Authors: Arianna Hart
Screw Cupid (2 page)
The skirt was actually demure, if one ignored how it clung to her hips. It was the corset and shirt—or lack thereof—that made her nervous. The directions that came with the box of clothes were quite clear about how she was supposed to dress. The white silk shirt went on first,
then
the corset cinched up over it.
Since she didn’t have anyone to help her get dressed, she tied the corset down the front. It was made of the softest black leather and red lace—and looked absolutely decadent. The bones sewn into it pushed her already abundant chest halfway to her chin.
A situation the shirt did nothing to hide.
The silk top was exquisitely feminine with cap sleeves and an indecently low neckline. It was the neckline that was giving her fits. Trimmed in delicate lace, the shirt showcased her enhanced cleavage. The edging barely covered her nipples, heck, in some areas pink showed through the lace.
With her red hair spilling over her pale shoulders she looked like she was waiting to get ravaged. Christ, she was freaking pirate bait.
But wasn’t that the point?
Reannah
picked up the black leather mask that came with the outfit and twirled it in her hands. Was she really going to do this? Common sense screamed
No
!
but
the lonely part of her soul shouted it down.
She’d been alone for so very long. Was it too much to ask for one night of companionship? No one said she had to do anything she didn’t want to. The invitation clearly stated this was for consenting adults only and no coercion would be tolerated.
Once again, she wondered who could have invited her, boring
Reannah
Mason, to an orgy. Whoever it was had to know her damn well because the clothes fit perfectly. Even the boots were made to order, with the left one a half size smaller than the right. There were only a handful of people in the world who knew that about her, and she trusted all of them.
So, someone who knew her well and therefore knew how lonely she’d been, had arranged for her to go to this wild party.
A party where she’d be disguised the entire time, as would everyone else.
No one would know she was boring
Reannah
Mason, especially dressed like this.
She didn’t have to
be
Reannah
Mason tonight.
A shiver danced down her spine and sparkled through her bloodstream. For this one night she could act on all the secret fantasies she’d hidden away from everyone. Sure, most of them had Kiefer Brown in the starring role, but she could pretend for tonight.
Wasn’t that what this was all about? By wearing the mask and the costume she could pretend to be anyone at all.
And better yet, she could pretend to be with anyone at all.
With determined steps,
Reannah
marched to the bathroom and wet a hairbrush. Tonight she was going to be a vamp, a sex goddess,
pirate
bait even, anything but herself And the first step was taming her hair. If she wanted to be someone else, she couldn’t have her distinctive red hair announcing her identity.
She yanked the wet brush through her curly hair repeatedly. When it was almost dripping wet, she slopped a handful of gel through the mess. The combination toned down the bright red
color
to a deeper auburn. To disguise herself further, she wrapped the sticky strands into a bun at the base of her neck.
The severe hairstyle accented her high cheekbones making her appear almost delicate. She looked nothing like herself. When she tied the mask over her green eyes, her own mother wouldn’t recognize her.
Thank God.
Siren red lipstick completed the outfit just in time. The car her unknown host provided pulled up to her house as she fastened the heavy velvet cape at her throat.
“I can do this. Tonight, I’m only going to think about my pleasure and not worry about tomorrow.” Nerves twisted in her stomach despite her pep talk. This just wasn’t like her, no matter what happened in her secret fantasies.
“It’s perfectly safe and no one will make you do anything you don’t want to,” she reminded herself.
But what about the things she really
wanted
to do and had never dared? Who’d stop her from doing those? And would she want them to?
Chapter Two
The limo driver was silently polite as he escorted her over the icy walk and into the back of the long black car. If it seemed odd to pick up someone in a velvet cape and leather mask, he didn’t show it.
As she slid into the plush leather seat,
Reannah
tried to figure out who her mystery host could be. The driver wasn’t going to give her any
clues,
he’d closed the privacy window the second he slipped behind the wheel. She could always use the intercom but she doubted he would answer her questions.
Who could have sent her that invitation? It obviously wasn’t random. The person had her email address and home address. Although, anyone who knew how to use a computer could probably figure that much out. No, this was someone who knew not only her shoe size but also her secret yearnings.
They also knew her well enough to realize she’d never go to a “sensual celebration” unless she felt one hundred percent safe.
As the nearly silent car purred through the darkened night,
Reannah
tried to let go of her fears. She’d told Molly what she was doing so someone knew in case her body turned up in a gutter somewhere.
Oh, that’s comforting.
Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. She reached for the intercom button to tell the driver to take her back. As she moved, her cape knocked an envelope to the carpeted floor.
Miss
Reannah
Mason
was written in flowing script on the front.
Her hands shook as she broke the seal and slid the heavy parchment out. After clicking on an overhead light, she read the note.
Dear Miss Mason,
I’m so happy you chose to join me tonight for my Valentine’s Day celebration. Your every wish and desire waits at the end of this ride. Rest assured
,
your invitation has come at the bequest of someone who loves you very much. Your safety and pleasure are assured.
Regards,
Cupid
What the fuck?
Cupid?
This was ridiculous. Who loved her so much they’d arrange for her to go to an orgy? It wasn’t exactly something she’d talked about at family gatherings.
The only person in the world who knew even a tiny bit about her deviant sexual desires was Molly, and she’d denied any knowledge of the invitation.
But she
had
encouraged her to go to the party.
Repeatedly.
Reannah
tapped the note against her chin. If she hadn’t been so wrapped up in solving the mystery of her host, she’d have paid more attention to Molly’s
behavior
. It had to be her. Molly would never encourage her to do something this stupid if she didn’t know who was behind it.
Come to think of it, Molly had insisted she get a pedicure and bikini wax last week too, before she’d even decided to go to the party.
The sneak.
Relief flowed through her and the tension leaked from her shoulders. Now that she’d solved the mystery she could relax and enjoy the ride. The only other time she’d been in a limo had been for her grandfather’s funeral.
And that one certainly didn’t have a stocked bar.
Helping herself to a vodka tonic,
Reannah
toasted Molly silently and knocked back the liquid courage.
A night to explore her every wish and desire, huh?
Heat spread from her stomach to her thong-clad pussy.
She had
a lot
of wishes and desires. Most of them
centered
around
Kiefer and her in a bed. Hell, in a bed, on the floor, against a wall, anywhere. She’d been imagining him in a variety of positions and locations for the last year. But all of them had his cock lodged deep inside her by the end.
Just the thought of him had her nipples pebbling up against the silk and lace of her shirt. The combination of sensations made her squirm. She’d been celibate for so
long,
her body became aroused at the mere thought of Kiefer. Her thighs grew damp and she clamped them together to stop the ache.
Why not relieve it instead?
What? She couldn’t do that. She was in the back of a car for heaven’s sake!
She glanced at the privacy shield in place. There was no way the driver could see in, right? A thrill of excitement made her clit throb.
Could she really take care of the need burning through her right here, right now?
She caught her reflection in the window and almost didn’t recognize herself. Her lips looked swollen and
pouty
and her cheeks were flushed with suppressed desire.
Yes. She could do this. She
wanted
to do this.
Her hands trembled with excitement as she spread the cape and lifted her skirt. The velvet felt cool against her rapidly heating skin as she pulled the hem up to reveal the leather thong that matched the corset.
Leaning back into the seat, she let her fingers drift over her mound as she visualized Kiefer wearing nothing but silk boxers. In her mind, it was his fingers pushing aside the scrap of material covering her swollen clit.
His hand drawing moisture from her slick pussy lips, and his finger driving into her needy channel.
A gasp escaped her lips as the pressure built inside her. She swirled her thumb over her nub as she thrust harder. The scratchy lace teased her nipples as she writhed against the cool leather seat.
Hot, she was so hot.
“I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re the only one I want.”
The phantom Kiefer whispered love words in her ear as he pressed kisses against her fevered skin.
“Let me touch you. Let me love you. Let me make you mine.”
Her breath came in gasps as she spun tighter and tighter. Fire burned beneath her skin and sweat beaded up on her forehead as she lashed her head back and forth.
“You’re mine!”
“Yes!” With a strangled cry she exploded.
Street lights shone dimly through the tinted car windows as the limo exited the city limits.
Reannah
was too boneless to worry about being taken so far from home.
She couldn’t believe she’d just masturbated in the back of a car. Well, tonight was her night for firsts, and by God she was going to experience as many of them as she possibly could.
Her pulse had almost returned to normal by the time the limo turned onto a gated drive. Spotlights revealed an enormous mansion with fluted columns and a veranda on the second floor. The circular drive wrapped around a marble fountain complete with a water spouting Cupid.
Considering it was February in New England, the water pouring from Cupid’s mouth had to be heated to keep it from freezing. Anyone who would pay to heat water for a decoration had to have serious money to burn.
As the limo crawled up the brick drive,
Reannah
gazed at the statues that were spotlighted along the walkway leading to the house. The first one was of two lovers entwined in a passionate embrace.
Then next had two lovers in a classic “sixty-nine”.
Reannah’s
eyes widened under her mask as she realized the statues got more and more risqué the closer they got to the house.
She was almost afraid to examine the two flanking the ornate front door.
What did you expect? You’re going to an orgy, not a garden party.
Nerves grabbed hold of her and shattered the calm she’d felt after her explosive orgasm. What was she doing here? Dressed like this?
The car slowed to a stop and
Reannah
reached out to tell the driver she’d changed her mind but it was too late. Before she could chicken out he’d opened the door and helped her out of the car.
If he suspected she’d made free with her fingers while she was alone he didn’t show it. He was as silent and stoic as when he’d arrived at her door.