Burning Secrets
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Kylie Wynter
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Chapter 1
Every time Cora had to trudge down to the dark, empty laundry room, she mentally kicked herself for not finding an apartment with an in-unit washer and dryer. The basement was cold, low-lit, and frequently gave her the creeps, but chores were chores.
Luckily, Levi’s work suits were dry-cleaned, but between her work clothes, gym clothes, and everything in between, she had to do at least two loads of laundry every weekend.
She carefully navigated the creaking steps to the basement laundry room. One dryer was going, but otherwise, the place was empty. Perfect, she could do both loads of laundry at once and get this over with.
She plopped her laundry basket on top of a machine and started the water. Maybe it was the damp air or the sudden stream of cold water filling the drum, but a distinct chill traveled down her spine. Quickly, she added a scoop of soap and a load of clothes before slamming the metal lid shut.
She did the same to the next one, then set a timer on her phone for fifty minutes. As she looked up, something caught her eye—a flash of movement at the end of the dark hall on the other side of the room.
The laundry room was situated at one end of a long basement that stretched beneath her apartment building. On the other side, a long hallway led to the boiler rooms, custodian closet, and a side-street exit illuminated by a single flickering light.
The hairs on Cora’s neck stood on end as her eyes adjusted to the dark hallway and focused on a figure standing beneath the dying bulb. A tight tank top clung to his hard chest and abs, and gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. He stood still as he stared directly at Cora, or so she thought.
It was hard to tell with his face hidden by a ghost mask.
Cora’s heart hammered in her chest as he slowly began walking toward her.
It was Levi. It had to be.
She couldn’t see his sandy hair under the mask’s black cowl. Her eyes dropped to his bicep where the tattoo that he got in college wound around his arm. Even from this distance, she recognized the crowned lion at the center, symbolizing the fraternity Levi belonged to. Her eyes flicked back up to the mask.
Just yesterday, Cora had timidly suggested to her husband of one year that they spice up their sex life using role play. She even went so far as to text him a photo of a Scream mask from the Halloween store down the street and suggest he pick one up on his way home from work. She was nervous to confide in him but was willing to try anything at this point. Their intimacy hadn’t been the same since they’d started trying to have a baby.
Unfortunately, not only was Levi resistant to her suggestion, but he actually laughed at her. He called her a freak and a weirdo and straight up refused to even consider the kinky proposal. Cora, embarrassed and rejected, didn’t speak to him for the rest of the night.
Now, here he was, walking down the basement hallway toward her, wearing the very mask he’d mocked her about.
Cora narrowed her eyes at him as he slowly sauntered toward her. She couldn’t believe he had gone and bought the mask after how he had acted the day before.
Why was he being so weird about this?
“Very funny. Knock it off,” she said as she turned to grab her laundry basket. She expected him to laugh or tease her, but the cold, musty air around her was silent.
She turned around and saw that Levi was still stepping toward her, like he was stalking her. She faced him fully and folded her arms again.
“Stop being rude. Do you think you’re being funny? You’re pissing me off,” Cora hissed, her anger rising.
Levi continued to stride toward Cora like a predator hunting its prey. She unfolded her arms and placed them on her hips.
“What is the matter with you?” she asked quietly. Levi was now standing right in front of her. He had clearly worn a new cologne or body wash, and her eyes widened at how much his body had changed with all those gym sessions.
Normally, he was plowing her from behind since that was the best position for conception, so she hadn’t really feasted her eyes on his physique in a while. His chest was broad and hard, his abs defined.
He lowered his head, watching her calmly.
Maybe this was his way of telling her that he was willing to wear the mask—that he wanted to play the role she wanted him to. It felt so strange, so opposite to his reaction before. She wasn’t sure why he had had such a big change of heart, but she decided she didn’t want to lose this opportunity.
She reached up and pulled her tank top down, exposing her lacy bra.
“Is this what you want?” she asked in a low, sultry voice.
He tilted his head, watching her. Her heart stopped. Would he make a move? Or did he plan on laughing at her again?
“Come on,” she said. “If you want me, take me.”
He paused, and her insides clenched as she waited to see what he would do.
Suddenly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, then quickly slid his hand down to her throat and tightened his grip. Cora reached up and grabbed his wrist, but found her body immediately electrified.
Levi had never shown interest in anything outside of vanilla sex before, but Cora was more than ready to give in to her twisted fantasies.
“Yes,” she hissed. “More.”
Levi tilted his head, then reached up with his other hand and tangled it in her long, dark hair. He wrenched her head back by her hair and loosened the hand around her neck before trailing his fingers down her exposed skin to her bra.
He curled his fingers in the front of her bra and ripped it down to expose her breasts. Cora sucked in a breath as he slipped a hand underneath his mask and dragged his fingertips across his tongue before bringing his hand back to her chest and sliding his wet fingertips over her nipple.
Goosebumps immediately prickled her skin, and she let her head fall back onto Levi’s hand as he pulled at her hair.
Something ignited in Cora. She surrendered to her primal instincts as Levi took control of everything.
Her breathing deepened as he circled and pinched her nipple before trailing his hand down to her waistband. He slipped his eager fingers into her pants, underneath her black panties, to her now-aching pussy.
She gasped as he ran a finger through her wet folds, then slid it in. He pumped a few times before adding another.
Finally, he withdrew them and pressed her clit, where the bundle of nerves immediately began heating up.
He wrenched her head back again, then brought his face to her neck. Even through the mask, his breath still tickled her skin. She was panting now, ignited by the thrill of what could happen next.
His fingers artfully circled her clit, building her pleasure up, up, up…
“You ready?” he growled in her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Show me.”
He let go of Cora’s hair and removed his hand from her pants. She groaned at the absence as he stepped back and folded his arms.
He wanted her to do something. Cora’s eyes floated down to the hard bulge in his pants.
Without another thought, she dropped to her knees and looked up at Levi. It was thrilling not being able to see his face, to have a deranged masked man treat her like a fucktoy.
She had no idea what had come over Levi, but she was ready to play along.
Levi let out a groan as Cora went to his waistband and pulled his dick out. He’d always been gifted in the size department but never seemed particularly interested in using it.
Cora was ready to use it now.
Levi’s head dropped back as Cora started stroking his rock-hard cock, using both hands to cover as much of it as she could. He gave a slight shudder as she closed her lips around the tip.
“Mmmm, I’m going to make you feel good,” she said in between tantalizing licks. She looked up at him through her lashes while she took him into her mouth.
He studied her, and she could only imagine the pleasure written on his face. She lowered her hand and tugged on her nipple before inching her own pants halfway down and exposing her pussy. She slipped her fingers between her legs and touched herself.
Levi’s head tilted as he watched her. God, why was that so fucking hot?
He grabbed her hair again and began slowly fucking her mouth. Cora moaned as Levi guided his hard dick in and out of her, pressing into the back of her throat as her tongue glided all over his skin.
He thrust in and out of her mouth a few more times before he pulled out. With his fingers still tangled in her hair, Cora looked up at him, her mouth wide open and ready for more.
He stood her up and expertly removed her pants and panties in record time. She glanced around the dark, empty laundry room.
Hardly anyone used the place, but the idea of being caught was exhilarating. They were at the end of the room, away from the door, and next to a dark hall. They could hide if they needed to, but Cora wasn’t sure if she could stop at this point.
She’d never been so turned on in her life. Levi sank to his knees and lifted the mask just enough so the ghostly face covered the top of his head.
The stubble around his mouth prickled against her pussy as his warm tongue penetrated her. She gasped and flung her head back as warm wetness slid up and down her most sensitive area.
His fingers pulled her folds back, and he sucked on her aching clit. She clapped a hand to her mouth to stop from screaming like a wild fucking animal as Levi began making out with her pussy.
In all the time she’d known Levi, he’d eaten her out twice, and it was mediocre at best. When did he become such a pussy expert?
She tried to ponder the questions rolling around in her brain, but Levi’s tongue was far too distracting. She started to whimper as his tongue circled her clit, bringing her closer and closer to a mind-blowing orgasm.
Waves of pleasure undulated through her stomach and torso as Levi licked and sucked her like it was his last meal. Finally, she grabbed his head and pressed him into her as her orgasm ripped through her body like a freight train.
She cried out and moaned, knowing that if anyone suddenly decided to come down those stairs, they’d hear the first orgasm Cora had had in months. Levi’s tongue kept caressing her long after her body had relaxed, sending jolts of intense pleasure through her limbs.
Finally, he pulled back, repositioning the mask back in place before climbing to his feet. His rock-hard dick still bobbed at attention, ready to sink into Cora.
Without saying a word, Levi spun Cora around and wrapped something around her wrists to bind them together. It took Cora a moment to realize it was the wet panties he had slid off her.
He pushed her down onto the dryer, her tits pressing against the cold metal. Levi held her bound hands in one hand and tangled the other in her hair as he plunged into her.
