Page 102 of The Masquerade: Room 2

PIERCE

She said yes.

My career hangs in the balance, my freedom uncertain, and Freya said yes. I feel like the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. We’re engaged. Me of all people. Tonight is our engagement party at Venom, and I have an unconventional gift for my little one.

As we get ready at our apartment, I walk in to see her fastening a delicate diamond necklace around her neck. I told her to splurge with whatever she wanted to wear for the night, but not my girl. She bought a simple silver chain with a single small diamond dangling from the center. And her dress—the one she was wearing the night we met. My lavender queen.

“Look at you, little one. So beautiful, but there’s something missing.”

She turns to face me with a shy smile. She knows what’s coming. She insisted I wait until the party to give her the ring that’s been burning a hole in my pocket. Dropping down on one knee, I open the box and present it to her. “Freya, I didn’t know what love was until the day you came into my life and silently stole my heart. I love you more than words could ever adequately convey. You’re my family. One I didn’t know I was longing for. Will you marry me, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She launches herself at me, knocking us both to the floor as she kisses me with wild abandon. She barely even looks at the ring, more eager to seal the moment with a kiss. I’m good with that. I know Freya has never been interested in the money I bring to our relationship.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, little one,” I say as I roll her onto her back, straddling her. “We have a party to get to.”

“No one will notice if we’re a little late.” She’s a minx, knowing I can’t say no to her.

I tug at her dress, pulling it up as I slide down her body and bury my head between her thighs. “Fuck me.” She’s wearing lavender lace panties from La Perla, the signature string of pearls highlighting her perfectly rounded ass. I want to forget about the party and worship her body all night long.

“Yes… Daddy.” Those two words are my undoing. Pushing the lace aside, I thrust two fingers insider her already wet cunt, my lips capturing her clit as she moans, writhing on the floor of our closet.

We’re an hour late to our engagement party, and my friends don’t let us get away with it. Flex is the first to speak up. “Couldn’t keep it in your pants until the party? Seriously, bro.”

“You shouldn’t spend so much time thinking about my dick, Flex. I’ve got plenty of stamina for later.” He gives me a wry smile, and a pang of jealousy courses through me.

When I told Freya that I have a gift for her tonight, I wasn’t kidding. A gift I’m not that keen on giving her, to be honest, but she’s basically given up on me ‘training’ her at this point, and I don’t want her coming into this marriage with unanswered questions when it comes to possible kinks she may have. Of course, we’ll always be exploring and learning new ways to connect, but she expressed her desire to try having Flex in the equation, and tonight, that’s what I’m going to give her, no matter how much it pains me.

If I don’t let her do it now, I never will. The moment she becomes Freya Harrison, I won’t be able to share her unless it’s something she discovers she needs as my submissive.

I’m playing a dangerous game, betting everything I’ve got on the fact that I can be enough for her. The more I think about it, the less sure of myself I become. I’ve never been enough for anyone. Not my parents. Not my foster families. Not even as a Dom. Why should this be any different?

As always, the club looks stunning. Dalton and Carter went all out on the decorations up in the voyeur lounge. It’s a ballroom tonight, just as it was the night Freya and I met. I’m still mesmerized by her—a vision in lavender—as she talks and laughs with friends. Celest is by her side, excited to celebrate with her best friend. I love that Freya has someone to talk to about the lifestyle. It’s not an easy road when you have no one to confide in. It took me a long time to trust the men I’ve come to know here at Venom.

Flex appears at my side, offering me a whiskey. “Hey, brother. Thought you might need this.”

I welcome the liquid courage. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“It’s nothing we haven’t done before, Flex.”

“You’ve never been in love with the subs we’ve shared. This is your fiancée.”

“You don’t think I’m painfully aware of that?”

He holds up his hands, “Don’t shoot the messenger. I value our friendship, Pierce. I don’t want to do anything to fuck that up.”

“You’re the only person I trust with her, man. And if I end up going to prison…”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“I’m serious. This…” I gesture to the frivolity happening all around us, everyone celebrating the future I hope I get to experience with Freya. “If it doesn’t go my way, she needs to finish training. Promise me you’ll help her.” It pains me to choke out the words.

“Why me?”

“Because I know you won’t fall in love with her. She needs this lifestyle, Flex. She’s become such a force to be reckoned with. Please, I can’t live with myself if I’m the reason she leaves it behind.”

“What makes you think she would even accept me as a Master for however many months she has left?”

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