Page 41 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Yes… Sir.”

He picks up the pace, chasing his release, taking me right along with him. “Come for me, little one. Let me hear you scream.”

I let go, my voice growing hoarse as I spiral out of control, pain and pleasure tearing through my body as his cock pulses inside me.

“Fuck… little one… you’re fucking mine! Say it.”

“I’m yours, Sir” I pant. I’m boneless and breathless—the restraints are all that hold me up at this point.

He drops his forehead to mine, our masks hitting against each other. “You did so well, little one. Fucking breathtaking.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Now, I’m going to watch my cum drip down your thighs like a good little slut.”

I wince as he pulls out of me, his gaze dropping to between my legs. His sated grin turns to horror as he takes in the sight of me, his eyes snapping to mine.

“Sir… I…”

“Were you a virgin? You’re bleeding. Tell me you just got your period.” He runs a hand over his anguished face. “Tell me I didn’t just take your virginity.”

I can’t look at him, so ashamed of his disgust for me. When I refuse to meet his gaze, he drops to the floor, unfastening the restraints, and taking care to massage my ankles. He averts his gaze as he stands to loosen the restraints around my wrists, my body slumping against his involuntarily. I couldn’t stand up if I tried right now. Slipping one arm under my legs and the other around my back, he cradles me as my head rests against his chest.

I’ve never felt more vulnerable, afraid of what he’ll say.

He doesn’t speak.

Laying me down on the bed, he tugs the plush comforter back before crawling in next to me, wrapping his strong arms around me. His touch has changed from rough and ready to soft and careful. It’s as if he suddenly sees me as fragile, and I’m confused by how it makes me feel. Is it wrong of me to have kept my virginity a secret?

Sir tucks a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. It’s such a gentle caress—a stark juxtaposition to the storm I see in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve done things very differently tonight.” His voice is clipped, and I can feel him struggling to keep his composure.

“I was scared you’d refuse to teach me. Am I wrong?” I trace lazy circles in the smattering of hair on his chest, breathing him in.

He grabs my hand, stopping me from touching him. “You’re not wrong. I thought you were inexperienced when it came to kink and being a submissive. I make it a rule not to teach virgins.”

My heart sinks. “Was I bad, Sir? Are you not satisfied?”

I wait what feels like an eternity for him to speak, and I’m caught off guard by the way he gently places his finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You were exquisite, little one. I don’t even know your name. I haven’t seen your face. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”

His words are saying one thing, but his body says another.

“It…” I’m not sure how to explain myself. “It was everything I wanted it to be, Sir.”

His hold on me tightens. “I’m not the type of man to waste your virginity on, little one. You deserve so much better than me.”

“Every one of my girlfriends has stories of losing their virginity to some guy who peaked in high school. Who had no idea what they were doing, and it didn’t even cross their mind to make it pleasurable for her. The way I see it, this was a better memory.”

“This relationship is built on trust. You lied to me. Fuck, I called you a slut.”

“And your good girl.” I love the thought of being his for as long as he’ll have me.

He scrubs his hand over his jaw, his body still tense beneath mine. “I’m not sure if this can work. You don’t trust me enough to show me your face, and yet I had faith in you, but tonight just tells me that you’re not ready for this.”

“So what, you just take my virginity and see you later?”

“I didn’t know I was taking it to begin with.”

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