I stared helplessly at Elias's mask, holding it in my hands as I watched the stitches remain dull.
He guided me back to his cabin, and while I was changing into some clothes he offered, he took his mask off and hang it back up on the wall.
I stared down at it, only in Elias's black shirt that went all the way down to my knees, but I didn't really care right now.
My dress was disgusting and uncomfortable; I had been in it for days, and...
And I was too curious about this mask.
It was black entirely, the familiar glowing stitches now looking like empty tubing.
How did it work? Did he use lava? It looked like lava, and it reminded me of that orange glow from the sides of an active volcano.
I pursed my lips as I tipped it to the side, watching the sunlight from the windows reflect of it effortlessly.
But then I felt hands slide around my sides, and I gazed up in alarm.
Elias just pressed himself to my back, folding his arms around me. "Looking at my mask again?"
I gazed back down at it. "How does it work?"
He just stroked my stomach. "That's a secret."
I looked up to him. "Can't you tell me? I want to know."
"Sometimes things are better left a mystery," his breath was hot on my neck, making my legs wobble, "don't you agree?"
I stared down at it again, tipping it side to side.
"Put it back up," he said quietly, lips moving along my neck, "I think it's time for our first session."
I listened immediately as hung his mask back up, staring at it for a moment before I looked back up to him. "What's our session?"
His hand just slid gracefully down, his other arm tightening at my waist, and I gasped when he slipped his fingers under my panties.
The moment he started stroking me, my knees buckled.
He caught me as I whimpered, clutching tightly onto his arm. "Elias...."
"Hmm?" He kept stroking.
"That's my...." I trailed off when he rubbed a little harder.
"I know," he answered, smiling. "And by how you're acting, I can tell you've never been touched here before. Or that it's been a long, long time."
I struggled to keep still as he held me up. "I can't stand—I can't stand!"
My legs buckled again, and he caught me a third time, lowering me to the floor to a sitting position, but he kept his hand in the same place.
"I'm going to start with one finger," he warned me.
One... finger?
I then felt something slide inside me.
I gasped, stiffening.
He started pumping slowly, and I closed my eyes tightly, struggling to keep still as heat boiled through me.
"You're so silky," he whispered. "And hot."
But his other hand when down under, too, gently starting to stroke me again and replacing his first action.
I whimpered, tipping my head back as he continued.
"Two fingers," he said then.
Another thing slid into me, and I whimpered, feeling myself tighten and sting at the action.
"Does it hurt?" he wondered.
"It burns..." I answered, "a little."
He continued pumping and rubbing at the same time. "If I just shoved inside you, it would be much worse than this, Alice."
I just struggled against him, feeling something inside me edge higher and higher every pump, every thrust, every rub.
Oh, no... was this what I thought it was?
Higher, higher, stronger, stronger. I was almost at the peak. Oh, no.
But pleasure burst through me, making me cry out and stiffen, and he kept his actions as wave after wave rippled through my entire form.
I wasn't sure how long it lasted for, but it was glorious.
I'd never felt this way before, I felt like I was... in heaven.
Or what heaven should've been.
As my body calmed, his strokes calmed with it, and I settled against him, breathing shakily.
"That was fast." He chuckled, sounding breathless.
I just kept my eyes closed, wondering how long this blissful state would last.
But my lashes fluttered open as I gazed up at him, smiling softly. "What about you?"
"You already did the trick," he answered, looking half-tired as well.
My brows drew together.
But I moved off him, my head wrapped in clouds, but I gazed down at him to find a specific spot of his pants dampened from his orgasm.
"You kept grinding on me," he said, smiling softly. "Accidentally, but you did."
"Did it... feel good?"
"Better than getting blue balls," he answered, chuckling. "Yes."
"What's...."
"Don't ask," he said to me. "Ready for a nap?"
I nodded, feeling so tired and hung down... like I was swinging from the clouds.
He then guided me upstairs.
"When is the second session?" I wondered to him.
He never looked at me. "If I told you, it wouldn't be as arousing, would it?"
I puffed my cheek in annoyance.
But he just helped me into his bed, closing the door behind him while getting in beside me.
I let him press to my back before I smiled.
He just slid his arms around me again.
But my eyes opened in alarm when his hand went back under.
"Elias..." I said again.
He slid one finger in, followed by the second. "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head.
He then spread his fingers, making me whimper when I stretched a little. "How about now?"
I shook my head again.
He then inserted a third finger, making another wave of pleasure roll through me. "Now?"
"No..." I said, "it actually feels good."
He then smiled. "You needed to come first. Good to know."
"Good to... know...?" I echoed.
"Good night, Alice," he said, sliding out from me. "Go to sleep."
I just stared down. "Was that the second session?"
"Yup."
"When's the third?" I wondered.
"When I want it to be."
I turned over and gazed at him, but his eyes were closed, and his mouth was curved slightly.
"Is the third session when I get you?" I asked him.
"Maybe," he replied, "stay curious, Alice. I am always a mystery, remember that."
"You wouldn't be a mystery if you just gave me answers," I muttered in annoyance.
He parted his lashes, irises glowing a dark red as his smile widened. "But that wouldn't be fun, would it?"
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