Chapter Six: A Stranger's Touch - Gabriella

Large firm hands grip my upper arms, and my knees almost give way from the indescribable burning feeling that explodes through my body. It’s not like putting your hand on a hot stove, it’s not painful – far from it. It’s the most erotic feeling I’ve ever felt in my life, like the ultimate orgasm after hours of edging.

I look back, my head slowly tilting up to find the face that belongs to these hands, and my heart begins to pound erratically when I look up to see those same piercing silver eyes staring down at me with unfathomable reverence. Sweet fucking Jesus, he’s massive! He has to be 7’9” and built like a Sherman Tank. My breathing hitches, and part of me wonders how he got to me so fast, but the other part doesn’t care. My whole body is singing from his touch and yet, is put at ease by it at the same time.

His hand ever so softly glides up my arm like he’s touching the finest China, eliciting a shiver from me as my eyes roll back. His fingers slowly trail across my shoulder and up my neck and I feel the pad of this thumb brush against my lips. On instinct, I pucker my lips against his thumb and tease my tongue against his flesh ever so slightly. When I finally will my eyes open, I gasp at the intensity of the eyes looking down at me. They’re shining even brighter than before! How is that possible? He takes my gasp as an invitation and slips his large thumb into my mouth, his eyes speaking a command that my own soul seems to hear loud and clear.

I suck on his thumb, twirling my tongue around it to give him an idea of what else my tongue can twirl around, and slowly he starts backing us into a corner, his eyes never looking away from me for even a second. I don’t even think he’s blinking. He frees his thumb from my mouth and slowly lets his fingers graze down my chest as he slides his hand into my dress, cupping my breast possessively. I suck in a deep breath only to let out a mewl of pleasure when I feel his wet thumb brush back and forth over my nipple. I feel my nipples harden and my breathing becomes laboured as his touch sets my body aflame.

I force my eyes open to look at him; searching his masked face for answers to questions I can’t even create yet. Our surroundings fade into the background as I grip his thick, muscular thighs and press my body back against him, feeling his very large and very hard dick pressing against my back. My head swims trying to picture what he’s working with as I work my body against him and register the rapid rising and falling of his chest.

As his thumb continues to tease my nipple; his hand sliding from one breast to the other to give my breasts equal attention, I feel his other hand glide up my oiled-up thigh. I take a deep breath, my body coiled in anticipation as I watch his hand travel slowly up my inner thigh and cup my pussy firmly and possessively. I whimper as his mere touch sets my insides on fire while my body completely surrenders to his display of dominance. Such a simple gesture, but one that screams that my pussy is now his and his alone, and the shocking thing about that is that I don’t mind in the slightest.

His fingers slowly rub me through my panties, my juices soaking through the fabric. His touch is strong and powerful mixed with the perfect amount of tenderness to make my clit swell and throb for him and my pussy clench; pulsating like it’s begging to be filled. I bite into my lip hard biting back a moan as he pinches my folds around my clit and begins to rub with perfect precision. I throw my head back against his chest as my knees buckle, but his arm around my chest holds me in place, keeping me upright against him.

One hand is teasing and tweaking my nipple while the other is teasing and pinching not just my clit but my entire pussy too. My hips buck of their own volition, crying out for his touch while my body writhes against him, tingling in delight when I feel his hard cock twitching against my back. He wants to be inside me as badly as I want to feel him inside me. He doesn’t even try to make me touch him, and the way he has me pinned against him, I can’t even manoeuvre my arm back enough between us to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.

As he alternates massaging my breasts I feel him lower his head and brush his lips against the shell of my ear, his beard tickling my heated flesh as he slowly slides his hand into my panties. A breathy moan escapes me the second I feel his fingers skim over my clit finding their way to their destination with ease. I start to moan as I feel his finger slip inside me to test the waters, but quickly his other hand covers my mouth, muffling my moan against his palm. Feeling how stretched out and ready I am for him; he slides in a second finger causing me to dig my nails into his thighs.

His hold on me keeps me standing upright as he begins working his fingers inside me in a come-here motion with ferocious precision while rubbing his palm against my clit. Wild uninhibited moans fly from my mouth only to meet the flesh of his palm over and over again.

I feel his breath tickle my ear. “Your pleasure is only for my ears to hear, and I hear your seductive cries loud and clear,” comes his deep bass voice causing every synapse to fire at once. My entire body lights up like the 4^th of July at the sound of his voice as it speaks to parts of me I never knew existed, and as I try to process them, his pace increases, his fingers working inside me like he’s a trained musician and I’m his favourite instrument. I cling to his forearms, clawing at the fabric of his jacket, breathing heavily against his hand when I suddenly – as if coming from his own hand – feel a powerful electric shock shoot through my pussy. My eyes blow wide, and I scream out in unbridled ecstasy against his hand as the force of the shock rapidly brings on the most intense orgasm of my entire life.

My body quivers and shakes, my legs no longer able to hold me up as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashes over me and all I see is black spots dancing in my vision. I barely register his fingers withdrawing from me as I slump back against him, panting and still quivering like I just stuck my finger in a socket, but in the best way possible. I feel him fix my dress and place the most tender kiss behind my ear, that despite our crude display, suddenly makes me feel cherished.

“We’ll meet again, Starlight,” he whispers, as he slowly releases his hold on me.

I manage to summon enough coherency to turn around and speak, to ask the man whose touch is like fire for his name or something, but all I see is wall. I look around in confusion, the air now suddenly feeling cool against my sweat-coated flesh. I look around wildly, briefly questioning if I’ve been drugged or am just going insane, but the still presenting tingling in my body and throbbing in my pussy is all the proof I need to know I did not imagine that.

“Gabriella, is everything alright?” I hear Derrick’s concerned voice. He comes up and places his hands on my shoulders and suddenly, his touch doesn’t feel comforting like it used to. It feels wrong, dirty almost and so in reflex I pull away from his touch leaving him looking surprised. “What’s wrong?” He asks as Wyatt comes to stand beside him, lifting his mask to show an equally concerned face.

I take one more look around the crowd, but still no sign of my mystery man. I guess he took the Mystery Sinner’s theme to heart.

Staring off in bewilderment, my body still reels from the most unbelievable orgasm as the image of piercing silver eyes flood my mind. “Who was that masked man?”