Page 72 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“At work. Yes.”

“That’s an easy fix. At work, I’ll be your boyfriend. In here, I’m your Daddy.” I’m surprised he’s so amenable to the idea. He’s always been known as a lone wolf at the hospital. Sort of grumpy. Now, I see his confidence that so many call cocky is nothing sinister. He’s self-assured and knows what he wants. He doesn’t suffer fools gladly and invests his time in the most noble of careers. His life is about saving his patients.

In this room, he teaches women to feel empowered in their femininity and sexuality. It gets me to thinking.

“Have you ever trained male submissives?”

“Where is your head at, little one? You’ve gone from wanting a boyfriend, a Daddy, and now you’re questioning my masculinity.”

I stiffen at his words. “I don’t think it changes your masculinity at all. I’m just curious about your status as a Master Dom.”

“Good, because I don’t equate sex with masculinity. I’m more than confident in how manly I am. You should know that by now, little one. To answer your question, yes, I have trained male submissives before. Two to be exact. However, I’m not sexually attracted to men. I trained them in all aspects outside of penetrative sex.”

“Does that mean you’ve given a guy a blow job?” I should stop talking, but I’m so turned on at the thought of him teaching a man to submit.

“No. I’m all about burying my head in cunt, if you haven’t figured that out. I have received a blow job from one of my male subs. He was in search of a same-sex Dom.”

“Holy shit.”

“How did you reward them if you didn’t pleasure them?”

“I worked in tandem with a prospective Dom.”

“If they had someone in mind, why not train with them?”

“Because Masters make it their goal to uncover the kinks of the submissive, not to mold a submissive to their particular preferences.”

“I don’t get it.” If you like someone, and you want to be their submissive, why go to someone else?

“Take us, for instance. As your trainer, I perform different kinks to explore your likes and dislikes. You came to your own conclusions that you enjoy pain and have a Daddy kink.”

“Which you said you like.”

“I do. I really fucking do. But I never asked you to call me Daddy. Therein lies the difference. If I met you here in the club and were looking to make you my forever sub, you’d have come in here on day one, and I would’ve had you address me as Daddy, not Sir. As a Master, I keep my kinks out of the equation in order to help a sub uncover their kinks.”

“So, you don’t do anything you enjoy with me? Your kinks?”

“I shouldn’t have used us as an example.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s different with you.”

“Am I a terrible student?” I move to put some distance between us in the bed, but Daddy pulls me closer.

“You’re perfect, little one. I do indulge in my kinks with you, but this is the first time I’ve ever wanted to share my kinks with someone.”

“Really?”

He lifts my chin before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. “Yes. I can’t explain it, but I want you to know me, Freya… my flaws, my kinks, all of it. Here in the club and at work. Let me be your boyfriend in the hospital and your Dom in here.”

“Doesn’t that complicate things?”

“I’m trying here. What do you want from me? I’m trying to give you more.”

“I didn’t ask you for more.” It comes out harsher than I expected.

“Fine. Do you want me to go back to wearing a mask so you don’t have to remind yourself that I’m the guy fucking you?” He shrugs out from under my resting head and grabs his clothes.

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