Page 49 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“I didn’t realize it would affect you, Sir.” There’s no conviction in my voice.

“No lying, little one. It will only result in sexual frustration for you. You think it’s bad that you can’t touch yourself tonight… you have no idea what I can do to your body. I’m going to enjoy punishing you tomorrow.”

“I think I’ll enjoy it, too, Sir.”

“I am certain you will. Be on time and make sure you’re in the position when I arrive.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Goodnight, Freya.”

“Goodnight, Sir.” The line goes dead, and all I want to do is slip my hand between my legs to satisfy the ache Sir’s voice alone caused. My mind is racing with ideas of how he may punish me. I’ve read a lot about various kinks, and pain has always intrigued me. I’m giddy with excitement and so turned on I can hardly stand it.

I usually sleep in sweats and a baggy T-shirt, but tonight, with Sir’s voice fresh in my mind, I lean into the frustration. I stand and let my towel fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked and acutely aware of my arousal, my thighs wet as I climb into bed.

The sheets glide over my naked flesh, goose bumps spreading across my entire body. My nipples pebble as the cotton sweeps over them as I lie back and think of tomorrow. The ache between my thighs intensifies, and I spread my legs, letting the sheet settle against my pussy.

I’m making it worse, but I continue to tease myself. I’ve never slept naked before, and it feels forbidden somehow. Knowing I’m not allowed to pleasure myself is a rush. I’m not sure how I’ll get through work tomorrow with Sir on my mind.

When the ache is so bad, and I can think of nothing else, I push the sheet down to my waist, letting the ceiling fan caress my breasts, my nipples so tight they’re on the edge of painful—just the way I want it.

Eventually, I pull out my phone and reread some of my research on pain, kinks, and delayed release, only making it harder for me to fall asleep. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough. My first punishment.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I’m used to work getting in the way of my attempts at a social life, but I needed today to be the exception. There’s no way I’m going to make it to Venom tonight. I wait until the last possible moment to contact Sir, wishing for a miracle to get me into his playroom.

Me: I’m so sorry, Sir. I have been delayed at work.

Sir: Is it a life or death career emergency?

Me: Yes. Trust me, I am devastated that we cannot meet tonight.

Sir: It’s okay, little one. I’ll look at our calendar and reschedule. Don’t fear, you’ll still get your punishment.

Me: Promise?

Sir: I promise. My cane is twitching. I’ll let you get on with your work. Let me know you get home safely.

Me: Yes, Sir. Thank you for being so understanding.

Sir: You’re welcome, little one.

Did he just mention a twitching cane? Desire sparks deep in my core, a bolt of lightning, setting my body on fire. If he’s serious, a cane is will smart for sure. My pulse quickens as I slip my phone back in my purse. I’ve got a long night ahead, and I need my mind to be focused on the task at hand. Not in a playroom with Sir and his cane.

I take a few moments to calm my breathing, only to be interrupted by my boss. He’s imposing, intimidating, and brilliant.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Yes. I won’t disappoint you.”

“I saw you flinch earlier when I stated the details of this case. I need your A-game.”

“Always.” I never bring less than my best, and I don’t plan to change that tonight. Maybe I was right before when I dedicated every breath I took to my work. Relationships complicate things, and my current contract with Sir was supposed to be simple—an exchange of like-minded people.

I want to know if I have what it takes to be a submissive. I don’t do anything half-heartedly. If I’m going to enter this lifestyle, then I want to be well-informed. I need to learn about my kinks and train to be an excellent submissive. Being a good sub isn’t enough for me. I strive for perfection in all things. Why should this be any different?

Taking a few minutes to meditate, I calm my mind as I do before any big case. I can do this. I’m a strong, confident, more than capable woman. I go through all the steps, playing it out in my mind. Each action has an equal and opposite reaction. One decision creates a knock-on effect, dictating the next move. You have to be prepared in life. Otherwise, you can be blindsided. That’s how I feel when I think of Sir—caught completely off guard by how deeply he affects me.

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