Page 19 of The Masquerade: Room 2

I want him to know.

Me: I spread my legs at my desk.

Sir: Spreading your legs like a filthy little sub. Tell me, did you touch yourself?

A thrill courses through me that he thinks I’m dirty.

Me: No, Sir.

Sir: Are you sure you haven’t done any training as a submissive?

Me: None. I have no experience, but I’m hoping you will help me fix that.

Sir: Oh, I will, little one. You must be frustrated.

Me: Yes, Sir.

Sir: I’ll make an exception this once. Usually, I wouldn’t let you touch what’s mine, but you were such a good girl today. You should be rewarded for spreading those beautiful legs of yours. I want you to go and lie on your bed. Hitch up your skirt and tell me when you’ve done it.

My pulse is racing as I walk to the bedroom, my breathing shallow as I crawl onto the bed and pull my skirt up to my waist. I’ve done this so many times before, yet it feels brand new, as if he’s in the room with me.

Me: I’m on the bed.

Sir: Good girl. Now, spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, the way you did for me at the club.

Me: Done.

Sir: Slide your hand down your body until you reach that perfect pussy. Tell me how it feels.

I do as he asks, about ready to detonate when my fingers make contact with my sex.

Me: It’s warm and wet.

Sir: Of course it is. Your cunt is ready for me, even now. Be a good girl and push one finger inside, then put it up to your mouth and taste how fucking sweet you are.

My cheeks blush as I do exactly that, my sex clenching around my finger, making it slick with arousal. I’ve never tasted myself before, and it feels forbidden.

Me: What next?

Sir: How do you taste?

Me: Like honey, but almost metallic on my tongue.

Sir: Your cunt tastes divine, little one. I’m looking forward to feasting on you again. Now, insert two fingers, making sure you coat them well before slipping up to your clit. Soft circles. Lazy. Like you have all the time in the world to enjoy every fucking ounce of pleasure.

Me: I wish it were your hand.

Sir: It’ll be my cock soon enough.

I can’t contain the groan of delight and anticipation. I want to know what it feels like to have him grinding his hips into me, filling me with that beautiful cock. I’ve dreamed of it every night since I watched him jerk off at the club. My phone buzzes at my side, and I grab it one-handed, desperate for more of him.

Sir: That’s it, little one. It’s my hand caressing your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

Sir: Feel how wet you are for me. Imagine the head of my cock pressing into you. You’ll take every hard inch like a good little girl, won’t you?

Me: Yes, Sir. I’m so close.

Sir: Open the voice recorder on your phone. I want to hear you come for me, little one.

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