A scavenger hunt for the Rogue's and the Lady's (closed)

A scavenger hunt for the Rogue's and the Lady's (CLOSED))

Maryanne was sitting in her room going through a few emails she had to check for her meeting that she had in a few days. She had stayed at this hotel numerous of times before and had made quiet a few friends in the area. Sitting in the chair at the desk they had set up in her room she smiled as she saw her emails and one she had not recognized before. One of her friends that she had met staying here messaged her. Smiling she read the email.

My Dear Verity
I have sent you an invitation, it will be arriving at your door in a few minutes please be so kind to read it and enjoy the fun this night is sure to offer to you. You work to much my dear, and it is time that you get out and have some fun. I have all the arrangements set up and have sent you a box filled with the clothes you will be wearing this evening.


Yours truly,
Ace


shaking her head and smiling softly as she read through the email. She tried figure out who exactly it was that has sent her the invitation. Her alias Verity had been used and there were few people that knew her by that name, but the ones who did she would never forget. But she still was uncertain as to who it was. Shrugging it off she continued on back to her normal business emails. Until there came a knock at the door. Looking a little cautious she stood up and slid her robe on and walked over to the door. Looking through the peep hole she noticed that it was only a butler. Smiling she unlocked the door and opened it.

"How may I help you?"

She asked the man standing before her. Her eyes danced upon his body. Dressed in a nice suit with his hair done to perfection. Licking her lips her eyes slowly slid back up his body to meet his face. Only to realize the smirk that was now upon his lips. Smiling softly she waited.*

"I have a package for you ma'am"

He said to her as he handed her the box that was red and had a black ribbon wrapped around it, and then the letter on top of it that was a black almost silk like envelop with Verity written in red upon it. Smiling she took the package and letter from the butler and nodded her head softly.*

"Thank you"

She said to him as she closed her door and locked it once more. Walking over to her bed she sat the box down and opened up the letter being careful not to ruin its beauty. Smiling she opened up the letter and a piece of black silk ribbon fell from within it.

My Sweet Verity,

Tonight you will have to keep an open mind, for you will probably see things you have not seen before, and do things that you never dreamed of doing. But with that also you will learn and broaden your horizons. Please join us Verity in our search this evening, our search to explore our wicked desires. We hope to see you there, for you have no excuse not to come. We have given you clothes that you will wear, and the ribbon that fell from this letter I wish for you to wrap it around your neck my sweet. I will see you soon. For tonight the rogue's will come out to play.

Truly yours,
Ace


Smiling she flipped the page of the letter only to find that, that had only been a personal note. She was not sure about doing this, but at the same point in time, she could not come up with any reasons she would not be able to do this either. Smiling she sighed softly and continued to read what else it had to say.



As she read the riddle her jaw dropped and she stood there silent and still. Shaking her head she tried to convince herself of reasons not to do this.. But she was single...She did not have a family of her own...all she did was work....so what was the harm in a little fun after all. Smiling she decided that she would participate. Setting the letter down she went to the box and untied the black silk that had been wrapped around it. Opening it she smiled as she saw what had been chosen for her. A black silk corset...Which would show her beauties off tonight and a black skirt that matched the top beautifully. Pulling the corset and skirt out she smiled and then realized a pair of red lace underwear and a red lace bra, underneath that laid a simple black masquerade mask. Smiling she shook her head. She still had no idea who was doing this but she put on the clothes. And smiled as they fit her perfectly shaping her curves beautifully.

Walking over to her closet she grabbed her black heels and pulled them on, thankfully she had just gotten a pedicure and a french manicure done so her toes matched her nails. Tipped in red instead of white, with black slashes through them. As those were her favorite colors. Walking over to her mirror she fixed her hair and allowed her beautiful blond curls to hang loosely around her shoulders. Touching up her make up she looked over herself in the mirror. She felt a little over dressed but well this was what her mysterious person had chosen for her. Then taking the black silk ribbon she tied it around her neck placing the strands that hung down on her back, after that she put on the mask. Smiling she looked at herself although she felt over dressed, she felt beautiful and scandalous at the same time.

Smiling she walked out of her room and into the hall where the same butler as before was standing there. As he saw her walk out of her room he only motioned for her to follow and then led her to where she would need to be. Walking into the room she took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Maybe she would just check it out and see what it was like. She still felt over dressed, but she was trusting in Ace to get her through this evening. She still was unsure as to just who he was. But she pushed her thoughts back and walked into the room. Finding her self an empty seat seemed fairly easy. Sitting at the table she could feel the eyes watching her she knew someone was...but she didn't know who. As a waiter walked by carrying glasses of wine she grabbed one from the tray and slowly started to drink. She would need it tonight.

The Mask

Verity and Ace

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Ace.... it was of course, a nickname... not associated with the man whom would be directing the 'festivities' for the evening, and perhaps beyond. At first, it had been but an idea... a concept. It had been a fantasy of his... for the longest time now... since he had first met her actually. The idea of bringing a plan into fruition... it was interesting indeed.

Damian was his real name... a name that was easily remembered, but not easily forgotten. He had met her upon the beach one day... they had ended up in reclining chairs next to one another, and had struck up a chord. From there, things had become interesting indeed.

They had had their little romps, and moving on from that... his fantasies had become what they were. The truth was Ace had been created to explore those fantasies, allowing him the forum he needed in order to bring this idea into reality. Damian had been born into money... old money that was never gone... an endless well of resources, allowing him to splurge upon what he wished.

Even as he took to the guise though... even as he sent the e-mail his heart thundered within his chest. He wondered to himself if she would appreciate the riddles... whether she would be able to understand the meaning. Yet even as he put his plan into motion, he simply shrugged. If things worked out... it would be quite the interesting night. If not... well then that would be the end of that.

Ace would not stalk her... he wasn't harmful... he simply wanted her to appreciate what it was to be cherished, and desired in the ways that she deserved. He took his fountain pen upon that fateful night, and scrawled fluidly the first of many notes. Geoffrey, his butler, she did not know. She had never met anyone BUT Damian... she didn't have any connection between the man whom had brought the note, and the actual man.

As she made her way into the main floor's 'bar' and entertainment room though he watched her from across the room. Delved into the shadows Damian had long earlier chosen that place... it was by the bar, a place he would 'use' as a part of his 'games' for the evening. Even as he saw her take a glass of water though, he took out the second card, and set it onto the bar for a moment, his hand upon it.

He had ordered her favorite drink, a pinapple upside down martini, and even as it was set onto the tray to be taken to her, he placed the card beneath it. He smiled to himself, knowing it would get her attention, as the card fit directly under the glass, and on the top side which was showing, was the image of the sky... clouds and blue sky. On the flip side though was written neatly though...


He hoped she would figure it out... he had it set up... the card he had used was from one of the outdoor balcony that overlooked the gardens. He had of course removed the specific area's logo, but he was sure she would figure it out. She had once mentioned to him she loved the balcony. From there, another card awaited her... with some more... scandalous directions and titillation to be had!

Damian, and Ace alike lurked, watching her, waiting for the 'festivities' to begin!

Verity

Verity sat there. Receiving the drink she smiled as she realized the card. Seeing the picture on the front her smile brightened. Flipping it over she read it to herself. Her mind swam with possibilities. She figured she might as well start now before waiting to long and thinking to hard about it.

Finishing her drink before she left she headed off to the 7th floor of the hotel. Looking around she headed down the hall. She figured she would try her favorite place first. She knew the room well, it was the one that she had stayed with him in. As the memories passed through her body she warmed immensely.

Making her way to the room she took a deep breath and pushed the door open walking inside. The fact that the door was unlocked seemed odd to her but she continued on. The room looked as it always had. Walking over to the sliding glass doors she pulled them open and walked outside.

Ace watched her as she contemplated it to herself, a smile crossing his lips as the realization clearly took hold of her. He slipped out the nearby door, she moving carefully, while he moved tenaciously as well as confidently. Even as she pushed open the doors he was already there, though hidden within the shadows. The night sky stretched on seemingly for an eternity, and even as she sought out the reasoning behind the room, he had it prepared. He had unlocked it well before her coming, a small bribe to the consierge of the front desk had afforded him the key for the evening.

It shouldn't have surprised her though.. whomever her mystery lover was, he had obviously planned this. Even as she made her way in though, there was but a table that was not normally there, along with what appeared to be a dressing screen, much like the one's that women of the middle ages had used to cover themselves as they changed their clothing. She could tell that on the other side, whomever it was resided... it was a three panelled screen though, it set up by the wall, so she could not see her rogue admirer.

He had cut three small holes, clearly large enough for hands to slide through... much like a glory hole within the hostels of the middle east... this was more... private though. Upon the table sat a folded card, it about the size of a greeting card, upon the front was the image of a midnight sky. Even as she would go through to the card, the door's closer automatically closed the door, it sliding silently, the only sound a light click.

Upon the card's interior though was a small note of course... it the theme... this room had been decorated much like an arabian sultans room... pillows leaned against walls, the scent of jasmine filling the air. It was mixed with a slight hint of lavender, they mixing quite well. Even as he watched her though, the card read...


There was a red silken scarf which was laid upon the table, and even as she would take it, she could feel it's texture within her hands. As she began to wring it though, a slight oil rubbed onto her hands... she seeing a second portion of the note, the more... direct part was easily within her eye sight.


After all the second part of the riddle had stated that when she had found this room, she would have a rogue making a fair maiden cry out... she was his maiden... she always had been. This first stop would have him touching her over her clothing... but sometimes, clothing could become a crux that was more annoyance instead of enjoyment. Damian watched her though, his face hidden behind his own mask... tonight was about unidentifiable lovers.

Only in the morning, would the truth come out.

Verity

The silky oil in her hands seemed to heat up as she massaged it into her legs. The looking at herself she took a deep breath as she finished to massage what she had on her hands into her skin. Sliding the skirt off she set it across the table. Slowly undoing the corset she laid it down. Only leaving on the lace thong and bra.

Taking the scarf into her hands she squeezed more oil from it. Continuing her tease on her body she massaged it into her stomach and up to her chest slowly and tauntingly. The thoughts of him came back to her, all the nights they had spent together, him offering her to come and live with him. She had refused and later she lived to regret that.

Shaking that thought away she continued on to her arms. The oil heated up and relaxed all the muscles in her body. Walking over to the wall she placed her back to the wall. The strands of the silk hanging down the center of her back from where it was wrapped around her neck, her mask still in place as she stood there waiting and wondering what was to come next.

He watched her, his eyes upon her as she began with the oil. Her bending over had a soft groan from him, he keeping it to himself, though he didn't keep the hardness of his erection from forming. Long ago they had shared a time... a time almost like this, only without the masks, without this intrigue. She had been looking for fun... he had been looking for love. Long ago, an eternity it seemed that they had broken apart... yet he had never forgotten her.

He had chosen that oil carefully... it a relaxing warming 'massage oil' that she could feel worked wonders. Even as 'Ace' watched her titilating herself, he watched silently, the show was devine. As she moved to the wall though and turned her back, he reached through the top hole, she feeling the silk of the neck was pulled through the hole, he tying it gently to the metal framing in a tie that if she pulled too hard, it would come undone, but tight enough for her to feel that she wasn't moving away.

" My lady..." His voice was using a changer... he having thought of everything to keep the mystery alive, and even as he spoke, she felt hands sliding through the side holes, fingers scraping over her sides gently as he knew the spots to touch the entice shivers to run through her. His fingers gently tantilized her flesh, up along her sides, and even as he watched her body, he was 'exploring as well'.

He pulled his hands back though, there a small table set up beside him, and even as he dipped his hands into more of the oil, his hands soon returned, gliding over her flesh until it glistened, soft sensual strokes mixing with firmer erotic teases. He stayed particularily away from the parts of her body covered with the silk... she knowing now that for this first 'session' of the evening was to be truly a case of torturous desire of a rogue eliciting the cries of his mysterious lady!

Their roles set... she unable to see anything but the oiled hands that tantilized and stimulated her! He wanted her to enjoy herself... it had been a long time!

Verity

Verity stood there. His hands caressing her lovingly and erotically. Soft moans passed her lips. She wanted to be closer to see him, to feel him completely. Most of all though she wanted to know who it was. She envisioned the man from long ago. The first and only man she was ever with in this hotel.

Her mind swam with their memories as her heart soared. She wished she could go back in time and change things, but it was to late for that. For now she would allow herself to enjoy this erotic session. Taking her hands she caressed his tenderly. Her fingers sliding up his arms till the wall stopped her.

He smiled to himself as her soft moans escaped her lips... the look on her face he was sure was priceless... the mystery added only to it all. Even as he felt her hands sliding along his arms though his hands turned, she feeling the second part of the first 'act' of the evening, as he drew her hands back and through the holes in the screen... he had her slide them through, it also causing her back to arch a bit, and even as he did, he smiled.

One hand took a small scarf, she feeling the silk wrapping in a loop around her wrist, before he connected it to the framing... and even as he finished, he did the same for the other. She was now 'tied' with her hands through the screen, along with her arms and wrists. She could tell he hadn't tied her tightly, that at any time this game could end with his choosing. He was willing to bet that she wouldn't end it though.

Damian himself had slimmed up since last she had saw him... that, and he was wearing all black, along with a mask that covered the top half of his head completly. She saw out of the corner of her eye though the screen sliding open in one panel, the 'dark rogue' slipping out from behind, and even as he looked her over, he reached out, a finger nail dragging in a circle over her quivering belly, before his other hand produced an egg shaped vibrator.

With but a look, he flipped it on, the thing humming to life, and pulling the hem of her pantied out from the front of her body, he placed the vibrator inside, before releasing the elastic. She could feel it immediatly touching her there, as he bowed slightly to her and stepped back, to watch the effects of his 'ladies' pleasure!

Verity

Her body quivered as he watched her. Her head dropped back to the make shift wall that was there. Her hips began moving to their own accord. Each vibration pulling another moan from her as they got louder and louder. She was close to her climax she figured that was what he had wanted.

Licking her lips she stared at him as the ecstasy slammed into her. Her cries filled the air around them as each wave hit her, the toy still doing what it was made to do inside of her. Licking her lips she looked at him up and down.

"Kiss me please..."

She begged him, her words broken by her moans as she stood there. Her legs quivering but her eyes never leaving his.

He watched as she shook, her entire form glistening with the oil that she had rubbed into her own skin, the night was warm, the breeze gentle.. so even as he watched her licking her lips, he silently watched her in her ecstasy. Her pleasure was what this night was all about... and this was the first 'stop' of her journey with him this night! She probably thought that this was the only stop, but that he would do many things to her here, but that, was where she was wrong.

As she begged for him to kiss her though, a slight shake of his head accompanied by the soft smile upon his lips as he 'denied her'. " This is but one stop upon your journey this evening my lovely lady." His voice was different then the man she might know... that was done on purpose, so that she wouldn't know him directly away. Even as he turned though, he set another card upon the table, before he looked to her.

" The game is but begun." He purred. The 'ties' he had bound her with were loose, so that at any time she could release herself from her bondage... and with that, he turned and left the room, heading to the next 'stop' on their journey that evening. He left her with the vibrating egg to 'keep her company' as she freed herself, her rogue taking to the night as he should.

Upon the card though was a second clue... a clue that would lead her through to one of the private lounges of the hotel. He had rented the room at a good cost, but cost wasn't important to him... it never had been. She was the important one... she was the one whom he needed and wanted to have the enjoyment with that evening. Yet the card read.


It was slightly more cryptic then the last clue... but they had shared a night in the lounge... the carpeting on the floor was a plush cherry red, the ceiling was a light blue. There he had prepared the next 'stop', though a small note at the end of the card read.

Reading the words over and over again Verity stood there. She was contemplating what to do. Looking around the empty room she took a seat on one of the chairs. Finding the controller for the egg she turned the intensity of it down for a while. Sitting there she read and re-read those words over and over again trying to figure it out.

Of course none of this made any sense to her now. He had denied her the thing that she wanted the most. She didn't know how to feel about any of this. But then he wanted to keep this going, but he had referred to it as a game. She didn't like that. She felt as if she was being toyed with. As if her life was a simple game. Sitting there her thoughts ran for miles.

Shaking the off she figured she would try a few different rooms of the hotel and see what she could fine.

She was not a toy... nor was she simply someone to play with and then toss aside when he was 'bored' of her. The truth was Damian would never be bored of her. Whom in their right mind would go through all of this trouble, setting all of this up specifically for her, if they were but fooling with her? The answer would be simple to that query, if she but thought closely about it.

He did not know she would take offense to the term game. To him, all of this was a game.. an exploration of themselves, leading towards a grand finale. He did not intend to insult her, nor to harm her. Even as he had slid out of the room, he had went to the next, the lounge. It was but one floor lower, closer to the ground... the carpeting on the floor was a lighter red, giving her that hint to the clue.

He wished but to please her, to make her happy... and even as he waited for her, he found himself anxious... wondering to himself whether he had slighted her by denying her the kiss. The kiss was for this next part... she simply did not know it just yet.

Verity

After two of the rooms she had tried she finally made her way to the lounge. Seeing the red carpet a soft smile touched her lips. As if it had reassured her. Walking into the room she smiled as she looked around and took everything in that she saw.

She did not know what was going to happen tonight, she didn't know who it was anymore. At first she had hoped it would be him, the him from her past, but now that he had denied her the kiss. She highly doubted it would be him.

Standing there her thoughts swirled all around her as she waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for this time, but she waited regardless.

He had begun to wonder if she would find the room, when he heard the clicking of the doorknob. He was standing across the room, her rogue, the proprietor of this night... these events. Even as he listened to her breathing, smelled the scent of her body within the room, she could see he was pleased she had arrived.

Yet he reached out and pushing the dial on a three dial light set, the outer lights of the room dimmed... leaving the center open and lighted. Upon the center was a table, a card awaiting her perusal. He would not apologize for denying her that kiss the last time... since well... everything within this evening had been planned. She could of course remove the mask at any time, but doing so somehow, she knew that unless it was the final 'act' of this play... it would ruin the entire event, bringing it to a premature ending.

Even as he waited within the darkness, he looked to her. Upon the card was written.


Beside the card was a silken blindfold, she could tell that he wasn't going to deny her her kiss this time... but she would not see the man whom was tasting of her flesh. He watched her though, a soft sigh escaping him. " There is but one more room after this one, in our journey tonight... it will be filled with pleasure, wrought between us. I asked only that you would keep a very open mind, I ask that still, as we proceed tonight."

It was up to her... she could let the events continue, exploring more and more of herself, or she could end this now, never knowing whom her rogue was, never knowing it was he whom had fallen so far and 'hard' for her.

Verity

Verity stood there. Taking a deep breath she wrapped the blindfold around the mask. Tying it behind her head she stood there unsure what she was to do next. She didn't know what she agreed to continue this, something in her told her to, some part of her wanted to.

Standing there she became unsure of herself, unable to see anything around her. Licking her lips she wrapped her arms around herself. Her hands caressing her arms gently. Her body so tender to every little thing right now. She was aroused, confused, intrigued. She didn't know which way to go with it, and now on top of it all she was blind.

He could see her pick up the silken piece, the soft thing wrapping around her head, and even as she looked unsure, he simply smiled. There was a certain thrill to not knowing what would come next, there was a certain mystery that was needed in order to make this all the better. He was confident she would not regret this... and even as she wrapped her arms around herself, he moved and she could feel his hands take ahold of hers, holding her hands at her sides.

" There is nothing to fear." He purred, his voice different from anything she knew, it was all a part of the game. As he held her hands he moved his lips and gently traced them over hers. Not a full kiss, but a taste of a promise, a promise that she would feel his lips before long.

He would have asked why she was confused though... there was no reason to be confused. This was a journey of the body, the desires, and even as he held her hands, fingers interlaced with hers, his lips pressed again, this time more fully, desire, mystery, and erotisism combining. He cared not that she was intrigued... he wanted her intrigued.

The mystery was there though... where would he touch next, where would he kiss next. Now the reason for his not kissing her before made more sense... yet it had been hard for him as well.. he had wanted nothing more then to press his lips to hers, to slide her panties to the side with a finger and slam into her.. but he controlled himself, wanting to have this exploration of feelings and desires with her.

Feeling his lips trace over hers a soft shiver ran through her body. Her thoughts raced as her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to taste him, to feel his lips press fully against hers. She wanted to be able to touch him as she looked deep into his eyes. The more she allowed herself to think about it the harder her heart seemed to pound. Hearing his words another shudder coursed through her body. Licking her lips she stood there unsure of where he was now.

"Please touch me.....let me feel you."

She begged him in a hushed whisper. She began to think about the night to try and peace together who it could be. She thought it could be Damian, it would make sense. But she figured that was hoping for a bit much. He had offered her everything and she turned him away. Oh how she regretted that now, and had for so long. Standing there her heart beat began to slow as the memories of them formed in her mind....

This couldn't be Damian she told herself. The voice was off, and that was all she really had at this point. It wasn't his voice, of course it was not a voice that she could place either. Her mind started to race again and she became worried about who this could possibly be.

He had intentially used a voice changer, so that she wouldn't know his voice right off. After all he had a rather distinctive voice, and he did not want to 'leave it at that'... otherwise the masquerade of the mystery would have been gone in the first five minutes! He had heard her whispered begging, it bringing a smile to her lips. That told him that she was enjoying this.

" Of course." it was a simple reply... but one filled with truth. Even as he watched her though he could tell she went from excited to tense, he moving around her, though as he returned to being before her, he took her hands, she feeling how he placed them upon the smooth hard bare flesh of his stomach. That was her first hint that he had taken his shirt off... but left his pants on.

The next hint was his lips pressing gently to hers... and even as he sold that kiss, it only deepened, he sighing even as he enjoyed the sounds of her desires. He knew that this would make her hot and desiring... but he had no idea just how much so... that it would affect him as well.

He had been stung by her before... yet he had returned for one last hurrah... he hoped not to have her again... he simply knew that he needed to share this night from her. She had scorned him... he knew not her true feelings... for now, the masquerade hunt went on!

As she felt his kiss, her heart soared. Her lips pressing to him, being able to taste him on her, being able to feel him near her. Standing there the world spun and everything around her disappeared from her senses. All that was left was him.

Feeling his skin beneath her fingers she continued to kiss him. The softness and the heat of him soaking into her. Her body hummed at the contact and slowly her mind came back to reality thinking of Damian. Standing there she froze pulling back from the kiss. Her thoughts rolled as she stood there thinking.

She needed to find him again, to write him an email, to call him something, anything more than nothing at all. Her heart broke as she stood there the memories of him infiltrating all of her senses, his touch, his scent everything.

She had not been with anything since him, and being this close to another man felt so wrong. She simply needed him.


Slowly beginning to pull the blind fold from her eyes she licked her lips.

"I'm sorry I can not do this."

Her voice cracking at was going on inside of her.