Page 69 of The Masquerade: Room 2

The soft click of the door alerts me to his arrival. “Such a good little girl. You were breathtaking up there. Everyone was enraptured by your pleasure. I know I was.”

“Thank you, Dr. Harrison.” The words leave my lips before I think better of them.

I hear him getting closer before his hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back until he can look into my eyes. “You forget where you are, little one. Apologize.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“There’s my little one.” He doesn’t untie me as he normally would, leaving me vulnerable and at his mercy. “Now, let’s talk about why you were punished. Care to explain yourself?”

Suddenly, my indignation bubbles to the surface. “You lied. You knew who I was and didn’t tell me. When did you realize I was your resident?”

“I don’t like your tone, little one. If you don’t want a harsh punishment with no release, I’d be careful how you continue. Firstly, I didn’t lie. You walked into the fundraiser in that fucking exquisite lavender dress. It’s been burned into my brain since the masquerade ball.”

“You’ve known that long? Fuck you.”

He leans over, yanking the ropes up, forcing me up off my heels. “Fuck me? I’ve been trying to get to know you since the night we met. You’re the one who didn’t want to let me get closer. I didn’t fucking lie.”

“What are we going to do now?”

“Well, we start by discussing the fact that you came here tonight to watch Doms fucking their submissives all around you. My permission is needed for such things.”

“I can do what I like.”

“Is that right?” He tugs even tighter. “You signed the contract, little one. The one that says you will abide by my rules. Do you think you’ve trained enough? Are you ready to go back up there and offer yourself as a sub to a seasoned Dom who doesn’t give a shit about your training or lack thereof? If you don’t comply, they will exact punishments you couldn’t even imagine.”

It’s not lost on me that I squeeze my thighs together at the mention of punishment. I have a major punishment kink.

“Then tell me, Daddy, what would they do to me?” I know I’m goading him, but I’m annoyed at myself for giving in so quickly. I came here tonight to prove I can live this lifestyle without his training, and the second he showed up, I called him Daddy and dropped willingly to my knees.

He twists me in the ropes, and they burn as he makes me face him—a wall of pissed-off, hot-as-hell muscle crowding me in the corner, my back now pressed against the cool, hard wall.

“They’ll do nothing to you, little one. You’re mine, and nobody touches what’s mine unless I decide otherwise. Do you want other men to fuck you? Other Doms? Male submissives? Shall I parade them in here, and you can have your way with as many as you can manage before cum is dripping from your pussy, asshole, and your smart mouth?”

The rapid rise and fall of my chest betray my attempt at composure. “No.”

“Right answer, little one. I own your cunt, and you only have yourself to blame. You gave your virginity to me without question, and I’ll be damned if some other man takes what’s mine. I want all your pleasure, pain, and everything in between.”

“What if I don’t want you anymore? Now that I can’t be anonymous.” I quiver as I speak, a thrill coursing through me as he drops to his knees and yanks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up to his ministrations.

He buries his face between my thighs, sucking on my clit as he thrusts two fingers inside me. I cry out from the intrusion, my arguments dying on my lips. “Daddy.”

“Yes, little one? You were saying you don’t want me anymore.” He hums against my most sensitive skin, his tongue wicked and made for sin.

“I want you, Daddy.” The second the words fall from my lips, he leaves me bereft.

“The next time you call me anything other than Daddy in this room, being denied release will be the least of your worries.”

I tug against the ropes, frustrated beyond measure. “Maybe I’ll just have Celest get me off. I’m sure she’d enjoy sucking more than my tits.”

He jumps to his feet and grabs my face with one hand, his lips an inch from mine. “Don’t let tonight go to your head, little one. I may have indulged you up there, but no one, not even your friend, is allowed to taste your arousal. If you want her to lick you out, go ahead.” He unties the ropes and strides over to the chest of drawers as I massage my wrists. “But this…” he says, holding up our contract, “… will be null and void.”

“I.” I’m lost for words as panic sets in.

“Cat got your tongue, little one? Are you ready to apologize to Daddy and be my good little girl?”

I want to scream, shout, and push back, but I find myself dropping to my knees at his feet, my eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Now, we can talk about the predicament we find ourselves in. This wasn’t exactly what I had planned the night of the masquerade ball.” He starts to pace the room while I remain in the position of complete submission. “If I’d known you were my protégé, I wouldn’t have pursued you.”

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