Royce (9 page)

          “Oh my god,” he said when he looked at her, “Oh my god dark eyed lady,” he stood back and looked appreciatively at her.

          “You like?”  She asked, striking a pose.

          “Oh do I,” he said showing his approval.

           “Then take those clothes off and show me,” she said playfully.

   Royce did just that, he started taking off his clothes and Joy went to the dresser and opened drawer number four and found what she was looking for, she didn’t know what it was called, it looked like a feather duster to her, except the feathers were smaller and the handle longer and slimmer, and it was a sexy black.  She turned to Royce he was tossing his pants on the chair and taking off his socks.

           “That’s how I want you blue eyed man, just like that,” she said, he was facing her, naked, sticking straight out, thick and long. 
Damn he’s got it all,
she thought, she pranced in front of him and then she walked over to him.

           “If you want this,” she said turning her back to him and poking her behind out in a pose and running the feathered wand over her backside.  Royce stood with a smile on his face, whatever game she was playing he was all for it,
damn she looked so good
.  She walked sexily over to him and did a few sexy moves around him, like she was a stripper and he was her pole, it, then she walked away.

            “You want it blue eyed man?”  She turned her backside to him, and looked at him over her shoulder all the time running the feathers over her body.

            “Damn right I want it,” he said.

             “Then get on your knees and beg for it,” she teased and Royce fell to his knees.  Joy walked over to him and ran the feathers over his chest.  He looked up at her amusement in his eyes and he took her foot and placed it on his chest.  It came straight from the image that flashed before his eyes all those months ago.  He stroked up and down her leg and stuck his tongue between her toes in her peek a boo shoes.

             “Oh baby let me fuck you,” he said as his tongue worked her toes.

             “Yeah, that’s it baby; you know how to ask for it.”

              “I want to take that beautiful behind in my hands and fuck you.”

            “Oh yeah blue eyed man,” Joy said all the while she was rubbing his body with the feathered prop and using the other hand to caress her body, and Royce was so turned on his tongue between her toes watching her.

             “Okay blue eyed man,” she said and pulled her foot away and walked over to the chair and dumped their clothes on the floor.  She spread her legs, one over each arm of the chair and rubbed the feathers between her legs and over her body so sexily, her legs open and Royce was so hard watching her, he had to grab himself to keep it from throbbing.

           “Yeah, I can see you want it,” she said huskily, “But first,” she said her legs spread wide.

          “First you got to lick it,” she said and pulled her thong aside and Royce fell between her legs.

          “Oh baby I’ll lick the shit out of it,” he said as his tongue went for it, he went deep inside her.

           “Damn blue eyed man, damn, damn, damn,” she moaned as she ran her hand through his thick hair, and Joy was so turned on by their erotic play and so was Royce that it didn’t take long for her to feel her body respond and convulse.  Royce removed her thong and her shoes and went even further.  Joy cried out and before she knew it she was gasping and crying out as her body gave in.

           “Yes baby, that’s it, that’s it,” Royce crooned, as she slowed down.  Royce pulled her up and took her to the bed and pulled her to her knees.

           “I want it baby,” he said and knelt behind her, “You know what I want,” he said, “Fuck me baby, fuck me,” and she did and he was so turned on it didn’t take long before he lost it, and was gripping the sides of her hips, moaning and crying out as his body jerked and he erupted inside her. 

            “Wow baby,” Royce said as he rolled over on his back and pulled Joy with him.

            “I know baby, it’s always so good,” she said.  He held her and stroked her, “I know it is,” he caught his breath, and then he said.

            “Are you happy with our arrangement…I mean you’re okay being with only me?”

             “Of course, I love being with you, why do you ask?”  Royce didn’t want to alarm her.

             “It’s just…nothing,” he said, he looked at her and she was looking expectantly back at him, “It’s just…can you do something for me?”

              “Well yes, what is it?”

              “Can we…just this once take off our mask…?”  He saw her pull back a bit.

              “I don’t think that’s a good idea…I mean, we’re supposed to be anonymous,” she said with trepidation, he could see that.

              “That’s true I know…but it’s impossible to really keep that up…I mean I’ve done it before and I know who quite a few of the members are,” he said looking hopefully at her.  He wanted her to know him, to see him.

              Her eyes registered her shock, “Really?” 

“Yes,” he lied he’d never taken his mask off before and he’d never wanted too until her, “No one will know, once we’re behind closed doors we can do it if we want and it’s between you and me okay,” he said trying to persuade her.  He’d seen Bobby and Collin coming for them and he wanted her to know who he was before Collin confused her, “On three okay.”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, I just want you to know me and I want to know you, okay.” 

“Okay,” she said a little warily,

“It’s between us okay,” she nodded and then, “One, two, three,” he pulled his mask up and rested it on the top of his head.  Joy did the same, he smiled down at her.

“Hi Joy,” he said.

“Hi Royce,” she said with a shy smile. 

He’d seen the slight look of shock on her face when he revealed himself, “Were you expecting someone else?” 

“Yes, because I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough that it would be you... The one I was hoping for,” she said and Royce’s eyes teared.

              Joy saw him and she was happy, she’d narrowed it down to two people.  Royce Harrington and Collin Roberts, even though Collin flirted with her relentlessly there was something about him that didn’t fit, it was a little off, it was the blue of his eyes.  Sometimes when she was talking to him her mind would say,
his eyes aren’t as blue as my blue eyed man,
and he didn’t pull her, but there was something about Royce Harrington.  When he looked at her and she hardly knew him but something about him drew her.  She was drawn to him when he looked at her something was there and she thought it was him, his dark hair and blue eyes told her it could be and she hoped it was him just because of that pull she had towards him.  But she thought that’s not how this works?  It had to be either Collin or someone she didn’t know.

          Royce leaned in and kissed her, “I was hoping it was you too,” he said.  He’d never tell her he knew it was her the minute she walked through the door.  “Oh Royce,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her lips searching his, “I’m glad it’s you,” she whispered through her kiss, “I’m glad it’s you.”  “Me too baby, me too,” he replied, he kissed her long and then he went down her throat.  He looked down at her and both still wore the mask on their heads, he reached down, “We don’t need this anymore do you think,” he said as he took her mask off and tossed it on the floor.  Joy gasped, “I don’t …,” she said as she reached for his hand, too late, her beautiful gold mask was tossed and Royce’s black mask was next.  He reached up and took it off and tossed it, he ran his fingers through her hair and lovingly looked down at her.

Joy saw the look he was giving her and she felt that draw that pull and she had to admit, the mask made you feel a disconnect, and now looking up at him she had to see him, see all of him, and she liked that, it felt real.  Royce looked down at her and felt the same, he felt connected to her and his last shred of denial was swept away as the thought he’d pushed aside for months now said,
I love you Joy,
and he didn’t push it away or change it to something else, he let it be, let it stand on its own, and he answered it,
I love her. 
He lovingly caressed her face and gently kissed her.  Royce felt himself give in to Joy, and he knew he’d always wanted too. 

              For the rest of the night they went to each other without the mask.  Joy did pick them up off the floor though, “This mask is too nice, I don’t want us to accidentally step on it,” she said. Royce was waiting for her in bed then, “Okay baby,” he said and watched her walk naked towards him, he took her in his arms when she climbed in bed, he couldn’t stop looking at her, his lips found hers and he loved kissing her and feeling the skin of his cheeks touch hers, his kisses were deeper, his thrust more loving, his body connecting to hers in ways he hadn’t before, all because he let his guard down, Joy knew him, the real him now. 

Joy went to him and let him have her, she loved seeing expressions on his face that would have been hidden behind the mask, now he could hide nothing from her and she could hide nothing from him.  She looked deep into his eyes, she moved sensually on him, she felt him, the weight of his body on hers as he seemed to want to press himself into her, to mold his body with hers.  They had a thing for playing with food and using toys when they enjoyed each other and tonight was no different except they saw each other and were more aware of the other and all night she heard, “Joy, Joy, Joy,” and all night he heard, “Royce, Royce, Royce.”

After the party Royce went home with a smile on his face.  Joy knew who he was and she was happy it was him, as a matter of fact she’d said,
I was hoping it was you
; he was thrilled and went straight to bed.  He didn’t have to shower, since he and Joy discovered how fun playing with food could be a shower was necessary and the bed was a mess.  Joy always joked, “I wonder what the cleaning crew says when they clean this room,” and he laughed and had to admit chocolate sauce and fruit stains on white sheets lent images to the imagination that weren’t very pretty.  He knew until the cleanup crew discovered it was innocent he was sure they thought some nasty kinky shit had gone on in that room and he used the term literally.  He went to sleep with that smile on his face, he knew he was scheduled to meet the guys for golf and he knew at least two weren’t very happy with him.  He’d seen Bobby and Collin heading towards him with very serious looks on their faces.  He wasn’t looking forward to discussing anything about Joy with them.  He didn’t understand it, why was having her so important to them?  They couldn’t have her so move on.  There were plenty of other women, why were they so fixated on Joy?

He arrived at the country club late.  The valet parked his car and he took his clubs to meet the guys, and he was right Bobby and Collin were not smiling at him.  They had a couple of drinks waiting for Chris and Eric who were running later than him.  The air was frosty between them, so far the only good thing about this day was it was beautiful, sunny and bright, the air crisp and fresh.  Once everyone arrived they hopped on a couple of golf carts and drove to the first tee.  It was too close to others, so they played it and moved on, it was around the fifth hole when they felt they couldn’t be heard.

Collin was bursting to say something, “What the hell Royce?  What have you said to her to make her not choose anyone else?”  Collin blurted out.

“Look I don’t want to discuss Joy, why won’t you, all of you,” he said looking around at all of them, “Get it through your heads she doesn’t want to be passed around okay, and this conversation is getting old and tired.  I hate how you guys talk about her like you’re at the dinner table and you’re saying,
pass the mash potatoes! 
This is a woman, a person we’re talking about here and she’s chosen not to be a part of the game!”  Royce said angrily.  The peaceful beautiful day exploded with their angry voices.

“Then why did she join a sex club?”  Bobby said just as angrily, “Didn’t she know she might have to fuck some people!” 

Royce’s mouth flew open, “Fuck you!  Fuck all of you!”  And he strode to the golf cart, jumped in and took off.  Chris and Eric came running after him, “Our clubs man!”  They yelled, he stopped abruptly, “Get your fucking clubs, this is bullshit!  All of you leave me and her the fuck alone!” 

He was angry and he drove fast back to the country club.
What the fuck is wrong with them, so she doesn’t want them, so what!
 
I’ll always be there for her,
I’ll never let them have her if she's some kind of mark, a notch on their bedpost
.  He tossed his ticket to the valet, who hurriedly went to get his car when he saw the fire in his eyes and his get the hell out of my way walk.  He sped out the parking lot and he didn’t calm down until he reached home.

The next month he saw Bobby talking up close to Joy.  He hadn’t said a word to Bobby about her since he stormed off the golf course, although Bobby had let him know often, “She’s not yours Royce, you can’t say who can and cannot have her!”
 
And he’d either glare at him or ignore him, but he saw Bobby up close to her, too close.  He was leaning in towards her when Patty came on the mike and made the announcement he was longing to hear.