Page 38 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Yes, Sir.” I pant, desperate for his touch.

“Where to begin.” He runs his fingertips down my neck to my breasts, pinching one nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “Patience…” his hand moves lower, circling my belly button before traveling lower, stopping just shy of where I need him,“… or punishment?”

I can barely contain a moan as his hands travel back up, cupping my face.

“Sir…”

“Did I say you could speak?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then keep your mouth shut, or I’ll gag you.” The command in his voice has me weak at the knees, not that I could drop to them even if I wanted to.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tonight, we will start with patience.” He stalks to the other side of the room, pulling a chair to sit in front of me, just far enough to drive me crazy with the need to reach out and touch him. He takes a seat, his legs spread casually as he drinks me in, his gaze devouring every inch of my body. Suddenly, I feel so vulnerable, unable to move and on display for this man.

I cast my eyes to the floor, letting my head drop. I can’t bear to meet his stare.

“Tell me, little one, why now? Why this club? Why me?”

“I…”

“Look at me when you talk.”

“Sorry, Sir.” My skin heats as I scramble for what I hope is the right answer.

“Good girl. You may continue.”

“I don’t really fit into the normal dating scene. I’ve known for a long time that I wanted something more. One of my friends frequents this club and brought me to the masquerade.”

“And why me?”

“Because…” I hesitate. “Because I’m drawn to you. When you kissed me that night, I felt alive.”

“And yet you ran out on me, only to watch me jerk off. Do you know how often I take myself in hand at this club?”

“No, Sir.”

“Never.” My heart stutters to a halt. “You tasted so fucking sweet you made me desperate for release. I wanted to come in your perfect cunt. Now, you can’t run, little one.”

He runs a flogger between his fingers as his eyes drop to the lace panties he had me put on.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Patience is not a virtue I possess.”

He drops the flogger and stalks over to me, grabbing the sides of my panties before ripping them off me. I’m so wet for him I can hardly stand it. I’m desperate for his touch, yet he leaves me wanting, returning to the chair. He picks up the flogger, running it across his palm.

“Tonight, I will take what I want, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you come before I fuck you so hard you’ll be sore tomorrow. How does that sound?” Fireflies run riot in my chest at his words. I know I’m wet for him, the growing ache becoming unbearable.

“It sounds wonderful.” My voice is almost dreamy, anticipating what he’ll do to me.

He stands from the chair and steps into me, letting the flogger’s soft leather run up the inside of my thigh before snapping it against my pussy, eliciting a scream.

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

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