Opposing Affair

Chapter 5: The Masquerade Ball

Julianna

The grand ballroom is a swirl of colors and mystery, everyone hidden behind masks, the air tinged with excitement and anonymity. I'm dressed in a beautiful, flowing black gown that hugs my form and flares out at the waist, the fabric shimmering under the opulent chandeliers. My mask is equally gorgeous, adorned with intricate beadwork and feathers, concealing my identity yet accentuating my eyes.

As I sip champagne, the cool liquid is crisp on my tongue, a welcome companion in the sea of masked faces. Several men approach, offering invitations to dance, their polite smiles visible just below their elaborate masks. Each time, I decline gently, not feeling compelled to share a dance with anyone who doesn't stir something deeper within me. Then, through the crowd, a figure approaches. He is well-dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that speaks of meticulous care and taste. His mask is simple yet elegant, covering half his face, leaving his strong jawline exposed. Something about his stance strikes a chord in me—it’s familiar, comforting yet thrilling. The moment he speaks, any doubt evaporates.

"May I have this dance?" His voice, low and unmistakable, sends a ripple of excitement through me. It's Ramello!

My heart race as I meet his gaze. "What are you doing here?”

“Asking the most beautiful woman at this party to dance.”

I smirk at the romantic gesture. I've never seen Ramello like this until the night we kissed. That kiss still lingers in my mind and into my dreams when I’m sleeping.

“I'd like that," I reply, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest.

He extends his hand, and I place mine in his, the contact sending a current of warmth up my arm. As we step onto the dance floor, the orchestra strikes up a slow, haunting melody. Ramello leads confidently, placing his hand on my lower back. We begin to sway, and his steps are sure and in perfect harmony with mine. Our bodies move together naturally in a rhythm of forbidden desire.

The world shrinks to just the two of us, the masks allowing us a freedom we don't usually possess. I find myself lost in the moment, the earlier tension now replaced by a burgeoning thrill of what the night might bring. Our conversation flows easily, laughter mingling with the music, the earlier awkwardness forgotten under the guise of our masked personas.

"Dancing with you feels right," Ramello whispers, his breath warm against my ear through the mask.

I lean into him slightly, allowing myself this moment of closeness, the anonymity of the masks giving me courage. "It does, doesn’t it?" I murmur back, wondering about the magic of masks and moonlight, and how they transform the possible into the probable.

As the song ends, we pause, still holding each other, reluctant to break the spell. The applause around us brings us back to the reality of the ball, but in this moment, it's clear that tonight has changed something between us. Something significant.

As the last notes of the orchestra fade into the night, the ball slowly disperses. Ramello offers his arm, and I accept, my heart still fluttering from our dance. We walk through the hotel's ornate hallways, our steps quiet on the plush carpet, our conversation softer, more intimate.

"We should probably say goodnight here," Ramello says as we stop outside my hotel room door, his voice reluctant.

I find myself not ready to end the night, the connection we’ve discovered between us is too precious to let go so soon. "Would you like to come in for a while?" I ask, my voice hopeful.

He hesitates for just a moment before nodding, a smile breaking through his reserve. As I unlock the door and we step inside, the privacy envelops us, a stark contrast to the crowded ballroom.

Once inside, I turn to face him, our eyes meeting. "Are we really doing this?" I ask, the words spilling out in a rush.

“Only if you want to.”

"I do, but I'm scared," I confess.

Ramello's hands reach up to gently cradle my face, his touch tender. "I know, but I promise I won’t hurt you , Julianna."

With those words, any remaining distance between us collapses. My lips finds his, and the kiss is instantly passionate, fueled by all the words we haven’t spoken and all the time we’ve spent apart since our last kiss. The intensity of our connection deepens as we move together toward the bed, each piece of clothing shed becomes the barriers we've built around ourselves. I lay back and he hovers over me. He stares at me and mumbles under his breath. “Julianna Daniels you are so beautiful. His eyes strip me bare, gazing deep into my soul. Suddenly his eyes flicker with desire and lust radiates through me. He kisses me again, more hungrily this time. I open my mouth and allow him to fully taste me. He kisses his way down to my neck and I can feel his erection against me.

“I want you, Ramello.” His hand travels down my side until he makes contact with my breast. He teases a n****e until he feels the metal bar. He frowned, “You have your n*****s pierced?”

“Yes, I had them for a while now.”

“Senator Daniels you are naughty girl.”

“Is that so Senator Rhodes?”

“I like when you call me, Mr. Rhodes.” I smirk as I roll my eyes. He would like that.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” I challenge.

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” He dips his head and takes my n****e into his mouth. I arch my back giving him more access as he continuously teases my n****e with his tongue. The sensation is sending electrical current throughout my body. He moves over to the other one and does the same. He kisses his way down to my stomach until he’s in between my thighs. His fingers trail down to my wet p***y.

“Are you wet for me, mama?” His voice is low and deep, sending chills of arousal throughout my body. His mask is still on, but I can feel the warmth of his breath tickle my center. He slids a finger in as I let out a moan. “Yeah, you’re wet for me.” Okay, his dominant ways can be useful for my benefit. I found it sexy as hell. He slowly strokes me, building up agonizing pleasure before he increases his speed.

“f**k, Ramello,” I murmur.

“What did I say earlier? You call me Mr.Rhodes,” he orders.

“No,” I breathe out and he slows his speed. “Please don’t stop.”

He chuckles, “What’s my name, mama?”

“Ramello,” I grind against him, trying to scratch the itch of my arousal. He moves slower.

“I see that I'm gonna have fix that mouth of yours. You know how this works Senator, you give to get.” And I really want to c*m, but I also know that this is a game of control. He looks up at me, desire fully evident in his eyes and smirk displayed on his lips. If I give in, he wins but I still get rewarded. If I don’t give in, then chances are that I wouldn’t c*m at all. Do I put my pride to the side for this forbidden pleasurable experience or do I get in my own way? Who knows when the next time this would take place? I bit my lip no longer able to hold back. I want Ramello and I want him, now. “Fine! You win.”

“I win what?”

“You win, Mr. Rhodes!”

“That’s right, beautiful,” he said, his tone a bit cocky in a sexy way. He increases his speed bringing me close to my release. He stops just as he knows I was about to let go. He removes his finger.

“Are you f*****g kidding me!”

He laughs as I attempt to sit up but his extends his hand holding me in place as he begins to eat me out. “Ahhhhh, f**k!!!” I fall back onto the bed, and he grips his hands under my thighs pulling me close to him as he devours my center. I grip his head pushing him further into my wetness as I feel the pressure of my release rising. I grind against his face and finally, I let go. My heart is racing, and I know this is far from over. He doesn’t get to do that to me without any repercussions. So, as he stands up, I move quickly to grab his d**k. His big ass d**k. Before he has time to process what I’m doing, my mouth is already on him, sucking him while looking into his eyes.

“Suck it just like that, mama.” I love when he calls me that. I feel him harden each time I took him in deeper, enjoying the taste of him on my tongue. “f**k,” he grunts. He’s close and he grips my hair, pushing himself deeper. And I take him, almost all of him. He tells me he’s about to nut but I am not backing away. I suck in one more time before load after load shoots into my mouth. I take in the pleasure watching him squirm over me. Check mate!

Once I take the last drop, he immediately pulls me up on my feet and turns me around. He bends me over before lining his d**k up with my opening. I’m loving the power play between us. Neither of us want to stop. Surprisingly, he doesn’t keep me waiting. He pushes himself inside of me and I throw my head back. He wraps his hand firmly around my throat and tilts my head back before leaning down for a kiss. The mixture of him and I only adds to pure ecstasy of our affair. I let out several cries of pleasure as each thrust brings me closer to the edge. “Ramello,” I mutter and he responds with a chuckle.

“I’ll let that slide this time.”

“I’m so close.”

“I know, I can feel your walls gripping me.” His own groans begins to reach their peak. He’s ready and so am I. Ramello increased his movements and I can feel his member becoming stiff.

When we finally c*m together, it’s with a profound sense of coming home, each movement, each touch filled with a mixture of longing and fulfillment.

Afterwards, as we lie in the quiet of the night, I nestle into his arms, the sound of his heartbeat steady under my ear. The emotional and physical storm that just passed leaves a serene calm in its wake. Feeling his arms around me, protective and warm, I let myself drift into sleep, the challenges of our reality momentarily forgotten. For now, there’s only the peace of being with someone who understands and shares my deepest desires, and that is more than enough for me.