Masquerade Party - The Powerful & Kinky Society Series Book One

By Ireland Lorelei

Michael Anderson is the young billionaire bachelor who is the owner and CEO of The Royal Grande Hotels and Resorts and she's a new entry level marketing assistant in his marketing department. He's walked by her a hundred times in his offices and never really noticed her.

Abigail Baker is an average just out o

• Language: English
• Publisher: Warrioress Publishing
• Release date: Apr 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088098189

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NOTE TO READERS

The characters in this book are unapologetic and dramatic. The scenes are steamy and the road to happily ever after maybe twisted. This book is meant for audiences 18 years old and older. A list of potential triggering themes can be found on my website at www.irelandlorelei.com.

Prologue

Abigail

My name is Abigail Baker. I was raised in a very modest family. My parents have been together for twenty-five years. My dad worked for a car manufacturer and my mom owns a hair salon.

I got A’s and B’s throughout grade school. I went off to college to become a marketing executive. I finished at the top of my class, graduating Magna Cum Laude. In my senior year, I took a position as a marketing trainee at The Royal Grande Resort and Hotel chain.

I found a roommate in the city after college, Allie, and she told me about her BDSM lifestyle. I went to a masquerade party with her one night that completely changed my life.

Who knew that I would end up not only interested in the lifestyle, but I even got off on it? Before going to the party, Allie had called me ‘vanilla’. I had no idea how ‘vanilla’ I was until that night at the party. I had heard about BDSM and my first thoughts were it was violent and degrading. But listening to Allie explain it and the things I saw that night turned me on like I had never been turned on before. She explained to me how the Dom’s were all about their Subs. All they wanted was to make them feel good, and the Subs wanted to please their Dom’s. It was hard for me to understand at first. But watching them that night and seeing how they interacted, the connection that they had between each other and the care they took with one another, was something I was not expecting.

I never thought I would be here, in this moment, with this man, in the luxury of his home, enjoying being tied up and whipped inside of his playroom. As he unlocks the door, I started to panic, the rush of emotions to of being alone in this atmosphere, to not really knowing what to expect. I knew that this was going to be a different experience from the play parties I had started observing. When I first met him, it was just him explaining and showing me more about the BDSM lifestyle. But tonight it was more than observing and learning. Tonight I would be the one in the scenes. Tonight, he wanted us to take part in a public show. Before tonight, it was behind closed doors and just him and I.

It all started three months ago as just an infatuation that was started by listening to my roommate and best friend talk about her sex life. As I got more intrigued, she told me she was into BDSM. At first I was appalled. I couldn’t believe she would be into such a dangerous and dependent lifestyle. The more questions I asked, and the more she explained about how wrong my thoughts were, the more fascinated I become. The more stories she would tell, the more my body reacted. Could this be for me? Is this what my sexual desires are missing?

I met him at the first play party I ever attended. I was nervous, but he took my hand and led me around, showing me things that I had never seen. He let me ask questions about the lifestyle and things that I had just seen. But more than that, he took my body to new heights. I had to have more, and I wanted it with him. I trusted him and only him.

And now here I am, and I know that every time I walk through the doors to his home, I was expected to submit to him and to his every need within our agreement, signed and dated just a few minutes ago. I knew that starting in this moment, I would become his submissive. He owned me, all of me, every inch of my body, and every desire I had.

Chapter One

Abigail

As soon as Allison (Allie) Cramer and I walked into the Royal Ballroom of the Royal Grande Hotel - Manhattan for the Masquerade Play Party, I knew that my life was forever going to be changed.

Six months ago, I had graduated with a bachelor’s degree in marketing. I got hired as an entry level marketing associate at one of the biggest hotel chains in the world, The Royal Grande Hotels and Resorts, in their Manhattan corporate office. Right before graduation, I had started looking for an apartment and a roommate. I found an ad in the college’s online newsletter from Allison Cramer, who was also looking for a roommate and already had an apartment in the city. I immediately responded to her add to make sure that I got to her before anyone else did.

When I met Allison, I thought she was great. She had graduated two years ahead of me, making her older than me at twenty-six. She works as a journalist for Love and Fashion Magazine. We hit it off at the very first meeting. I moved into the apartment two weeks before graduation.

A few months after I had moved in, I began to notice that a few nights a week, Allie would go out dressed in different costumes and would come back in late at night. Some would be just normal but skimpy dresses and some would be lingerie, but every time she would cover it with a long coat, even though winter hadn’t started yet. I asked no questions because whatever my new roommate was into; it was her business. She talked about the man she was seeing, Lucas, occasionally. I couldn’t figure out why when they went out on dates, she would dress like that and not in normal clothes.

A month later, and as we had become best friends, I just couldn’t sit quietly anymore. I had to know what Allie (as she was called by her friends and family) was doing all of those nights.

It was a Thursday night, and Allie was getting ready to leave. She had said that she was going to meet Lucas and would be back after work tomorrow.

Allie, I have got to ask. I have seen you get dressed in a lot of different outfits for a month, throw on a long overcoat and head out until late at night. At first, I felt it wasn’t my business to ask, but we have become best friends and I feel like I can ask you now without you getting upset or defensive. Where do you go dressed like that and what are you doing? I asked.

Abby (the name Allie called her and it was wearing on her. I introduce myself as Abby now), I don’t know if you're ready to hear all about my sex life! But one day, I will tell you, Allie replied.

Really Allie? We talk about everything else. Why not your sex life? But really it is about sex? You’re not an exotic dancer at night, or something illegal, are you? I asked her in a worried and questioning tone.

Oh my God Abby, NO! It is all legal and some nights it’s just playful scenes with Lucas while we are being watched by an audience and sometimes it is just Lucas and I alone. But really, it is not something I really discuss with someone so… ‘vanilla’, Allie answered back with shock and a giggle.

Vanilla? What do you mean vanilla? We haven’t discussed our sex lives yet! You don’t know what I like in bed. And what do you mean by playful scenes in front of an audience? Are you making porn movies? I snap back with a little sarcasm.

Vanilla, Abby. You know exactly what vanilla means. If not, then I rest my case. But you don’t seem to me to be the type that does anything other than being on bottom, occasionally on top, and probably doesn’t do it doggy style so he can slap your ass! Allie said, But right now we are going to have to table this conversation until tomorrow, if you really want to know, because I don’t want to be late. I will answer your question about what I mean by playful scenes tomorrow as well.

Fine, but just so you know, I like sex in different positions and not just top or bottom. Thank you very much and I have had men spank me on the ass while being on all fours! I responded, a little annoyed. And I want to finish this tomorrow. No secrets among besties, remember?

I remember! Tomorrow night, we will talk, Allie said, walking out the door.

I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about what Allie had said about her being ‘vanilla’ in her sex life. Really? I have always thought of myself as more ready for anything. I loved sex and the different positions. How could Allie even call her ‘vanilla’? Really, did she act like a person who was clueless when it came to sex or just liked missionary sex? I couldn’t wait to finish this conversation tomorrow and I was going to make sure it was done as soon as we both got home from work.

I was exhausted by the time I got off work Friday from not sleeping well last night. I have been still trying to figure out all day what Allie meant by her sexual desires and me being ‘vanilla’. I couldn’t wait to get home.

I walked into the apartment at 5:30 pm and Allie wasn’t home yet. I went into my room and put my things down on the bed before going to sit in the living room and wait for her to get home. She would not get out of this conversation.

It was a few minutes after 6 pm when Allie finally walked through the door.

Hey chic, Allie said as she shut the door behind her. How was your day?

Long considering I didn’t sleep well last night thinking about our conversation yesterday and the one we are going to have today, I told her.

"Okay Abby! Give me a minute to put my things down and let’s order in some Chinese