A/N: I don't write as much anymore. But I do love entering contests and anything to do with Halloween! This was my entry for The Tricks, Treats, and More Halloween Contest and won 1st place public vote, golden leaves award (leaves us wanting more), and judge's pick (Pa Trizia 88). As always, check out all the awesome entries if you haven't. And huge thanks to all the judges, everyone who put the contest together, and everyone who read, reviewed, and voted :) It's nice to see contests still taking place and keeping this fandom alive so many years later.

All my love and thanks to beta extraordinaire Mel Cee. Still blows my mind that there are people that will take hours of their free time to help me polish this up! And huge thanks to the super talented maniacalmuse for making my stunning banner which you can find on my Facebook - Steph Ashes. They both have awesome stories as well, so check them out!

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Warning: Please do not use this as a guide to practice forms of BDSM. This is fiction. This story is 18+, full of smut, and kind of taboo! Enjoy :)

"So, who's this guy you're meeting up with tonight?" Alice asks me while sitting on my bed. She scrolls through her phone absentmindedly, barely looking up from it as I get ready.

I slide the white mask over my face, completing my outfit. "Someone I've been talking to online."

That captures her attention, and she glances up at me with a smirk. "Ohhh, was it on that weird kink site you were telling me about?"

"It's not weird." I laugh while rolling my eyes. "It's a completely safe and legit site to meet locals with the same sexual desires as you."

I observe myself in the mirror on my vanity. Thigh-high white leather boots trail up my legs. My body is wrapped tightly in a white, lace, corset-style dress that barely covers my ass and could pass for lingerie. My not-so-innocent angel costume is complimented by the mask hiding my identity and the fluffy white halo headband perched on top of my long, wavy burgundy hair.

How ironic, considering I'll be tempted by the devil tonight.

Satisfied with my Halloween costume and how I look, I turn to check out Alice. She's cute and seductive in her little lime-green pixie costume, which doesn't leave much to the imagination. Her neon makeup compliments her gentle features, and her dark brown bob matches it all.

She's still looking at me with uncertainty. "So what exactly is this desire you speak of?"

"I guess you would call it a mask kink. But it's a no-strings-attached hookup, where we don't know anything about each other… how we look, our names—nothing. We keep our masks on the whole time. Just one night of pleasure to safely explore my kinks with a complete stranger. No worrying about feelings, judgment, or awkwardness," I explain.

"Oh, that's why you're wearing that weird mask with your angel outfit," she observes.

I nod in response.

"Bella, you know I'm sexually liberated and all that fun stuff, but you do realize how absolutely crazy that sounds, right?" she exclaims. "I know it's Halloween, and I'm all for freaky stuff, but do you seriously wanna get freakin' murdered?"

I'm not used to Alice being the logical, responsible one. She can be more reckless than I am, so this comes as a bit of a shock. But I appreciate her looking out for me. I know it seems weird and dangerous, but I've always had a thrill from strange things.

What I'm about to do tonight is actually so out of my comfort zone, I never thought in a million years I would be doing this—which is exactly why I wanna do it. Ever since starting my sophomore year of college, I vowed I would face my fears and embrace my desires…even if they scared the shit out of me.

I walk to my bed, lying back on it with my head in her lap, and she combs her fingers through my hair.

"Alice, seriously, I'm fine. All members are screened for this site, and even though I don't have his information, the website does," I say as I look up at her light green eyes that practically match her outfit. "Plus, we're meeting at the party and hooking up there."

I can tell I'm convincing her slightly as her features soften in relief.

"What I do know about him is that he lives in town, goes to the same college as us, and is friends with Brad, the guy throwing the house party tonight. So if he tries anything weird I'm not okay with, he won't get away with it."

"But—" Alice protests.

"I'm safe. I promise," I cut her off. "I'll be in a room upstairs, so I won't be far. And I'll find you as soon as I'm done. I've had this fantasy for a while, and it took me a long time to find someone I feel comfortable with." I squeeze her leg in reassurance. "Even though I don't know personal details about him, we've been talking for months, and he's told me so many things only a local would know. I trust him."

"Oh my god." Her eyes light up. "What if it's someone you know?"

"Even better. Because I'll never find out."

"You won't be curious to know who fucked you? What if it's the best sex you've ever had and want more of it?"

"No, not really. It's just a fantasy to bring to life one night. That's it. Nothing more. I have no desire to find out who he is or see him again."

"I knew you were weird, girl, but…" Alice stares at me like I have three heads.

I snort. "Shut up."

Rolling off the bed, I pull her up with me. "Now, can you please stop judging me, and can we leave so I can break this dry spell I've been in for way too long."

That's all it takes for Alice to run out of my bedroom after slapping my ass and giggling as we leave the apartment we share together.

Alice and I walk hand in hand up the steps of the house a few of the boys we go to college with share near campus. There are obnoxious hoots and hollers from some guys smoking out front as we and other scantily-clad girls make our way into the house.

Music blasts and vibrates beneath our feet from the expensive speakers, and smoke from fog machines casts around us. It's a smaller home, so it's pretty packed already, and we have to shuffle through and brush against people to get by. I guess this is the party to be at tonight, and word got around campus.

Bodies rub against each other on the makeshift dance floor in the living room, people making out and practically dry-humping for everyone to see. Others are doing beer funnels, playing beer-pong, and throwing back shots in the kitchen.

The decorations covering the entire house are pretty impressive. Animatronics of skeletons and creepy-looking distorted figures surround us, jumping out and making people shriek in fear as they pass them. Horrifying props and decorations fill most of the room.

We greet people we recognize as we head toward the kitchen. Graphic and pretty realistic bloody fake body parts are strung along the walls. It's actually kind of gross, but I can appreciate the effort. I love Halloween and spooky shit, but the gory stuff always squicks me out.

It's slightly quieter in here—for as quiet a house party can be. Although the music is muffled, the drunken chattering and yelling are pretty loud. I'd be joining in on the fun if I didn't have a mission tonight. My priorities are different from usual. I need a bit of liquid courage, but I don't want to be so plastered that I don't remember tonight. I want to remember all of it.

"Is your brother going to be here?" Alice asks in my ear so I can hear her. She wiggles her eyebrows, knowing the mention of him always annoys me.

Of all things to bring up tonight, why does it have to be him? I swear she doesn't even care about him; she only does it to piss me off.

"He's not my brother," I stress, giving her the stink eye. "And how the fuck would I know? You know we barely make conversation with each other. Unless I'm telling him to go fuck himself."

My bitchy side comes out in full force when anything has to do with him.

She rolls her eyes. "Okay, fine, stepbrother. Same thing."

"It's not. That demonic creature is not related to me."

"Why do you hate him so much again? He's fucking hot."

"No, he's not," I lie. "And because he's a cocky asshole, that's full of himself. He thinks he's God's gift to earth and can have whatever he wants at the snap of his fingers."

All this talk is really making me need a drink now. Red plastic cups and liquor bottles litter the kitchen counter. There's a weird-looking black punch in an orange pumpkin bowl next to them, and I'm definitely not trusting that.

Grabbing a sealed beer for Alice and me from the cooler on the floor, I pop off the caps and hand her one, hoping she'll shut up because she'll be too busy drinking.

"I mean, you're always a bitch when you're around him, so I don't blame him," she continues casually as she takes a sip of her beer. "Not sure what started this feud between you guys."

Well, I guess that didn't work.

My mouth drops open. "'Cause he's a dick to me first! And we just don't like each other, that's it," I say, exasperated.

"I don't know. He seems pretty friendly to most people."

"Yeah, 'cause most people"—I air quote—"are girls with pussies he wants to stick his dick into." I roll my eyes as I sip my beer. "Anyway, whose side are you on? Don't be like all the other girls chasing after him like a lost puppy. You'll just get hurt. My stepbrother"—I emphasize that last word sarcastically—"fucks them and leaves them. He's not the sweet type that gets tied down."

Alice and I have always been blunt and not afraid to speak our minds to each other. Which I usually appreciate, but now not so much.

"I'm just teasing. I love how worked up you get when he's brought up." Alice cackles like the witch she is. "Obviously, I'm always on your side even if you're a bitch sometimes," she taunts, nudging my hip with hers. "And believe me, I would never fall for him. I know boys like him, and they're dangerous. But if you didn't hate him so much, I wouldn't mind taking a ride. He looks like he has a big coc—"

People around us stare at me in a mix of disgust and humor as I spit my drink out. "Do not fucking finish that sentence. I do not want the thought of that prick's … prick"—we both burst out laughing at that as the mood lightens—"in my mind."

I shiver in disgust at the thought. "Can we please stop talking about my stepbrother?" I groan. "The last thing I want is the image of him in my head before I go upstairs and have, hopefully, the best sex of my life." I fake a gagging motion.

Finally, that's enough to quiet Alice.

It's not that Edward Cullen is gross. Far from it, actually—like Alice said—and he knows it. Which gets on my nerves.

He's the star quarterback on the college football team, has a scholarship, is a pre-med honor student, and is the campus heartthrob and panty-stealer extraordinaire.

But aside from that, I wouldn't touch him if he were the last man on earth. His arrogant, all-mighty attitude ruins his good looks for me.

Other than that, I'm not sure why he gets under my skin so much. He always challenges and teases me, and since I don't fall at his feet obediently like every other girl does, he pushes me even more until I turn red with frustration. And, boy, does he love that.

There was tension between us ever since I was forced to move in with him four years ago when his father married my mother. There was no specific thing that set it off. We just hated each other and were always trying to piss off the other since I can remember.

I'm sure he has some dark hidden secrets and is not as perfect as he pretends to be … and I will find out those secrets one day.

The ding from my phone catches my attention as my heartbeat races, ending all thoughts of my annoying-as-fuck stepbrother, thankfully. A smile replaces the frustration on my face.

I'm excited yet nervous at the same time. It's one thing to have a fantasy, but bringing it to life is a whole other thing.

Meet me upstairs in the second room to the right of the bathroom in 5 —Satanxxx

I laugh out loud when I see the nickname he's used since I started chatting with him pop up on my cell. It's his online screenname and the only name I've known him by.

I guess I'll finally find out how accurate that nickname is or if he's all talk. I pray to the Halloween gods he's not.

My shaky fingers type out a quick, Okay —Angel333

I don't know what else to say; anxiety and adrenaline rush through my veins.

We've had this running joke since we first started talking—my username on the site is Angel333, and his is Satanxxx, which was quite ironic when we matched. He always teases me about how he wants to corrupt and do sinful things to me. It's why I dressed up as an angel. I thought it would be somewhat fitting—even though I'll act far from one tonight.

The site's messaging app alerts me that he's responded.

Being shy all of a sudden, Angel? Are you changing your mind? It's okay if you do —Satanxxx

For how salacious he usually is, it's comforting to know he's reminding me I can back out. But I'm not changing my mind.

I've never typed quicker in my life.

No! I want this —Angel333

I'll be seeing you soon. Hope you're ready for me —Angel333

Okay, good, 'cause once you're mine, I'm not letting you go —Satanxxx

And, I don't think you're ready for me, baby —Satanxxx

Each word he texts lights the fire inside me even more.

I know it's all part of the fantasy, that he'll let me go if I use my safeword, and I'm only his for tonight, but I can't ignore the ache between my thighs at the promise.

Idk, let's see if you're more than just talk ;) —Angel333

The brattiness in me loves teasing him.

Oh, you're tempting the devil tonight, naughty little angel. You're just begging to be punished, aren't you? —Satanxxx

I respond with an angel face emoji.

You won't be an innocent little angel when your face is streaked with your mascara, and you're begging and coming all over my cock. I'm going to make you come so many times, you'll be praying for me to stop -—Satanxxx

Get ready to be corrupted, Angel. God can't save you now —Satanxxx

Fuck. His texts are filthy and make my clit throb. This text foreplay between us is riling me up further. Hopefully, his mouth is just as dirty. I'm not the best sexter, but it doesn't matter since I'll be riding him within the next hour.

Can't fucking wait —Angel333

He and I have been talking for the past couple of months. I joined the website because it was humiliating to meet men and confess my fantasies to them just to have them judge me and then ghost me. On the rare occasions they did try to fulfill my needs, they had no idea what they were doing and were horrible at it.

I was tired of vanilla sex and wanted to explore my deeper fantasies and kinks, but I didn't know where to start. I've heard some people on campus talk about this site, and after doing my research, it seemed like a safe bet. It was nice joining a community that had experience and the same sexual appetite I had without having to go on all the awkward first dates.

I spoke to a few guys, but none of them made me feel the way he did. From the first day, we hit it off, and although we kept certain things private about ourselves, we got to know other things about each other and related and bonded over a lot. He was a perfect combination of someone who's easy to talk to, charming, funny, yet dominating, in control, and deviant without being arrogant.

Even though I didn't know who he was and we only chatted through a screen, it felt like I could strangely trust him. This will be my first meet-up with someone from there, and I hope it works out. I've tried to convince myself that it didn't bother me that it was only for one night, but I couldn't ignore the nagging in the back of my mind.

I try to shut down all the paranoia or things that can go wrong and focus on what I'm here for. One night to let my inhibitions go and let loose. With all the stress of school, work, and family problems—including my stepbrother, who is the biggest pain in my ass ... a hot one at that, but that's a different story—I just need to numb it all.

And what better way than to fuck a hot stranger in a Halloween costume?

I've always enjoyed Halloween, spooky and darker things, and men in costumes and masks always turned me on. I stopped questioning my sanity years ago, so no other night better to live them out.

"Who's making you smile like that?" Alice snaps me out of my lustful thoughts as I stash my phone away in my purse.

"Who do you think?" I smirk.

"Your mysterious deviant online boy, who's going to make all your depraved fantasies come to life?" she says dramatically.

"Here's hoping." I pour a shot of vodka for both of us and raise mine to her in cheers before shooting it back. "I'm going to meet him now."

"Okay, bitch, have fun! You better text me when you're done. If you're not down here in two hours on the dot, I'm barging in there. I don't care if you're riding his dick, but I will not let you be fucking murdered in case he's a psycho." She winces as the alcohol burns her throat, as I cringe at her words. "That should be more than enough time to get your freaky shit on."

"Alice, I'll be fine. I'm right upstairs. If anything happens, I promise I will cause a scene so this entire house will know. Now, can you stop being a mother and have a good time? I'm not used to you acting like this."

"Yeah, me neither, but you've never done anything this crazy before, and I don't want my best friend to die."

"That's sweet, but I'm not gonna die!" I chuckle.

"Okay fine. Go live out your twisted fantasies, and I better hear all the deets later. I'm gonna see if Jas is here. I wouldn't mind my own Halloween ride." Alice winks.

Jasper is her on-again, off-again fuckbuddy she denies having feelings for, but I know she's smitten with him—not as much as he is for her, though. They're just too stubborn and scared to confess their feelings.

I take one more shot, warming up my body, giving me courage, as I try to settle the nerves fluttering around in my stomach. "Have fun!" I kiss Alice on the cheek before heading toward the wooden steps that lead upstairs.

It's quieter up here, the bass from below a muffled, steady thump beneath my feet. The hallway is empty, and almost all the other rooms seem occupied by their closed doors. Before I know it, I'm standing in front of the door he's told me he's in. I stay outside for a moment and take a deep, long breath, trying to keep calm.

I know once I've opened this door, I've entered the devil's lair, and there's no turning back.

Just fucking do it. You're not backing out. This is what you've wanted for so long. Just one night. I try to convince myself with a pep-talk.

We had already previously discussed having a safeword, what kinks we were into, and what our limits were.

Steadying my trembling hand, I knock softly on the door to let him know I'm here. When it doesn't open after a minute and a few more knocks, doubt fills my mind. I know I have the right room.

Did he bail or stand me up? Why would he text me, pretending to be in here then? Is he tricking me? The thought makes my stomach drop in disappointment.

I slowly turn the knob, open the door, and step inside, needing to find out. It's dark, just the glimmer from the moonlight creeping in through the windows. I can hear the thumping of my heart in my chest as I try to focus my eyes and search for his figure in the darkness, but all I can make out is an empty room shadowed with furniture.

A startled yelp escapes my throat as a hard, large body pushes into mine, backing me up and trapping me against the wall as the door slams shut, and I hear the click of the lock. A hand slams on my mouth over my mask, sealing in my shouts. I'm caged in by two powerful arms and feel the toned muscles of a firm chest against mine. I'm engulfed by the body heat and delicious smell of earth, leather, and smoke. The darkness, push and pull of my body, and tantalizing scent makes my head light and dizzy.

I feel a soft leather-gloved hand brushing along my hair. "Shhh, it's me. Don't be scared," a hushed, deep, sensual voice assures.

It sounds slightly familiar and calms me down, which makes little sense because even though I have no doubt who it is, I technically don't know this man or what his voice sounds like. Maybe the comfort of knowing it's the man I've been speaking to for months and that he stayed true to his word gives me a sense of safety and familiarity.

Dim light slowly fills the room as he reaches for the light switch next to my head. He sets it to a low setting, keeping the room dark and sensual, and allowing for continued mystery, but it's now light enough that I can make out my surroundings … and him.

And damn, even though I can't make out too much of him, it should be a sin to look that good in a costume.

I can't fight back the laugh that escapes me as I observe his outfit. I guess we both thought alike tonight, wearing outfits to match our nicknames.

A blood-red, sinister devil mask covers his face. He's wearing a deep red blazer with a black dress shirt beneath and fitted black dress pants. He looks like sin and temptation rolled into one.

He's so tall, hovering over me and consuming the space between us with one hand resting against the wall above my head. I can feel his hardness pressing into my stomach as his body molds into mine.

Shit, he feels huge—just as well endowed as the devil himself. The name becomes more fitting by the second. Well, at least if nothing else, I don't have to be disappointed with him having a small dick. Let's just hope he knows how to use it.

"Satan," I whisper, my voice feeling loud in the quiet room.

As I look up at him, I can see a hint of his eyes through his mask. They're seductive and taunting, a beautiful deep green that hypnotizes me.

He pulls back slightly, looking me up and down, appraising me. I can feel him devouring me with his eyes.

"Is the pure angel ready to be corrupted by the devil?" he asks for permission one more time.

His rich, smooth voice makes me clench my thighs. Damn, it's fucking sexy.

I mean, if anyone else said it, I'd probably laugh out loud at the cheesiness. But his deep, seductive tenor and the dominance his presence exudes makes arousal pool between my legs.

Plus, I love when he calls me Angel.

I'm so turned on and filled with adrenaline that I can't do anything but nod my head in response.

"Be careful what you ask for." It sounds like a threat, but I can't ignore the excitement and desire that runs through me. "I'm going to make you scream."

I don't know if it's because of our banter from the last few months, or the anticipation of all the dirty promises of tonight, but the energy between us burns through my veins, and my skin feels inflamed. And he's only said a few words and barely touched me.

I want nothing more than to kiss him, but it's weird since we can't with the masks blocking our mouths.

My thoughts are cut short as he lightly brushes his fingers up my bare thigh until he's tracing the edge of my panties. I shiver from his touch as goosebumps cover my skin.

The forbidden mystery of being touched by an unknown man in a mask I don't know anything about makes it all more alluring.

He pulls my thong to the side and slides two fingers along my soaked lips, trailing them up and down before swirling them around my clit.

"You're so fucking wet, drenching my hand," he says in a low voice filled with lust. "You're desperate for this, aren't you?" he taunts.

I whimper from his words and his fingers rubbing my bundle of nerves in the perfect rhythm. I nod my head desperately.

He twirls a finger around my entrance then slips it inside to his knuckle, curling it while rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slipping a second finger in, he starts fucking me with them deeper and harder. His fingers are fucking long and hit the perfect spot.

I grip the collar of his blazer to hold myself up as my legs begin to tremble. "Fuckkk."

He brings me to the edge, and right before I feel the pressure building inside me, he rips his fingers out of me.

I whine in displeasure but am silenced by his next actions.

A deep rumble vibrates through his chest as he licks my juices off his fingers until they're clean. "Fucking delicious."

I stand there frozen in shock by the act and by the fact he just denied me an orgasm.

Screw this asshole for edging me, even though it was on our list of kinks.

"You need to earn your orgasms first." His voice is thick with dominance and lust. "Get on the bed." His words leave no room for argument.

Pulling away, he walks over to the chair in front of the bed and slides off his blazer, placing it over the arm of it.

Even though I pout like a brat, I obey and sit on the edge of the mattress, my hands placed in my lap.

He's all in black now, save for the red mask—giving a dooming feeling. I take in his hard muscles and how well he fills out his dress shirt and pants. His strong biceps and thick thighs strain against the material. He must work out, considering he's in such great shape.

The first couple of buttons on his shirt are undone, exposing a chain around his neck. His forearms peek out from his rolled-up sleeves, soft hair covering them, leading down to large, veiny hands. I can see a hint of dark ink, but it's not light enough in the room to make out the design.

I will let this man ruin my life. Not actually, but he's too fucking fine.

Once I'm done fucking him with my eyes, he walks toward me in slow strides then crouches down in front of me. He pulls my boots down my legs, caressing the skin as each inch is exposed.

"You're fucking stunning," he praises.

"So are you." Thank god, my mask is covering the blush spreading along my cheeks.

"Do you remember your safeword?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now flip over," he commands.

I do as he says and turn around, so I can lie flat on my stomach. For a long moment, I feel nothing. Hear nothing but silence. I'm about to turn my head around before I gasp at the shock of his cold hands on the back of my thighs. They caress along them, almost in worship, before reaching the bottom of my dress. He slips the material over my ass, exposing it to him.

He groans deep in his chest as his hands cup and squeezes each cheek. "Fuck, you have a gorgeous ass." He growls.

I whimper against my mask, pressing my face against the sheets. I push my ass farther into the air and his touch. His fingers slip beneath the thin material of my thong, grazing my crease. He pulls the string away from my skin before releasing it back with a snap. He does that a few times, his knuckles caressing my sensitive pussy below, which is pooling with my desire. He practically purrs when he feels how wet I am. Then, gripping the waistband of my thong, he rips it off in one feral tug.

I jump when he spreads my thighs a bit wider, and I feel his fingers brush against my slit, rubbing the wetness up and down. I moan louder this time, and when I turn my head to see him, he says in a rough voice, "Don't look. I just want you to feel."

He pulls away from me, and I curse him aloud for teasing me again.

Motherfucker.

At this rate, I'm going to combust before I even see his dick.

I hear him pick something up, and a slapping sound rings out in the near-silent room—the only other sound being my heavy breathing. The constant slap, slap, slap is almost as if he's smacking something against his hand.

I can't help but flinch in response, but I do it more out of excitement than fear. My body tightens in anticipation, and when I move to look behind me again, his voice rings out. "Don't make me tell you again. If you try to look one more time, I won't make this pleasurable. You'll be punished."

I listen, laying my head against the mattress. My hips jerk and a cry tears through my throat when I feel a sharp sting to my ass. What feels like a bundle of thin strands of leather hit against my ass cheek. He does it a few more times, harder each time, switching between sides when it becomes too much.

I whimper, biting the inside of my cheek as the quick sting of pain transforms into full-bodied pleasure. I feel my skin heat and redden with each hit. He knows what he's doing, and it's obvious he's done this before. All the signs are there in his technique: making sure to switch sides, knowing when to go softer and when to hit harder, never hitting the same spot more than a few times in succession. I weep and whine out with each spank of the leather against my flesh, and when he knows I've had enough without me telling him, he stops.

His hands gently glide and caress along my ass, soothing the sting. I keen in satisfaction as his soft lips leave wet kisses along my sore flesh, cooling it down.

"Are you okay?" he asks, checking in with me.

"Yes, thank you. That was amazing," I tell him, still out of breath. Meanwhile, he doesn't even sound the least bit exerted.

Although everything he's done to me so far has been euphoric, the throbbing in my clit and the ache in my core from being denied an orgasm is borderline painful at this point. He's driving me wild, manipulating my body to his will, making me so desperate for release that I'll do anything he wants.

Like a master of puppets.

The bed sinks as he sits next to me. Before I'm fully coherent again, he moves to lie back on the bed, pulling me onto his lap in one swift movement. He grabs something from the bedside table, next to the plastic pumpkin that sits on it, and places it in my hands.

"I want you to ride my face," he orders. "Tie me up. Take control."

My mouth opens in shock as I stare down at the thick rope between my fingers. I was under the impression he was the dominant one in our conversations. I didn't expect him to give up some control to me, but I won't refuse.

While I'm usually more submissive, I do enjoy the thought of having command over a man in bed. Especially a man that exudes power like this one does, yet who's willing to give it up to me. My damp thighs clench in excitement.

Tonight's all about new experiences, right?

He slides the devil mask up enough to reveal his full, pink lips and rests it on his nose. The thought of how good, soft, and wet they'll feel against me makes me drip more. All I can see is his strong, sharp jawline that could cut glass and light brown stubble lining it. I'm eager to feel that against my skin, too.

I can't make out much else of his features. Like when I first heard his voice, there's a slight hint of recognition as more of his features are revealed, but it's not enough to make me think this is someone I know well. Maybe he's someone I've seen around campus before, which I wouldn't be too surprised about. While our town and college aren't the smallest, it's not impossible to run into people you know.

As long as it's not someone I run in close circles with, I'm fine. If it were someone in my personal life, I'd be able to tell. But, if it's up to me, I hope his identity stays a mystery—no matter how amazing tonight might be. It'll ruin the illusion.

I straddle his stomach and grab the rope, tying his hands above his head and through the iron slats on the headboard—thank god for that. I ensure his bonds are secure, and he won't get out of them.

He lies there patiently, almost submissively, anticipating my next move. I take my time, drawing it out, knowing it's making him anxious by the tick of his jaw and slight shake of his leg. He can't move much with me holding him down, and since he's lying on his back with his mask on, his vision is constricted as well.

I crawl toward his head and lift my leg to straddle his face, turning so that I'm facing the lower half of his body. He's still fully clothed in his shirt and pants, which makes this even hotter. I'm still wearing my dress and the halo on top of my head.

Lowering myself, he sticks his tongue out, desperate to taste me. He licks up the length of my pussy and the wetness pooling there. He really starts going at it, groaning into my pussy as he sucks and licks every inch of me, not getting enough. The vibration and his skilled tongue makes my body tremble above him.

As much as it is a punishment for myself as it is for him, I do it anyway and raise my hips away from his lips. He groans in displeasure from my distance, reaching his head out for more, but he's pulled back by his restraints.

"Fucking tease," he growls.

Now he knows how it feels.

Now it's the angel seducing the devil.

"You want more? Work for it," I demand sternly. I've never been dominant in bed but have always had a curiosity. I didn't expect it to come so naturally and feel so empowering.

There's something about him being the perfect balance between having an assertive dominating presence, but also being willing to submit and put my needs first, which gives me the courage to test the waters with him. I haven't experienced enough to know what I prefer, so now's my chance. It's the whole purpose of tonight, and he's giving me more than I could've hoped for.

Even though I don't know him, I don't know anyone else I would feel more comfortable doing this with. Maybe that's why—because I don't know him and won't have to face him again.

I love watching him struggle, stretching his neck and tongue out as far as he can, trying to reach my pussy. Trying to pull his arms from his restraints to grab me, desperate for a taste of me. He's just barely able to reach my clit, really working for it. He has to feel a bit of pain from the effort.

Looking down at him, I see the veins in his neck straining and throbbing. And then he fucking lets out a helpless little whimper, not being able to lick me the way he wants. Electricity and the most intense desire shocks my entire body.

"Please," he begs, and I can't control myself any longer.

I give in and sit back fully on his face. He moans in approval, devouring and sucking my entire pussy in his mouth. His tongue slides inside my entrance, licking and swirling. Then, he moves up to my clit, flicking and nibbling. He traces his tongue in a circuit between the two, driving me insane.

I gyrate my hips against his jaw. The sight of his face covered in a mask buried in my pussy makes me even more drenched as he licks up my arousal.

His huge bulge is trying to rip through his slacks. Feeling bad and wanting to give him some pleasure, I unbutton them, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs beneath his ass as he lifts his hips for me.

I can't help the gasp that escapes my lips when his thick cock springs free. I can feel his cocky grin as he hums against me at my reaction to his dick. It's a really fucking impressive one. Manscaped, thick and long, with a perfect curve I know will hit all the right places. Smooth skin but so fucking hard with some pre-cum on the tip. Swollen and pulsing with his desire. And he smells really good.

I'm not sure if I should be grateful he's packing or intimidated and nervous to have that thing inside me.

I bend forward, tracing my tongue along his tip in small circles, before sliding my tongue and lips down the sides of his cock, getting him wet for me. I slide him into my mouth, but it takes a few tries to get him deeper. Each time I slide down farther, the wetter my mouth gets, and I'm able to engulf more of his thickness.

He moans into my pussy. The vibrations combined with his taunting tongue flicking against my clit causes me to whimper against him. He thrusts his cock farther down my throat as I try not to choke around him.

I get a steady rhythm going as I suck and lick, bobbing my head as he lifts his hips to thrust into me shallowly. I gag from the intrusion and pull out for breath every once in a while, but overall I do a pretty good job considering he's the biggest I've ever had. I stroke what I can't fit in my mouth, and then I wrap my hand around his balls, massaging them while he's buried in the back of my throat. That drives him wild, causing him to pump his hips harder as he moans against me, doubling his efforts on me.

It almost becomes a challenge: who can make the other one come faster and harder. He's really amping up his game, and I have to pull away from his length to catch my breath but also to whimper from how he's making me feel. I've never felt this good before.

I moan around his cock as he fucks me with his tongue, stroking in and out of me, following a similar rhythm as I pull him in and out of my mouth. He sucks harder, licks faster, nibbling and pulling on my lips with his teeth. I suck him deeper, faster, messier, and more desperately.

That's all it takes to make him lose control and push us both over the edge. We grind against each other's faces, chasing our releases. Our screams, cries, and moans echo in the room as our orgasms consume every part of our beings. I'm grateful the music is so loud, or I'm sure people would be able to hear us from how loud we are.

I lie on top of him, spent and weak, trying to tame my vibrating, trembling muscles and catch my breath as the room spins.

He needs less time than I do to recover because not long after, he growls, pulling on his restraints. "Untie me."

Rather than looking worn out, he seems wild and ravenous now.

I shakily sit up, adjust my halo, turn around, and lean over him to untie the ropes. The second both knots are untied, he's flipping me over as I shriek. I'm placed in the position he was just in, and he roughly pulls my arms above my head, tying me to the headboard in quick, experienced movements.

"My turn to play with you now," he says, pulling the mask back down over his mouth.

If what he just did wasn't playing with me, I wonder what is.

He aggressively pulls my strapless dress down my body until it's off. This leaves me in nothing but my white angelic mask and fluffy white halo that's askew but still on, surprisingly. I probably look more like a fallen angel right now.

One who's been made a mess of and corrupted by the devil literally looming over me with what I'm sure is a devilish grin beneath—if I were able to see his face. But I can make out the sinful glimmer in his wickedly beautiful eyes that I know will haunt my dreams—in the best ways.

He pulls his slacks down the rest of the way, throwing them half-hazardly across the room. Wasting no time, he hurriedly unbuttons the rest of his shirt and chucks it as well, eager and desperate.

He's completely bare save for the malevolent devil mask still tight on his face. The mask has a taunting, crooked smile on it as if the man behind it is the one smiling. It drips with warning, cockiness, and corruption. Almost as if it knows the depraved things he's doing to my body.

It feels so forbidden, so naughty … so delirious to have this incredible night of unadulterated pleasure with this complete stranger. This mask and his sinful body—the only memories I'll have of him. Well that, and the euphoria he's making me feel, pushing me to levels of pleasure I didn't know existed.

His body is a masterpiece. Carved and sculpted with thick and toned muscles, a six-pack, the V of his hips leading to his mouth-watering huge cock jutting from between his muscular thighs. His smooth ivory skin is scattered with black ink in certain spots, but I don't have time to linger on them for too long.

Leaning over toward the bedside table, he grabs a condom wrapper. I guess he had put it there before I came in. He rips the foil with his teeth and pulls out the condom. I watch entranced as he slides it on his engorged length. Never thought I would find it so attractive to watch a guy wrap it up, but I mean, with a cock like his, it's not surprising.

He grabs both of my thighs, hiking them up around his waist as he kneels on the bed. Leaning over me, he braces himself on the headboard with one hand. His other hand grips his cock, guiding it to my pussy. Coating his erection with my arousal, he runs it up and down my core. He feels massive against me and he's not even inside me yet.

I assume he feels me clench when he says softly in my ear, "Are you ready?"

I nod my head, and his eyes bore into mine, deeply and consuming, never losing contact as he slides his thickness into me slowly. He keeps pushing, stretching, and filling me to the hilt until he's buried completely inside me.

I squeeze around him and cry out at how fucking incredible he feels, and he groans deeply in response.

He pistons his hips, pulling in and out slowly at first. I feel every inch of his hard, thick flesh inside me, the veins running along his length throbbing with his motion. He fucks me deeply with long, rhythmic strokes.

"Oh God," I whimper as his pace speeds up and he slams against me, hitting me harder.

"You can keep on praying to God, Angel. But only the Devil is here to give you the taste of the forbidden."

He leans back on his knees while still inside me. Sliding his hands down my stomach, he presses down at the top of my pelvis, pushing the spot his cock is hitting against. It's so fucking hot, and I can feel the pressure. I scream out and throw my head back, squeezing his hips tighter with my legs.

I stare up at his mask, and for a moment, I'm so tempted to rip off his mask and reveal who this man is. This man that has ruined me for all others and given me the best sex beyond my imagination. One I'll never know and see again. But that would be breaking all the rules and disrespecting his boundaries, so it's not right, and I won't do it.

He snaps me out of my thoughts with a hard pump of his hips, driving into me at a punishing pace. He's hitting the perfect spot. "You're so close, aren't you? So close to soaking my cock in your juices?" he says breathlessly.

"Yes!" I nod my head wildly, grinding my hips up against him. Curses and screams tear from my throat. My head becomes light, my breathing choppy, and light flashes behind my closed eyes as I feel myself ready to explode.

His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing tightly, the other one reaching down to rub my clit. "Come with me, Angel."

That's all it takes to consume my senses. My inner muscles grip around him as I come, arousal coating his length.

He pulls his mask back up over his lips. "I need to kiss you," he says, grabbing the bottom of my mask and lifting it, only to expose my lips. I'm so lost in pleasure that I wouldn't even fight him if he pulled the entire mask off.

His lips desperately mold to mine, worshiping my mouth with his. I've never been kissed so hungrily, so ravenously. Like he doesn't want it but needs it. He nips at my bottom lip with his teeth, seeking entrance, before slipping his tongue inside. He explores every inch of my mouth, savoring it.

Not long after me, he finishes inside me and fills me with his come, releasing a feral groan. The kiss feels like it lasts forever, but I still whine and chase his lips as he pulls away. Giving me one last soft kiss with a chuckle, he slides my mask back down.

"Thank you, Angel, for tonight. It was everything I hoped for." His voice is oddly gentle.

He pulls off of me, untying my wrists and rubbing them. He then lies on his back beside me.

I don't know why, but I feel a tear escape my eye. I'm glad the mask conceals it.

This was what I wanted. One night. No identities. So why do I feel an ache in my chest?

Because I'm worried I'll never have a taste of this bliss again.

What if he doesn't want this just to be a one-time thing either?

I'm already wearing a mask, so thankfully, I don't have to put on my own one to seem okay.

"Thank you, Satan," I tease, doing a good job of hiding my feelings. "That was fucking amazing."

This was a one-time thing. I knew that. So why is my connection with him stronger than I thought it would be? I'm usually good at detaching sex and emotions, but there's something different about this guy. And I don't even know what his face looks like.

I nod my head toward the bathroom attached to the bedroom. "I'm going to clean up," I tell him.

I need a moment to think rationally and clear my mind. I don't want to act impulsively. I need a minute to decide if I want to ask him if he wants to do this again.

He nods his head, and I move off the bed toward the bathroom.

What's the worst he can say—no? It's not like we signed an agreement saying we couldn't do this more than once. Sure, we decided that's all it would be, but we could change our minds. We met on the site, but whatever we chose to do after that is up to us.

I know how rare and hard it is to find someone that can meet your sexual appetite. It took me a while to find someone to act it out with, and I don't want to go searching for it again. Even if we make this a strict hook-up and don't reveal our identities, I'm still fine with that.

Once I'm inside the bathroom, I close the door behind me. Turning on the light, I stare at myself in the mirror.

I look like a mess. My skin silken with sweat and reddened. My hair a disaster. The halo still on my head, but all damaged and bent out of shape. I laugh at my reflection, feeling like a newer version of myself. I'd always wanted the courage and confidence to act on this fantasy, and I finally did it.

It went better than I could've imagined.

The glow of euphoria surrounding me and ethereal smile on my face makes up my mind.

After my pep talk with myself, I finally gain the courage to ask him. I head back into the bedroom, and my smile falls off my face as I find the room empty.

He left.

I guess that answers my question. He didn't wait. He stuck to our agreement and didn't want a repeat of this.

It takes everything in me to not let it bother me and for me to brush it off. I try to shove down the ache in my chest. It hurts, but this is what I signed up for. No smart person would get attached this quickly in a situation like this. It gave me the experience and confidence I needed, and I'm sure I can find others to satisfy me in the same way. I'm in college after all, and this is the time for experiences and memories.

I don't know if I'm actually convincing myself, but I put my dress and boots back on, making sure I look somewhat presentable. Trying not to look too freshly fucked, I force a smile on my face and head back down to the party, where the music is still thumping and laughs and drunken shouts get louder as I walk down the stairs.

I text Alice, letting her know I'm okay, and ask where she is, but she doesn't respond right away. She's probably busy with Jasper still. They're known for being able to go for hours.

I start looking around the house first, just in case she's around, but as I enter the kitchen, I internally groan. Or at least I think I do, but it must be out loud based on the amount of people who turn to stare at me. Including my oh-so-dear stepbrother, the reason for my distaste.

I do not need to deal with his shit right now, not after the way I'm feeling.

His emerald green demon eyes—which always seem to be up to no good—burn through me as he turns his attention to me, an evil smirk on his face. He stops mid-conversation with a shot in his hand as he's talking to a girl, who's hanging onto his arm and swooning over him.

Gross.

"Hello, little sister," he croons, shaking the poor girl off his arm, and giving me his full attention.

For the first time, his voice sends a throb between my legs before I recoil and practically gag at the thought. What the fuck is wrong with me, and where did that come from?

Damn, that man from upstairs must've really fucked with my head if he's making me find my stepbrother hot in any way.

"I'm not your fucking sister," I growl. The words die in my throat as I see something very familiar dangling in his other hand.

No.

No, no, no.

I know I just sinned, but God, if you're out there, please don't let this be real. Is this my punishment for playing with the devil?

Well, I definitely just got tempted by the forbidden fruit, and I so stupidly fell for it.

The same red mask I was looking up to as the man behind it fucked the life out of me and gave me the best orgasm of my life. The man that I can't get out of my head.

I trace my eyes up and down his body. He's not wearing his devil costume, he's wearing dark navy ripped jeans and a black shirt with some obscenity on it, a leather jacket over it.

He's not dressed for Halloween—which never seemed like his thing anyway. Always doing his own thing, never following traditions or a crowd.

This has to be some fucked-up joke. Maybe he's in on it. Maybe he pranked someone to text me and fuck me… but how? And why?

His glimmering eyes and devious smirk tell me everything I need to know.

Those are the exact same eyes I got lost in as I came all around him less than an hour ago.

Fuck.

Fuckity-fuck.

This has to be the worst fucking karma.

Did he know the whole time who I was … and how? Did he know I was the one he was texting before tonight?

He walks toward me, leaving the blonde girl staring behind him, and whispers in my ear so no one can hear. His hand brushes against me, his eyes boring into mine with desire.

"You're right 'cause that would be kinda gross considering the way I just made you scream." He confirms my suspicions. The questions bounce around in my mind, and I burn with anger.

It takes everything in me to hold back from slapping that stupid, cocky-ass grin off his stupidly handsome face. But he'd probably like it too much.

"Satan?" I can't help but whisper aloud in disbelief.

"At your service." A smirk straight out of hell forms on his face.

I should be filled with dread, but it's not like he tricked me. I consented to sex with this "stranger," knowing he ran in the same circles as me and could be someone I knew. I just didn't expect it to hit so close to home. Literally.

How the fuck did I not know it was him? I mean, I try to do everything in my power to spend as little time with him as possible. Besides, his voice seemed deeper upstairs.

No matter what, the voice buried in the back of my mind doesn't regret what I just did. Because as much as I hate him and he is my stepbrother, I can't deny how fucking hot he is and the desire I fight back. Regardless of what a dick he is and how much we get under each other's skin. And I can't deny that tonight was the best I've ever had.

"It was a pleasure," he emphasizes the last word. "Maybe, we can have a repeat performance." He winks.

Any softness of the man upstairs is gone, and it's been replaced with his usual arrogant, cocky self.

"See you next weekend at our parents' for dinner, Angel." He flicks my hip and walks away, leaving me with my mouth wide open.

My stepbrother was just the best fuck of my life, and the stranger I was never supposed to know and see again.

Now, I'll never be able to get that prick's prick out of my mind. And what a mighty fine prick it is.