Page 51 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Yes, Sir.” I’m already wet for him, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Let’s be clear on the rules of this evening. After every point I’m about to list, I need your verbal acknowledgment that you understand and consent to everything that’s going to happen.”

“Yes, Sir.” My nerves burst into a thousand fireflies, swarming my chest.

“You can stop at any time. All you need do is say your safeword. You will not be gagged, so your safe signal will not be required. What is your safeword, little one?”

“Lavender. I understand, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The fireflies multiply.

“Tonight is a lesson in punishment. What did you do to require punishment?”

“I didn’t tell you I was a virgin, Sir. I have also forgotten to address you correctly at times… Sir.”

“Yes. This punishment is predominantly for your lie of omission. Also, I will not fuck your beautiful little cunt this evening.” My heart sinks.

“Understood, Sir.”

“If you take your punishment like a good little girl, you will be rewarded because you offered your first name, Freya.” I could detonate right now at the way my name drips with sex from his lips.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I haven’t told you what that reward will be. You might not want to thank me yet, little one.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“When I release your restraints, you will stand, keeping your gaze on the floor, and make your way over to the table. Bend over with your arms outstretched to be secured in the leather cuffs.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will count each lash, continuing to address me correctly.”

“Gladly, Sir. I want to be good for you.”

I feel him at my back, the scent of his cologne invading my senses, casting a haze of arousal with every brush of his fingertips up my arms. I tremble at his touch. My entire body sings as he loosens the ropes, gently massaging my wrists before stepping back.

“Get up.” His deep, growling command courses through my veins as I get to my feet. It takes everything in me not to meet his gaze. All I can see are his bare feet and the bottom of his jeans. I want to look at him so badly it’s an ache in my chest.

I do as I’m told, stopping at the narrow ebony table, which is at waist height. Bending over, I splay my arms out to either side of me. He makes his way to the other side of the table. “You may look at me while I restrain you, little one.”

I greedily take in the length of him as he reaches for my left hand, pulling it into the leather cuff and buckling it tight. He’s wearing nothing but his mask and jeans, his lean, muscled chest on display, his happy trail dipping beneath the waistband, the top button undone. He’s teasing me with that button. I want to rip the rest of them open and drop to my knees for him.

He takes my right hand and buckles the leather cuff tightly around my wrist, leaving me completely at his mercy, a thrill coursing through me.

“See something you want?” he says with a wry grin, following my gaze to his crotch.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Shall that be your reward, little one?” he asks, stepping closer. The table is just wide enough for my head to be perfectly positioned should he decide to fuck my mouth, and I squeeze my thighs together, desperate to suck his cock.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Oh, we can’t have you alleviating the ache between your legs. That would make this too easy.” He moves out of my line of sight before dropping to grip my ankle. “Lift.” He runs his hand up my calf before positioning my foot to secure a leather cuff around my ankle, shackling me to the table leg. He does the same thing on the other side, leaving me with my legs and arms spread wide, bent over at the waist. “Good girl. You look so pretty splayed out for me, little one.”

“Thank you, Sir.” My voice trembles as I speak, the gravity of what’s about to happen hanging in the air between us.

I hear various noises, but they’re unfamiliar, making them difficult to place. It’s not until he walks in front of me that my breath catches. He’s holding a long, wooden cane.

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