Masquerade

Author: Hawk

Fandom: Andromeda

Pairing: None… D/R implied

Rating: R for sexual situations

Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. They belong to someone way too straight-laced for my tastes so I decided to borrow them and take them out to play for awhile. I’ll return them when I’m through and, if you disregard the bemused grins they’ll be wearing, they’ll be just as I found them. Honest!

Summary: First line challenge… "Do you want to be my sex slave?"

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Masquerade
by Hawk
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"Do you want to be my sex slave?"

"Absolutely not!" Dylan nearly choked on those words.

Rommie pleaded. "Please… Dylan, you promised to go with me to this party and this is just such a great idea."

"It came from Harper, didn’t it."

"No…" Rommie hesitated.

"Rommie, I can’t be your sex slave for the party. What if the crew saw us?"

"I already made some discrete inquiries, Dylan. Trance is going to be working in Hydroponics tonight, Harper has some repairs to make and Beka said she was going to catch up on some holo-novels. Nobody even knows about the party. Please, Dylan? I really want to go to this party. We’ll have a lot of fun."

Dylan sighed. Why was it he found it so hard to say no to Rommie?

"None of the crew are going?"

"None of them - - I swear."

"Oh God, I know I’m going to regret this… Okay Rommie, I’ll go with you. But you make sure nobody recognizes us."

Rommie jumped up and hugged Dylan. "Thank you! I’m so excited! I’ll get our costumes ready." She turned to leave Dylan’s office.

"Rommie?"

She turned back. "Yes Dylan?"

"Do we have to pose as Sex Slave and Master?"

"That’s the theme of the party, Dylan - - sex. We might even win first prize with what I have in mind." The door whisked shut behind her.

Dylan dropped his head into his hands. "Great. That’s just what I need - - winning first prize at a sex-themed masquerade party! How do you get yourselfinto these situations, Hunt?"

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"Rommie! Where are my pants?"

"I gave them to you."

"No. You gave me a G-string and a pair of chaps."

"Exactly!"

"I can’t go anywhere dressed in these!"

Rommie stood in the doorway of Dylan’s bedroom, staring at the bare ass in front of her. Dylan turned and blushed as he realized she was staring.

"What are you doing?"

"Admiring my property…"

"Rommie! Out. Now."

"Oh, Dylan - - this will be fun if you just let it."

Dylan sighed. "Okay. I’ll do this - - for you. But you really owe me."

Rommie smiled and turned away. She picked up a long leather trench coat and threw it to Dylan. "Put this on. You’ll feel better being covered until we get to the drift."

Dylan caught the coat in one hand. He finished dressing then slipped it on. The tension left his body as his nakedness was covered. "Better."

"Then let’s go. The coast is clear."

The pair walked down the corridors toward the hangar deck.

Rommie stopped as Dylan climbed aboard a slip fighter. "A slip fighter, Dylan? Why not just take the Maru?"

"I’d have to ask Beka before I took the Maru and I don’t want her finding out we’re going to the party…"

"Ah…"

Rommie smiled and climbed aboard.

Dylan piloted the slip fighter to the drift. He grimaced at the tinny voice that greeted them at the slip-port.

"Welcome to the Casino Royale Drift. All manner of currency is welcome here. Enjoy your stay."

Dylan and Rommie stepped from the slip fighter and Rommie held out her hand to Dylan.

"What?"

"The coat, Dylan."

"Rommie…"

Rommie folded her arms and scowled. "Fine. Let’s just go home."

"No… I just…" He sighed loudly. // Damn…// "Here, Rommie. I promised you I’d go." Dylan looked around then slipped off his coat.

"No one’s watching us." Rommie smiled when Dylan jumped at the sound of her voice then blushed. "Let’s finish up that costume." She pulled a bag out of the slip fighter.

"Finish? What do you have in there?"

"Let’s see. Collar - - cuffs - - harness…"

Dylan gulped. He hadn’t counted on any more adornment. // A collar? Oh God… how am I going to get through this? // He was already hard as a rock and willed Rommie not to notice his burgeoning erection. It seemed to work as she went about her business of dressing him.

// Is that a pickle in your pocket, Dylan… or are you just happy to see me? // Rommie giggled silently but kept her thoughts to herself. Dylan was already skittish about attending the party and she didn’t want him leaving before the fun began. // ::giggle:: I love Harper’s quaint euphemisms. Pickle… Pocket…::giggle:: //

Rommie walked around Dylan, looking him over. He shifted under her gaze. // Damn! She makes me feel like I really am her property. Don’t get used to this, Hunt… You and Rommie can’t happen. //

"Boots."

"Excuse me?" Dylan blinked as Rommie’s command pulled him from his reverie.

"Boots, Dylan. Take them off."

"Why?"

"Slaves are sexier when they’re barefoot."

Dylan looked at her with amusement. "And you know this - - how?"

Rommie lifted her chin. "I’ve done my homework, Dylan."

Dylan gulped loudly. // Oh shit… I think I might be in trouble. Rommie can be so - - literal. //

Rommie bent and rummaged around in her bag. She pulled out a piece of leather and held it up to Dylan. "Your collar."

"Rommie - - do we have to do this?"

Rommie’s face fell. "You promised…" Her voice was a mere whisper yet it cut right through Dylan’s heart.

"It’s okay, Rommie. I did promise. Let’s do it."

Rommie smiled and Dylan’s heart skipped a beat. // By the Devine she’s beautiful! Damn the Commonwealth and their rules. //

Rommie stretched up onto her toes to fasten the collar around Dylan’s neck and he could feel her breasts against his naked back. He gulped in air, trying to calm himself. // God Dylan, how are you ever going to get through this night if her every touch sets you on fire? //

Dylan was lost in thought as Rommie’s hands began to roam over his flesh. "What are you doing, Rommie?"

"Oiling you."

"Why?"

"Because I want your skin to glisten under the lights, Dylan. I want everyone to notice how beautiful you are."

"Me? Beautiful?" Dylan chuckled.

Rommie looked at him with serious eyes. "Yes, Dylan. You are beautiful. Your body is beautiful."

Dylan blushed but said nothing. He was quite unable to say anything. All his air was going toward just breathing. In - - out - - in - - out. // Stay calm…//

As Dylan was struggling not to give in to his panic Rommie continued dressing Dylan. She fastened leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. She hummed as she put a leather harness on him. The straps of the harness came to a point over his breastbone, the straps outlining his erect nipples. The harness fastened with silver chains to rings set in his collar.

"Um, Dylan?"

"Yes Rommie?"

"Do you need to?" She nodded toward the men’s room. "It might be a long party."

Dylan smiled. "Thanks Rommie. Meet you right back here, okay?"

"Sure. I’ll be here." Rommie slipped something into Dylan’s hand as he turned away.

Dylan smiled as he looked at the object in his hand. Rommie had really done her homework on this stuff! He snapped the cock ring around his burgeoning erection and sighed. At least he wouldn’t be cumming in his pants and embarrass himself in front of a room full of strangers.

Rommie was waiting for Dylan when he emerged from the bathroom. A few passers-by gave him long looks but no one commented out loud. There were quite a few beings dressed for the party so Dylan didn’t stand out too much - - except for looking good enough to eat.

Rommie smiled at him and he found himself blushing again - - more at the thought that Rommie knew he was wearing the cock ring than anything else.

"Relax, Dylan. We’re going to have fun."

Dylan smiled. "So - - are we ready to go in now?"

"Not quite yet. Turn around."

Dylan looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Please, Dylan. // My own. // Trust me."

Dylan smiled again. "I do, Rommie." He turned his back to her.

Rommie fastened his wrists together behind his back at the cuffs then fastened the cuffs to his harness with another silver chain.

"Rommie? Is this…"

"Necessary? Oh Dylan, you are just so gorgeous like this. Just one more thing."

Rommie walked back around in front of him and Dylan was surprised to see her wearing a feathered mask. It covered her face, leaving her eyes glimmering in a sea of colored feathers.

"Your turn." She held up a black leather mask. "So no one will recognize you."

Dylan smiled as she fastened the mask around his eyes.

"You look even sexier, if that’s possible, Dylan."

Dylan watched as Rommie slipped off her coat. He gasped as her outfit was revealed to him and he thanked all that was divine and holy that he had put on the cock ring. She was stunning. She wore spike heeled thigh-high leather boots, a micro-mini skirt and a leather corset. A simple black velvet choker completed her outfit. Her feathered mask was the only splash of color, setting off the black leather outfit to perfection.

"Shall we go, my own?"

Dylan’s cock jumped at the name and he nodded once, not trusting himself to speak. Rommie attached a studded leash to his collar and then whispered in his ear, "Remember. Slaves are not permitted to speak without permission." She led him into the grand ballroom … and the festivities.

Rommie and Dylan were the hit of the party. Dylan soon came to realize that Rommie had indeed done her homework very well. She was a very convincing Mistress and Dylan was having a good time letting go. It was very liberating giving up all control - - especially when you could be absolutely sure no one really knew who you were.

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Rommie said good-bye to Dylan at the door to his quarters.

"Wait."

"What is it, Dylan?"

"I’m glad you talked me into the party, Rommie. I - - had a great time."

Rommie smiled. "Me too." She leaned close and pulled Dylan’s head down for a kiss. She felt him hesitate only slightly then he relaxed and let it happen. Before she knew it he had stepped back, pulling her into his quarters and letting the door whisk shut behind them.

"Dylan - - are you sure?"

"More sure than I’ve been about anything else in a long time, Rommie."

Rommie smiled. "So - - are we through playing Mistress and Slave - - or do you want to really let go tonight?"

Dylan hugged her tight. "I think I’m up for just about anything tonight, Rommie."

"That’s Mistress to you, my own."

Dylan smiled and let Rommie lead him to the bedroom.

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It was late when Rommie and Dylan finally walked onto the command deck the next day. Beka smiled when they arrived then walked away. Trance gave them a once-over but also said nothing but good day. She smiled widely and followed Beka off the command deck. Harper opened his mouth then closed it firmly and shook his head. Dylan reached out and stopped him as he turned to leave.

"What’s going on Harper?"

"Well - - um - - you see we were just talking about a party we went to last night. It was quite something else."

Dylan cleared his throat. "You all went to a party last night?"

"Yeah. It was HOT!"

"Really, and who was on duty?"

"Oh we left one of the new guys in charge. We figured they couldn’t get into too much trouble in space dock… and besides, we couldn’t find you and Rommie." Harper smirked. "So what were you two up to last night anyway?" He bolted for the door to the sounds of Beka and Trance’s laughter from the corridor.

Dylan dropped his head into his hands. "I thought you said they had plans, Rommie. Plans that didn’t involve that party!"

"I wonder how they found out…"



The End...