Beyond The Masque Part II

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Chapter 20

I toss my mask on a random table as I stride quickly towards a door that I assume is the bedroom, happy to be rid of it. I’m so pissed at Spence right now, and I’m also so confused. Spence has never shown me this side of himself before. He follows me into the bedroom, and I start trying to reach behind myself to unzip my dress.

“I can get that for you,” Spence offers quietly, taking a few steps towards me.

“I can do it!” I snap stubbornly, but it’s of no use, I can’t reach it.

Spence sighs and comes up behind me and slowly unzips my dress for me. As soon as it’s loose, I step away from him, holding it up and going into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lock it. I step out of the dress and drape it across a chair in the corner, then kick my shoes off.

“Rox, we have to talk about this,” I hear Spence say through the door.

“Leave me alone,” I mutter through the door.

“Come on, Rox, don’t be like that.”

Excuse me? Am I the problem here? I don’t think so!

I unlock the door and swing it open, ready to give him a piece of my mind. Spence is standing there, his mask gone, and his eyes are apologetic and sad. It makes my heart ache to see this look on his face; I’ve never seen it before. The anger I’m feeling starts to dissipate a little the more I stare at him.

“Can you just tell me what that was all about?” I ask him, trying to soften my tone.

“Maybe a deep-seated fear that I’m going to lose you, jealousy and love, all mixed with a lot of tequila?” he offers, running a hand through his hair, “not exactly a good mix I know.”

I step out of the bathroom and take his hand, leading him towards the foot of the bed. We each take a seat and then turn to face each other.

“Spence, you’re not going to lose me. I love you, and only you,” I tell him, taking his hand in mine, “you have nothing to be jealous of.”

He nods slowly, his eyes cast down. I’ve never seen him so deflated before, so vulnerable.

“So did you find what you were looking for with having me kiss Seth?”

“Did you?” he asks, turning his eyes up to meet mine.

“There was nothing there anymore,” I tell him, and I realize with great clarity that it’s the truth.

“Kissing Seth felt wrong, aside from the fact that it was forced upon me, I didn’t feel that heat that I used to, the tingle.”

“Really?” Spence says, squeezing my hand.

“Really. The only person that I feel the tingle with is you, Spence. You are the only man I want. I hope that now, you can have the utmost confidence in that.”

Spence’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and his lips turn up into a shy smile. I bring a hand to his cheek and stoke it with my thumb. I notice that his left cheek is still pink, where I slapped him.

“Sorry about your face,” I apologize.

“I deserved it… but remind me not to piss you off again,” he chuckles softly.

“I guess tequila gets my temper flared too.”

“Then let’s not drink it anymore,” he suggests.

“Deal,” I agree, then I remember something, “Hey, we didn’t tell Casey we left.”

“Oh, shit,” Spence murmurs, pulling his cell phone from his pocket and hitting a number on speed dial.

“Luke,” he says into the phone, “can you let Casey know that Rox and I left and that there is a room booked under her name for tonight?”

He waits for his answer, and I wonder if Lucas is the best person to be delivering this news.

“Then, just let me talk to her…”

Spence rolls his eyes and smiles at me. Obviously, Lucas doesn’t think so either.

“Casey hi, it’s Spence,” he says and then listens, “yeah, sorry. Anyway, I just want to let you know there’s a room booked for you tonight. Just grab the key at the front desk… Uh-huh… Yes… No, it’s fine… Okay, breakfast tomorrow… Okay,” he chuckles and hands the phone over to me.

I smile and take it from him.

“Hey, Casey.”

“You guys just took off without saying goodnight, can you really not control yourselves?” she teases.

“Apparently not,” I laugh, “but are you okay? I feel bad that we all took off on you like that.”

“I’ll be fine,” she assures me lightly.

“Don’t go running off with Lucas and Anya or anything,” I say, then I realize what I’ve just said.

“Lucas and Anya? Why would I go anywhere with those two?”

“Um…” oops!

Spence shakes his head at me, a wry smile on his lips.

“I don’t know. Just those two together could be bad. They’re too much alike.”

Good save Rox.

“As in, they’re both whores? Yeah, don’t worry, I’m not stupid, Roxie.”

“Okay, good. I wasn’t sure when I saw you dancing with her earlier.”

“Oh, that was just dancing. I still genuinely dislike her. However, I think I’ll go try and find some fun of my own.”

“Alright then, be safe Case. Goodnight, and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Roxie, love ya!” she says, then I hear muffled voices, and I swear I hear her say, ’here’s your phone back, Dick.’

I stifle a laugh as the line goes dead.

“All cleared up?” Spence asks as I hand him his phone, and I nod.

“I think I’m going to have a shower,” I sigh and stand up, and start unfastening my stockings from their clasps.

Spence stays seated on the bed, watching me. I quickly but carefully pull the stockings off then start undoing the clasps on my bustier. It’s a relief when I get the last one unhooked and pulled it off.

“I had been hoping to unwrap you tonight,” Spence says, staying put.

He’s still unsure of my mood. I’m no longer mad, but I am not in a sexy mood right now. I just offer him a weak smile and pull off my underwear, tossing them aside as well.

“You probably don’t want to shower with that still on,” he tells me, pointing to my neck.

I reach up, remembering the beautiful choker that I’m wearing. I reach behind my neck, but can’t find the latch. Spence stands and comes over to me. He moves my hair aside and releases it from my neck and places it gently on the vanity.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

Spence doesn’t respond; he just goes back to the bed and sits down. I pulled the earrings off and set them down next to the necklace. This was not how I pictured this night ending. I had something a lot sexier in mind.

I stand under the hot stream, washing away all the make-up and hairspray. Letting the water pressure massage my muscles, feeling myself relax. What a night- so much drama. First, Casey kissing me. Chris and Lena engaged. My run-in with Anya in the bathroom. Spence and I in that stupid voyeur room, then our subsequent run-in with Lucas and Anya afterward. The topic of kids. Then, our fight - the first real fight between Spence and I. It was bound to happen at some point.

Things can’t always be so perfect, I guess; perfect doesn’t exist. We’ve had a few small arguments in the past, but nothing like this. As I run through it all in my head, I hear the shower door creak open, and I feel Spence behind me. He wraps his arms around me; his chest pressed up against my back. His skin is so warm, and it feels nice against mine. I sigh and lean my head back against his shoulder. He holds me tighter and moves us so that the water flows over both of us. We stay like that for a long time before he speaks.

“Rox, you’re the love of my life, and I promise to never pull a stunt like that again,” he says, voice full of emotion.

I turn around to face him and slide my hands up around his neck.

“I love you too, Spence, and I promise never to give you a reason to doubt that. I hope that we can now move on and put my past behind us. Because that’s what it is, my past. You are my future.”

I reach up and press my lips to his, eager to make it all better. Spence lets out a quiet groan and holds me tight, kissing me back enthusiastically. His lips are urgent on mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue like his life depended on it. He moves me forward so that my back is pressed up against the cold tile. One of Spence’s hands finds it’s way to my chin and holds it tight. His eyes burn into mine, and I’m locked into their hazel depths.

“These lips are mine,” he growls, leaning in and sucking on my bottom lip, then his other hand travels down and cups my sex.

“And this pussy,” he whispers, slipping a finger inside me, “is mine.”

Oh! Dirty Spence is back and at full power. Thank God!

“Yes,” I breathe, all my blood flowing down to where his hand rests.

I push myself against him, welcoming his touch.


An earlier promise I made comes to mind, and gently, I move Spence away from me. He looks at me in question until I slide my back down the wall until I’m crouching down in front of him. I look up at him through my lashes and grab hold of him.

“This beautiful cock,” I whisper. Still looking up at him, I lean in and lick the tip of it, “Is mine.”

Then I take him in my mouth, licking and sucking along his length, he tastes so good.

“Yes,” he groans, bracing himself on the wall. His quiet moaning spurs me on as I take him even deeper into my mouth.

Suddenly Spence bends and pulls me up, and his lips find mine again. He reaches down and grabs one of my thighs and hitches it around his waist before he slams into me. I cry out and wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes into me slowly, in and out.

“Open your eyes,” he demands softly, and I do as I’m told.

I’m met with his intense gaze, and I’m hypnotized by it.

“God, I fucking love you,” he tells me as he pushes into me even harder, and his mouth finds mine again.

I have no idea what time it is when I wake the next morning, and I don’t care. I stretch out leisurely upon the massive king-sized bed, covered in the silky white cotton sheets. Spence is next to me with his arm draped over my belly. I snuggle against him and stare at his beautiful and peaceful face. We had made love almost all night, and it was cathartic and amazing. There’s something to be said about make-up sex. I turn into him so that my back is to his front, and I can feel the telltale morning-wood poking at me, I can’t help it when I wiggle my butt against it.

“What are you doing?” Spence’s sleepy voice says against my neck. I can hear the amusement behind it.

“Oh, nothing, just getting comfortable,” I reply innocently, wiggling my butt again.

“You’re going to have to stop doing that unless you plan on helping me relieve it.”

“Oh, I think that could be arranged,” I giggle.

Spence chuckles softly, and his arm wraps around me tightly, and I feel his hardness rubbing against my opening, teasing me.

“Haven’t you had enough?” he asks, kissing my back.

“Never,” I answer a little breathlessly as I reach behind me and grab his hip, trying to coax him further.

“Me neither,” he agrees, and finally gives me what I want.

Spence orders room-service breakfast. It’s more like brunch since it’s nearly eleven. We invite Casey, Chris, and Lena to join us. Spence heads down to their floor so that they can ride back up with him since they need the key to access this floor. I wait in my plush robe, enjoying a cup of coffee. Soon I hear the door open, coupled with the sounds of laughter. I look up, and Spence comes into view first, followed by Casey, Chris, and Lena. Casey and Lena are both in robes, and Chris is in his black trousers and white shirt from last night. Like us, nobody else brought a change of clothes.

“Morning Roxie,” Casey smiles and comes over to me, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek, then she whispers, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I say back, wondering if Spence had told her something about last night.

Then I stand to greet Chris and Lena. We exchange a quick hug, and they each take a seat at the large table. Spence comes over and sits down on my other side.

“So, how is everyone feeling this morning?” I ask them.

“I feel fantastic,” Chris says smugly.

“Yeah, same,” Lena says, shooting Chris a conspiratorial smile.

They smile at each other and blush.

“Thank you again for that room, and everything else Spence. We couldn’t have asked for a better time last night,” Chris says to Spence.

“My pleasure, Chris. I’m glad you had fun, and congratulations again,” Spence replies, smiling warmly at Chris.

“So, did you find any action after we left last night?” I ask Casey, and her cheeks pink slightly, but she keeps her face straight.

“Just some flirtation, nothing else,” she says lightly.

I find that I don’t quite believe her, but maybe she just doesn’t want to talk about it in front of everyone else. I’ll ask her again later. She glances at me and then turns her eyes away again. Yes, something is up.

“Sorry Casey, I guess I didn’t get around to introducing you to any eligible bachelors last night,” Spence apologizes.

“Oh, that’s alright Spence,” she says, waving her hand dismissively.

“Maybe tonight at dinner,” he continues.

This year, instead of the after-masque brunch that he typically hosts, Spence had decided on a casual post-masque dinner.

“Alright,” she answers him just as we hear a knock on the door.

“Room service.”

We hear the voice from the foyer, and then three trays are rolled into the room towards us. An assortment of pastries, fruits, waffles, bacon, eggs, and various juices are all laid upon the table in front of us.

Chris whistles.

“Wow, this is quite the spread.”

“I could eat a fucking cow right now. I’m so hungry,” Lena gasps, eyeing up the food.

“Well, dig in,” Spence instructs us as one of the staff places plates and cutlery in front of each of us, and another asks us what we would like to drink.

Soon, we are all served up and quiet as we all enjoy the delicious meal.

A couple of hours later, Spence and I are in the limo and on our way back to his house. I’m still wearing the robe from the hotel, much to Spence’s amusement. We had failed to bring an overnight bag, and I didn’t want him running to Saks to buy me new clothes; it would have felt too familiar. I had received a few giggles as I waited curbside with Spence in just a fluffy white robe and red Manolo’s, but I didn’t care.
“Did you tell Casey about what happened last night?” I ask Spence as we hit the freeway.

“No, of course not, it’s nobodies business but our own,” he replies, “why?”

“Oh, this morning when she saw me, she asked if I was okay,” I tell him.

“Well, I didn’t mention anything. Maybe someone else saw what happened and told her,” Spence offers.

“Yeah, maybe,” I nod.

It’s possible, though I hope that not too many people had noticed the incident, and then something occurs to me.

“They would have had to know that she knew us for them to tell her about it.”

“That could be any number of people. I wouldn’t worry about it Rox.”

“It could have been Lucas, Anya, or even Seth himself,” I continue, but Spence doesn’t say anything in response about it.

I get the vibe that he just wants to drop it. He was not exactly proud of his behavior last night. I just can’t help but be curious about who may have witnessed our little scene. Heck, maybe Casey had seen it, but just didn’t tell us so when we spoke to her on the phone last night. I’ll just ask her later.

I wonder how Seth is doing today. I feel kind of bad for him. First with Spence almost kicking him out, then Spence forcing me to kiss him. I know he was willing, but it still had to be embarrassing, especially doing it right in front of Spence. Seth has really taken an emotional butt-kicking lately, and it’s all because of me. I wish there were something I could do to help him move on, to forget about me because I hate to think about how he must be hurting.

“What are you thinking about?” Spence asks, breaking my reverie.

“I was thinking about how Seth must be feeling today,” I answer him honestly; I don’t want to hide anything.

Spence nods, a hint of a frown on his brow.

“Yeah, I guess that was a dick move on my part. However, I don’t think he hated it.”

I ignore that part and continue.

“I just hope that he can find happiness with someone else soon, and I don’t mean Anya.”

“Seth’s a big boy, he can handle himself,” Spence retorts.

“I know, it’s just that…”

“I think I’ve had enough of Seth for now,” Spence says, cutting me off.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I just don’t want him interfering in our lives anymore.”

“So I take it he’s not invited this evening?” I ask, and Spence sighs loudly.

“He was before, but I highly doubt that he would show up now.”

“And if he does?”

“Then he does, Rox. Though if I were he, I’d steer clear. Why would he want to put himself through that?”

“I don’t know.”


I decide to drop it. The topic clearly makes Spence uncomfortable, and I don’t want to rock the boat. I now know that Spence has been affected by my past far more than he let on. It was an eye-opening experience for me, to say the least.

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