Page 4 of Forever Masked & Mine
We wake up in a slight panic at the knock on the door, but the flight attendant’s soft voice comes through the shut door, “We’re about an hour out from landing. If possible, could you make your way to your seats?” We’re all up, quickly moving around to find our clothes and trying not to look like absolute train wrecks. We walk out of the room to head up to our seats, when I hear the slow claps coming from Blair and Vin…
Vin is sporting a massive erection, and Blair is practically panting. Oh my god… they were just fooling around! Vin’s voice is pure gravel when he says, “I would’ve paid good money to see what you three were doing in there…”
Mar responds immediately with the quip, “Oh, lots of people do.”
He smirks at Mar’s comment. “Also, I covered for you by telling the flight attendants to head to the front of the plane so they didn’t have to listen to all that. Non-consenting voyeurism is never good…” I’m sure that’s the reason he told them to go up there and it has nothing to do with the blushing Blair beside him and the raging boner in his pants.
I snark over my shoulder as I sit back in my seat, “Thanks, Vin. Looks like you two were having some fun too.”
I’m right behind Mar, walking down the steps, finally stepping foot in Bora Bora, and it’s breathtakingly beautiful. We’re not technically getting married due to laws pretty much everywhere taking issue with multiple spouses… but we are having a commitment ceremony, and that’s all I could ever ask for. Percy and Mar are the only people I could ever see myself with in this lifetime.
We hop on the boat for a quick ride to the over-water bungalows. The crystal-clear water below us is unreal when looking over the side of the boat. It doesn’t seem deep enough being able to see the bottom of the sea floor clear as day. We pull up to the docks that lead to the beach, which will eventually lead us to the bungalows we can see over in the distance.
Blair looks like she’s on the verge of puking as we’re docking to get off the boat. I check in on her, “Blair you good?” She just nods her head at me, as if she opens her mouth, she’ll spew. Vin’s rubbing her back, being adorable as fuck. This side of him is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen, and I’m really wondering why these two aren’t already together.
My vacation planner booked us the biggest villa they offer to make sure we have enough space for all the honeymoon activities we want… but you never know. We might end up putting on a show.
We have champagne glasses in our hands, and we’re sent on our way down the walkway to our villas. Mar’s leading the way like she always does, and I’m watching in awe at this woman with Percy beside me. As I look over at him, I see he is wearing the same look of amazement as me, with the smallest of smiles pulling at his lips. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. “I love you so much, Percy.”
I hear Blair fake gagging behind me at the affection, but I’m not letting that fly, so I stop in my tracks, turning to run to her side, practically shoving Vin out of the way to rub her back. “Oh my god! Blair, are you okay? Are you still sick from the boat?” I’m doing everything I can not to bust out laughing. To continue the shit stirring, I add, “Do we need to call the medics? Mar, Vin, use your mafia shit and get Blair some help, would you?!”
My brows are up to my hairline as I’m looking at Mar, really selling the dramatics I’m pulling. She drones out, “Mack. She’s fine; look at her. I’m gonna have to break out the goddamn gag and ropes a lot earlier than I thought…” With that, she turns and keeps walking. Not giving a shit if we’re behind her or not.
When we reach the last bungalow on the walkway, we all look up in amazement. This place is huge. It looks to be at least two stories, surrounded by the clear water. Mar swings the door open, and the inside of the bungalow is just as stunning. My eyes immediatelygo to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that lead to the deck, where you can easily jump into the turquoise waters. We have a huge pool and hammock over the water as well. Everything is wood, keeping the Polynesian vibe throughout the whole villa. Blair and Vin head up the stairs to claim their room, and we head to the master suite.
It’s a huge open room that flows into the bathroom, which opens up to another deck that looks out to the deeper side of the ocean. Luckily, we’re facing away from the other bungalows.
Hopefully we won’t have any complaints when we’re fucking out here.
Mar throws her bag onto the bed and turns to me, saying, “Luchik, I have a surprise for you.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I start clapping my hands together and start questioning what the gift is, “What is it, Ma’am? Hold on, let me guess!” Mar looks as bored as ever, but she waits for my guesses. “Is it a new strapless strap-on? Or maybe that suctioning pocket pussy I’ve been eyeing?”
She pulls it out of the bag, and I know I’m in for a hell of a week.
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Ismile a wicked smile at him. “Nope. A cock cage for that cock of yours to be punished. I will have it hard when I want, and only when I want. If you’re not in my sight, the cage is on.” I take a breath, then add, “And that includes our fiancé over there. He doesn’t get you hard either.”
“Ugh, what am I being punished for?” Mack stomps his foot down like he’s pissed, but I can see the outline of his dick through his pants… he loves this shit.
“Well,Luchik… where do I begin?” I let that float through the air for a second, then start counting on my fingers all the shit he’s been doing, testing every boundary he could. “You called Marcello and planned this trip from an off-the-wall comment from me, promised the subs a live while here, and if I see one more aesthetic picture of a wedding, I think I’ll pull an ‘07 Brittany.” I can’t deny and say his excitement for our elopement doesn’t fill my stomach with butterflies, but I know he loves these “punishments” too… so he continues to act like a brat anytime he can.
“Fine,” he huffs out, crossing his arms over his broad chest. I raise my brows at him, and he adds, “Ma’am.”
“I’m going to need that cock soft, so I can put your cage on and lock it up. I have a massage scheduled with Blair in about thirty minutes,” I taunt him while moving to unpack my bag and throw my swimsuit on.
I pull my shirt over my head, and my shorts hit the floor. “Mar… Mama,” Percy groans. “Baby Boy’s cock is never going to go down with your gorgeous body on display.” He’s shamelessly running his hand over his cock through his pants.
We have seen a pick-up in activity on the guys’ accounts because it’s Halloween time, and with that comes the masked men craze. I always say it’s a year-round thing, but the attention they get during October is astonishing. You’d never know it would be such a big thing, but a mask kink is more common than you think…
