Page 17 of Masked & Mine
She lays down beside Percy. He then opens his mouth, letting my cum slowly drip into her mouth.
“Mmm, you taste like sin,Luchik.” She reaches up and pulls Percy in for a heated kiss. “My good boys.”
“Fuck, please stop. I’m getting hard again.” I whine out.
“We’re going out tonight and coming back to partake in more of that.” She says as she shoots me a wink. I already know what she’s thinking, and we have a very special treat up our sleeves for Percy.
“Oh, I know there will be plenty more of what just happened. You’re not getting rid of us after that performance,” Percy promises.
“Another fantasy checked off for me. Actually two. Squirting and being split roasted.” She shrugs like that statement wasn’t unhinged as fuck.
We pile into the back of the Uber and head to the strip. It’s only about a ten-minute ride. Mar and I decided to head to Club Onyx. It’s brand new and looks like a complete vibe from what I’ve seen on social media. It has the perfect spots for pictures, and on the inside, it has this type of seductive red lighting, too. We didn’t tell Percy where we were going because, knowing him, he’d be all Debbie Downer about it. Little does he know we have a plan, of course, if everything works out perfectly.
I had a dress, heels, and some basic makeup items and jewelry delivered to the house earlier. I called the girl who does my hair, Blair, to get recommendations on makeup. She sent me over a huge cart from Ulta to order and pickup. Expensive ass makeup, if I do say so myself. I made sure to tell her she was beautiful without the makeup, but I wanted her to have some handy because, according to her social media, it looked like she dabbled with it. I picked out a little black velvet-type dress with some off-the-shoulder sleeves that make her boobs look marvelous. It’s ruched right on the ass, which makes it look even bigger than it already is. I guessed her size, and by the looks of it, it fits her body like a glove. The heels have black straps around the ankles and a single strap over the toes, making her the perfect height. The jewelry I bought puts the finishing touches on her aesthetic with some gold hoop earrings and a dainty necklace.
We walk through the doors, past the bouncers outside. They have the hallway lined with these gold oval-looking plates from floor to ceiling, and the red lighting is doing something to me. At the end of the hall, there is a red neon sign that says ‘SINNER’. It has an eclectic vibe in here. Honestly, it’s just like my shop and the house.
“Picture time!” Mar sings songs to both of us.
“We don’t have our masks on.” Percy sounds the least bit excited.
“I’ll make it work. Come on, old man.” She grabs both of us by the hands and drags us to the end of the hall. She asks a girl standing close to the signs if she minds taking a picture for us. She still has her glowing red horns on, of course. They’re a part of her at this point.
She’s facing the camera. We come up to stand by her side, and she tells us to turn toward the sign so you can only see the sides of our faces illuminated by the red lights and sign. She wraps her arms around each of our waists. “Now turn and face the camera. I want one of all of us, just for me,” she says.
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said all day, Mar.” Percy states dryly, being the smartass he is.
“What, you didn’t think my praise while I was squirting all over you earlier was nice?” She says, and I swear he chokes on his tongue.That’s what his smartass gets.The poor girl taking the pictures blushes.
“Yeah, to you, she’s been nice to me all day, besides the hand stomping. Which was hot as fuck, if you ask me?” I hold my hand out for a low five.This poor girl taking the picture is going to burst into flames. I love it.
Grabbing her phone back from the blushing girl, Mar thanks her. The last picture is precious. We’reboth smiling down at Mar, looking like two lost fools, ready to be commanded.
1. Pretty Little Fears (feat. J. Cole) - 6LACK, J. Cole
2. OHMAMI - With Maggie Lindeman - Chase Atlantic, Maggie Lindeman
Chapter seven
Percy
@Königoftheunderworld
Stepping foot into the club, I see how breathtaking it is in here. Club Onyx has been open for about two months now. I haven’t been in here since it’s been opened to the public. I do the marketing for the owner, Marcello Barone, who is the head of the Italian Mafia. Anyone who lives in Vegas is aware of Mr. Barone and his family business. Why does the Don need marketing? Well, he runs a shit ton of businesses and likes for them to do well, so he outsourced to the company I work for. He’s only my client, though. No one else at the firm wants anything to do with his ‘dirty money’.As for me, money’s money. The marketing for all of his legal businesses is all on paper. He offers me a bunch of money to leave my current firm and work for him, at least once a month, but I haven’t made the jump yet.
He scares the shit out of me, if I’m beinghonest.
Marcello has been nothing but nice to me, and I’m excited to introduce him to Mack and Mar too. He was very specific about this project, almost like he really didn’t need me to work on it as much. He almost seems like he couldn’t care less how well this club does.
My attention floats back to Mar. She already fits so well into our partnership, and she has only been around for a day. That should worry me, but honestly, it doesn’t. I have some sort of pull toward her. It was nice earlier to let go of the power and just submit to her and take all her commands. Submission comes easily to Mack, but I’ve always held back and fought when submitting to him. Not with Mar. She leaves no questions up to who’s in charge.
Mar and Mack are in front of me, heading up to the bar. His arm is slung over her shoulder, and hers over his hip. I can’t help but appreciate the differences in their bodies. Her hips are swaying in that tight ass velvet dress, and Mack’s back in that white button down has blood rushing straight to my cock. She’s soft and curvy. He’s pure muscle. I really do have the best of both worlds with these two. I can’t wait to strip both of them bare later on. What happened earlier was so fucking hot, and it wasn’t something put on as a show or for our subscribers. That was just for us—getting comfortable with one another—and, oh, we did just that. What does thatmean for us? I have no clue. Honestly, I’m just here for the ride.
Making it up to the bar, I step up behind them, wrapping my hands possessively around both of their waists. Not giving a shit about what people think. We already do shit that makes people clutch their rosaries. Why not add a non-monogamous relationship to the mix? I’m fucked. Mar already said people in her past couldn’t keep things casual, and here I am already calling this a relationship.
Mar orders all our drinks, and I think it’s something with tequila in it. I should’ve seen her as a tequila girl. The bartender comes back, setting all our cups on the bar, but I’m distracted by Mack’s hand running down my stomach towards my dick. He steps in front of me, laying kisses all over my neck. Nibbling and throwing a little suck here and there. Mar then shoves a drink into my hands.
Our hips begin to sway to the music. I’ll have to compliment Marcello on the DJ if we run into him later. I'm sure he's not even here. The man has so many other businesses. He’s been playing some good-ass music tonight. He hasn’t wanted a ton of marketing attention for Club Onyx, but I don’t find myself questioning him often. You know him being the mafia leader and all.