Page 21 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Follow me.” He doesn’t crack a smile, and I fall in step behind him, my heart racing when he stops outside a door with a simple gold ‘2’ marked on it. Handing me a key card, he turns on his heel. “Have a pleasant evening.”

I stand frozen to the spot, staring down at the matte black card with an embossed ‘V’ on one side. Taking in a shaky breath, I hold it to the handle, listening to the soft click before pushing my way inside.

He’s not here yet. A pang of disappointment hits, but it allows me to take in my surroundings. There’s a cross on one side of the room with metal cuffs hanging from each spar. A massive bed sits against the opposite wall, big enough for more than two people. I can’t help wondering if he’s had more than one person in here at a time. Will he expect that of me?

There is a large chest of drawers close to the door, and a bouquet of red roses sit atop it with a note. The sumptuous red matches the décor—decadent and luxurious. I make my way toward it, the penmanship elegant.

Little One

You’ll find everything you need on the bed. I left some lingerie for you to wear and instructions on how I want you waiting for me.

I’ll give you some time to get ready.

My gaze snaps to the bed. I didn’t notice the underwear. It’s black, the same color as the bedding. I would describe it as a few scraps of lace—barely enough to cover my breasts and even less to cover my sex. My pussy. Celest told me to stop calling it my ‘sex.’ Apparently, it will give me away as inexperienced.

I place my purse on the nightstand before gripping the hem of my dress and dragging it up my body. I change clothes at the gym in a locker room full of women all the time, and yet stripping for no one in this room has my body vibrating. Dropping my dress to the floor, I slip out of my heels and slide my panties off. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I find myself completely naked, and my pussy is already throbbing with anticipation.

The lingerie fits perfectly, and I take in the sight of myself in an ornate, full-length gilded mirror in one corner. I look?—

Reading his instructions has my pulse racing, my eyes shooting to a corner of the room with black ropes hanging from the wall. I make my way over to them, running my fingers over the self-tightening ropes. Facing the wall, I slip my hands through them before lowering my knees to the floor and sitting on my heels.

The loops tighten around my wrists, holding my arms above my head with just enough bite to be uncomfortable. My heart is hammering in my chest as I follow the last of his instructions, dropping my head and lowering my gaze to the floor.

Now, I wait.

Chapter 5

PIERCE

The security guard informed me that my little one arrived forty-five minutes ago, right on time. I had him take her directly to my room, bypassing the bar in case she didn’t arrive wearing her mask. Taking her request seriously, I want to wait until she’s ready to show me her face.

It’s taken all of my self-restraint to leave her to explore my room and situate herself. We have so much to talk through tonight, and I need to keep a clear head. If I had my way, I’d chain her to the wall and devour her cunt for hours, but if she’s to be my submissive in training, we have to set the ground rules. Tonight will be a testament to self-control.

Downing the last of my drink, I reach into my pocket as I navigate through the bar, stopping outside the door to my private room. When I’ve secured my mask in place, I hold my key card to the door handle, take a deep breath, and enter.

Holy fuck.

I’ve imagined this moment since that night in the voyeur hall, but she is even more breathtaking. Her ass is fucking perfect as she sits on her heels, unable to see me with her head down and arms roped above her head.

My cock stirs in my pants, already getting hard at the sight of her, waiting and ready for me. She flinches as the door clicks shut, and I flip the lock. I loosen my tie before discarding it on the chest of drawers and roll up the sleeves of my crisp white shirt. The rapid rise and fall of my chest betray my usually calm, collected nature when I’m in this room. It’s something akin to nerves, and I’m not accustomed to it.

She looks edible, and all I can see is her back, the scrap of the lace thong I had her put on, highlighting her cheeks to perfection. Walking toward her, I hear her sharp intake of breath as I get closer until I’m standing at her back.

Reaching out, I ghost my fingers over her shoulder. “Good evening, little one,” I say, caressing her neck before slipping my hand under her chin. “You may look at me.” I force her head back to look up at me.

“Good evening, Sir.” Her voice is dreamlike as if she’s in a haze from waiting patiently. She’s drunk on submission, and it’s so fucking beautiful. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my mouth.

“Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” She tries to look away, but I keep a firm grip on her chin and dip my head down to kiss her forehead. “Don’t be shy, little one. Not in here and not with me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You follow instructions well.”

“Thank you.”

“In the future, this is how you will wait for me in this room.” She gives a small nod as I let go of her chin. “Do you enjoy this position?”

“Yes, Sir. I want to please you.” I have to stop from groaning at her words.

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