've always been a tease." She growls.

A moan slips from my lips.

"You look so good in pink," she praises, admiring my stinging ass cheek.

She snaps her fingers and two people come forward, one carries a chair and the other, a huge purple strap-on

She takes the strap-on and presses the head against my mouth. "Open your mouth and get it nice and wet for me, baby," she whispers to me, only me.

I open my mouth, and she gently pushes it in.

I suck slowly, but her impatience wins, and she pushes it in and out before eventually she's fucking my mouth with it.

I gag but obey.

She pulls it away, a string of saliva dripping from it.

I blush at the embarrassment of so many people witnessing that, but the embarrassment is gone when I look over at Lilli.

She sits in the chair, the strap now sitting snug against her body.

"Come ride me, baby," she says, beckoning me closer.

When I get close enough, she slides my thong down my thighs before gripping my throat and pulling me down to catch my lips in a deep, sensual kiss.

I moan against her lips, embarrassed to be bent over in front of all these people.

"I said, ride me like the greedy little slut you are," she growls.

Without another word, I straddle her lap and impale myself slowly on the purple silicone cock.

I release a low moan, sheathing it until my body meets hers.

I've ridden a dick before. I've used dildos, but this is better than any of those times.

"That's my good girl," she purrs.

Pleasure from the praise floods through me, and I rise up before lowering again, a steady rhythm building.

She cups one of my breasts and flicks her tongue against my nipple, and I whimper.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good. Speed up," she whispers against my skin.

My needy moans come louder and more frequently as I frantically impale myself over and over.

She reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit with just the right pressure that my thighs twitch and my pussy clenches the strap-on greedily.

"Look at everyone watching my beautiful girl get off," she whispers in my ear.

I look around and realize that everyone has ceased their activities to watch the Mistress of the house lead me to the edge of release.

"Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum all over this cock like a good girl," she whispers against my throat.

And just like that, my release rips through me with a loud moan as I frantically bounce and grind on her lap shamelessly, trying to drag out Every. Single. Ounce of pleasure.

“That's it, baby,” Lilli whispers.

I collapse against her, and her arms lock around me.

"Leave us," she says dismissively to the room, and I hear footsteps all fading.

"You're such a good girl," she whispers in my ear.

“MY good girl.”