Page 40 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“I want to see all of you, Sir.” He slowly unbuckles his belt, pulling it from the loops before running it through his hand.

“Patience, little one.” Setting the belt on his chair, he removes his shoes and socks, and even his feet are sexy. When he picks the belt back up, my stomach drops with fear and exhilaration.

He takes his time, running the leather up my legs, ghosting it across my pussy, his eyes following the trail, burning into me like a blazing inferno.

“So greedy for more. All in good time, little one. Tonight isn’t about punishment. We’ll get to that… soon. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about spanking your beautiful ass until it’s a bright shade of red. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir.” My breathing is shallow, rapid, and filled with need.

“Are you ready to beg for release yet?”

“I’ll do anything, Sir.”

“Would you swallow my dick like a whore?”

“I will do whatever you ask of me, Sir.”

He drops the belt to the floor and unbuttons his pants, tossing them aside, standing before me in only his boxers. Still teasing me, I will gladly beg him for more.

“Please, Sir, I want to see all of you. I’ll suck your cock. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will, little one, but it’s not your mouth I’ll be fucking tonight.”

With his eyes on me, he slips his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, achingly slow, and lets them fall to the floor, his large cock hard as he steps into me, his hand cupping my pussy.

“Yes… Sir!” I try to grind against his palm, needing more, my desire to come radiating through every cell in my body. “Please… please… I want you.”

“So fucking wet. You enjoy begging for dick, don’t you?”

“Only for yours, Sir.”

His lips crash down on mine. I struggle against the restraints, desperate to touch him and wrap my legs around his waist to ease the ache that’s been building all night. I want to run my fingers through his messy hair.

My heart is beating wildly, my pulse racing as he positions his cock at my entrance and pushes into me with one hard thrust, forcing a cry from my lips. Tears spill over my lashes onto my mask as he fills me like no man ever has, groaning as our tongues twist and tangle, his hand fisted in my hair, further anchoring me in place as he forces me to take more of him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls as he hammers into me, my body screaming against the size of his cock. My pussy aches but in the most wicked of ways.

“Oh God… yes… please… Sir!” He swallows my words, his kiss so ferocious his stubble burns my skin.

“Such a greedy little cunt. Wet and begging for more.” He sets a punishing rhythm, his hands grabbing my breasts, rough and oh so good. I can’t move, and the harder he fucks me, the more I need to touch him.

“Please… I’m begging you… let me touch you.”

“Ask like a good little girl.”

“Please, Sir, let me touch you.”

“Maybe next time.” He fists his hand in my hair once more. “Tonight is about patience.”

“I’ve waited my whole life for this, Sir. For you.”

His kiss grows desperate as he grips my ass and hammers into me. It’s so painful and yet so amazing. I’m overwhelmed with emotion.

“You’re going to scream for me, little one.” He slips one hand between us, his thumb circling my clit as he continues to fuck me harder and harder.

My body starts to tingle all over, a slick sheen of sweat covering every inch of my skin, the beginnings of an orgasm taking hold.

“You feel that, little one? That’s your cunt fucking begging for me. For what only I can give you.”

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