Page 104 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And how did we fuck you?”

“You fucked my pussy, Daddy.” She hesitates.

“And how does Flex fuck you?” I know she wants this, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. I’m the only man who’s ever fucked Freya. After tonight, that will no longer be the case, and I never thought of myself as a jealous man until her. Now, at this moment, I don’t want the answer to my question.

“He fucks my mouth, Daddy.” Her voice quivers as she allows herself to ask for what she needs.

“Very well. Flex, take your dick out and show my little one what she does to you.” He’s hard as a rock. Who wouldn’t be? She’s gorgeous, submissive, and she’s asking to be fucked.

I position myself over her, loosening the restraints before helping her stand and turning her to face Flex.

He slowly unzips his fly, pushing his pants down just enough for his dick to spring free, hard and ready for her.

“Where should we fuck you, little one? The bed? The table?” I run my fingers down her arms, lacing her hands with mine. “Shall I spread you on my table and let Flex see how wet your pretty little cunt is?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her breaths are shallow, her breasts heavy as she watches Flex fist the base of his dick.

I walk her over to the table. “Spread your legs, little one.” She does as I ask, and I secure her in the leather cuffs. “Arms too.”

When I have her completely at my mercy—our mercy—I stand at her back, caressing her ass.

“She’s a good little girl, Master Harrison. A credit to your training.” Flex continues to stroke his dick as he moves closer to the other side of the table toward Freya’s mouth. “Tell me, little one, has he taught you how to deep throat a cock properly?”

I fucking bristle at his use of my pet name. He’s just doing what we’ve always done, but this is different. She’s mine.

He takes another step toward her. “Open your mouth.” She doesn’t comply, and a surge of adrenaline courses through me. “Open your mouth, little one.”

“Don’t fucking call her that. She’s mine,” I roar. Flex doesn’t even look phased as if he were expecting this reaction.

“Lavender,” Freya exclaims, and my heart skips a beat.

“What is it, little one?”

“I’m done. I don’t want to do this. I’m sorry, Daddy, but I want the only man I’ve slept with to be you.”

Flex steps back with a smug grin on his face. He knew this was going to happen. I’m the only idiot who thought Freya needed this.

“Close your eyes, little one.” She does as I ask without question. I round the table and gesture to Flex to sit back in the corner. My little one will enjoy performing for him, but the only hands that will be touching her are mine.

“Open your mouth.”

“Daddy…”

“Trust me, Freya.” She opens her mouth, waiting like the good little girl I know her to be.

I reach for my dick, working the base before stepping forward and brushing her lips with the tip.

“Keep it open, little one.” I ease inside the wet warmth of her mouth. “That’s it, take Daddy’s dick like a good girl.” She moans around my dick, the vibration of her humming with delight sends a shiver down my spine.

“She takes you well,” Flex interjects from across the room, startling Freya, but she keeps working my dick.

“You hear that, little one? You take my dick so well. Do you want Flex to stay and watch me come all over your face?

“Yes, Daddy.”

Flex sits back in the chair, his fist wrapped around the base of his dick, working it in long, strong strokes as Freya takes every last inch of me, still shackled to the table.

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