Violet's POV
"When I touch you, when I have my hands inside of you, you address me as Daddy." he whispered before kissing my ear.
"Okay, daddy." I replied in a hushed tone and then he signaled me to concentrate on Mr. Grey mask, and I did, I looked at him. He started palming himself, from above his dress pants.
Daddy's hand went underneath my dress and he started touching me, caressing my skin. I was only watching Mr. Grey mask, I felt myself drip more, when I heard the whimper he let out.
I breathed heavily when I heard Daddy opening his zipper, and his button, I felt his hand slip inside my panties and my breath hitched.
He started stroking me very gently, and as I looked at his hand underneath my dress I felt Mr. Blue mask eyes on me and I looked over but Daddy noticed and scoffed before his other hand grabbed my jaw, "No sweetheart, you look at the Grey mask guy or at me, understood?" He asked with a voice so dominant that I nodded. He gently slapped my pussy at that "Use your pretty mouth to answer me, Violet." he ordered.
I let out a whimper, "Yes, Daddy." I said and he hummed.
His hand was rubbing my clit now, massaging it softly, and Mr. Grey mask has fastened his speed on his cock staring at me as I moaned. Daddy's hand started moving at the same speed in my clit, adding some pressure to make it more pleasurable.
I saw Mr. Grey mask throwing back his head and moaning, and I moaned loudly as well because I was pretty close. He jerked as he reached his climax, and I screamed as I joined him but Daddy didn't stop. He kept rubbing my clit softly, before placing a kiss on my shoulder.
"I'm going to free you, but only because I want to undress you." Daddy said loudly, for everyone to hear.
He freed my hand and started undressing me. The dress came off first. Then my bra and panties, leaving only my red mask.
"Darling, would you prefer laying down?" Mr. Grey mask asked and I nodded.
"Let's head over." he said, and Daddy helped me walked towards the big bed.
Mr. Blue mask got on top of me and started kissing my neck slowly pushing me down onto the bed, "You belong to us, Violet. Do you understand?" He whispered in my ear, making me moan.
"Speak, do you understand?" He repeated.
"Y… yes, I do." I replied, stuttering a little.
"Now, spread your legs wide and hands above your head."
*****
I sat up so fast I nearly headbutted the headboard.
I just sat there, breathing hard, both hands pressed to my face.
The apartment was bright, the cool evening breeze doing absolutely nothing to soften the edges of what I'd just remembered. Or dreamed. Or… God, I didn't know. I didn't know, and that was the problem, that had always been the problem, because the line between what had actually happened and what my sleeping brain had decided to construct was so blurry it may as well not exist.
A black mask. Then… I pressed my fingers harder against my eyes, trying to hold the image still… a grey one. Different hands, different energy, quieter somehow but no less…
And then blue.
Three masks. Three men. And me, apparently, completely at peace with all of this.
I flopped back against the pillow.
"Why," I asked the ceiling, "can I not remember a single face."
Not one. Not a jaw, not a nose, not anything useful. Just the masks and the hands and the sound of my own voice saying things that I, Violet, a very decent woman would never say in ordinary circumstances.
Except apparently I would. Apparently circumstances had not needed to be that extraordinary.
I rolled onto my side and stared at the wall.
The black mask man had smiled while touching me. I remembered that. The grey mask had been quieter, more intense as he touched himself. The blue - I pressed my eyes shut, grasping - the blue… what had the blue been doing?
God. Did any of this happen or did I simply dream it all.
And I was a woman with a very active and very concerning imagination.
"I need their names," I said, to no one. "I need one name. One face. Anything."
The apartment offered nothing.
"Useless," I muttered to myself.
The key in the lock made me pull the duvet up by reflex.
"Vi?" Maddy's voice, then footsteps, then the sound of bags being set down in the kitchen. "I know you're awake, I can hear you thinking from the hallway."
I emerged from the duvet.
Maddy appeared in the bedroom doorway holding a container of jollof rice, a bag of provisions on each arm, and the expression of a woman who had rehearsed something on the way over.
"Before you say anything," she started.
"Maddy…"
"No, me first." She set everything down on the dresser. "I shouldn't have done that this morning. The whole - storming off, the I have a life too speech." She winced slightly. "That was too much."
"It really wasn't." I sat up properly. "Maddy, I put you through an awful night. You called hospitals. You called Aunt Ruth." I paused. "How bad was she?"
Maddy sat on the edge of the bed. "She lit three candles."
I closed my eyes. "Oh no."
"And called her pastor."
"Maddy, I am so sorry…"
"And may have started a prayer chain."
"Oh my God."
"People were praying for your safe return and you were…" she gestured vaguely at my general existence… "wherever you were."
"I am so sorry." I grabbed her hand. "Genuinely. I'm sorry for disappearing, I'm sorry for not staying close, I'm sorry for being so reckless, I'm sorry about everything…"
"Okay, okay." She squeezed my hand back and then pulled me into a hug that was tight enough to communicate everything the words had been dancing around. I held on.
We stayed like that for a moment.
"Never again," I said into her shoulder.
"Never again," she agreed, in the tone of someone who'd heard this before but was choosing to believe it anyway, which was the very best kind of believing.
She pulled back, looked at my face, brushed something off my cheek, and reached into her bag.
"Here." She produced a folded piece of paper and held it out.
I took it. Unfolded it.
A list. Neat, typed, six companies with their vacancy descriptions and contact details and deadlines, formatted like someone had taken care with it.
I looked up. "Where did you get this?"
"Someone pinned it to the notice board at work this morning." She shrugged. "No name, no note. Just the list. I took a picture and printed it on my way here." She tilted her head. "Good ones too. Actually good companies."