Page 65 of The Masquerade: Room 2

She hesitates, staring me down. She’s as pissed off as she is turned on right now. The spark in her eyes becomes a blazing inferno. Freya has avoided making contact for days. She came here without me and was planning to spend the night here on the voyeur floor. I’m the one who should be pissed.

Without another word, she slips her fingers under the sides of her panties and shimmies out of them, devastatingly beautiful as she gives herself over to the club. To me. Suddenly, the room is empty, everyone else fading away as I take in the sight before me.

This isn’t how I imagined Freya submitting to me for the first time without her mask, but I’m so fucking proud of her right now. I know this isn’t easy for her, and considering she hasn’t spoken to me since I revealed myself as her attending, I’m aware of how much faith she’s putting in me tonight.

“You are stunning, little one,” I growl.

“Thank you, Daddy. May I watch Celest now?”

“Yes, but you can watch her as you lie across my knees. She has to count every spank.” Her breath catches as she steps to my side. I offer my hand to steady her as she gets into position across my lap, her ass presented and ready to be spanked.

Running my hand over her cheeks, I delight in the way she trembles beneath my touch.

“May I look now, Daddy?”

“Yes, little one. Watch her strip down the way she did you.”

She tilts her head, her breathing labored as she focuses on Celest. Her friend grips the hem of her dress, pulls it over her head, and casts it to the floor, her eyes on Freya. Standing in her bra and panties, she diverts her gaze to me. “Is this to your liking, Master Harrison?”

“It is not me who desires to see your body this evening. That is a question for my little one.”

I give Freya’s ass a short, sharp slap. “Answer her.”

“Take off your underwear.” My little one is bold tonight, though her voice wavers as she chokes out the words.

Celest meets her gaze, nodding in agreement. As my good little sub watches intently, I slide my hand between her legs, feeling how wet she is.

“Are you aroused at the thought of seeing your friend’s pussy as wet as yours?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes out.

Celest slips her underwear off before taking a seat in the chair across from us, opening her legs wide for Freya to see her cunt, slick with arousal.

“You will receive ten spanks for coming to the voyeur floor without permission. Do you understand, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Fuck. Every time she calls me that, my dick is harder than steel.

I speak so only she can hear me. “You are fucking resplendent, little one, and so wet. Do you like seeing your friend’s naked body?”

“Yes, Daddy.” When we’re done here, I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“Now, watch as she pleasures herself, and take your punishment like a good little girl.”

Celest caresses her breasts before letting her hand stray down between her legs, and my little one can’t take her eyes off her. “Yes… Daddy.”

I administer the first spank, delighting in the way Freya’s body tenses and her legs part.

“Count, Celest.” I bark the order.

“One, Master Harrison.”

“You may address my little one as you count.” I’ve never had a problem being addressed by multiple subs at one time. In fact, I’ve welcomed it. But with Freya, it feels different.

I land the second slap, her ass turning a light shade of pink.

“Two… little one.” Celest continues to tease herself.

Freya squirms in my lap, trying to ease the ache I know is growing between her thighs.

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