Page 20 of The Masquerade: Room 2

I do as he asks, my hand trembling as I drop my phone on the bed, my entire body undulating as I circle my clit, the bed wet with my cum as I crash over the edge, moaning for him, wishing he was here with me. Touching me. Driving me wild.

“Yes… oh God, yes… Sir… you feel so good, Daddy… yes!”

It takes me a couple of minutes to compose myself, riding out the aftershocks before grabbing my phone. I can’t send this to him, especially not the end. I don’t know why I said that. It’s so wrong.

Sir: I’m waiting. Send it to me now. It’s not a request. I’d hate to have to punish you on your first night as my submissive in training.

My sex pulses at his words. How does he know what I’m thinking? I open the voice memo, listening back to me screaming for him. I crop it before I said it. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Sending him the sound of me coming. I’ve never made myself come this hard before, a sheen of sweat covering my body. Once I’ve sent it, I head for the bathroom and fill the tub, adding a generous amount of bubbles.

He doesn’t answer right away, leaving me embarrassed, wondering if he didn’t enjoy what he heard. Maybe real submissives are better at this. I never question myself in any other aspect of my life, but this—sex—I have trouble being confident.

I’m submerged in the tub, my hand drifting between my legs once more when my phone vibrates, pulling me out of a pleasure haze. I nervously open his message.

Sir: You are not to touch yourself again unless I say so. Understood?

Me: Yes, Sir.

When he doesn’t elaborate, I start to worry.

Me: Was I bad?

Sir: Yes.

My heart drops into my stomach.

Sir: You altered the recording, didn’t you? I know what you sound like when you come, little one. I’ve been playing it on a loop in my head for weeks. You cut it off before you were done.

Me: I’m sorry. I was embarrassed.

Sir: We’ll discuss this further at the club.

Me: Okay.

I sink beneath the surface, hating how vulnerable I am at this moment. I displeased him, and I don’t like the way it feels. My phone vibrates.

Sir: Don’t be embarrassed. You never have to feel that way with me. You’re fucking resplendent when you come. Your pleasure is mine from here on out. Got it?

Me: Yes, Sir.

Sir: Good girl. Now, get some rest. You’re going to need it.

Me: Goodnight.

Sir: Goodnight, little one.

Resplendent. My heart is full as I clean up and get ready for bed. I’m like a kid at Christmas. Two sleeps left until I’m his.

My hands tremble as I tie my mask in place in the elevator. I bought a new mask in a similar lavender hue as I wore to the masquerade ball. Tonight, I’m wearing a black bodycon dress and my favorite heels, hoping they’ll give me the confidence to strut through this club like I belong here.

As the doors ping open to the Venom lobby, my breath catches, anticipation unfurling deep in my core. I’m going to see him tonight.

There’s a gentleman dressed all in black—some kind of security guard, I guess.

“Hello.” I almost squeak.

“Good evening, ma’am.” He doesn’t seem phased by my mask, and it has me wondering if other people conceal their identity here.

“I wonder if you can help me. I’m supposed to go to room two, but I don’t know where that is.”

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