Page 103 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“She requested you for trying a scene with another man. She trusts you… and so do I.”

“I need to think about it, Pierce. I don’t want to promise something I can’t deliver on. Let’s just see how tonight goes.”

“Hopefully, none of this will matter, and I’ll get my happily ever after, but life doesn’t often surprise me with the best-case scenario.”

“Well, I’d say your luck is changing.” He points to Freya across the room, her eyes locked on mine. “I’d say she’s a pretty fucking amazing surprise in your life.”

“You got that right. I’m going to go tell her the plans we have for tonight. I’ll meet you down in my playroom in fifteen.”

“Sure thing.”

I weave my way through the crowd of well-wishers, my focus solely on my little one. As I approach her, I can’t help but want to recapture the moment when my life changed forever.

“Dance with me.” I’m rewarded with a smile so sweet it makes my heart ache for her. I don’t know how I’m going to get through tonight, but I’ll do it for Freya. I want her to have everything her heart desires, even if that’s another man in our bed.

I spin her around the floor, the only difference from the night we met being that I can see her stunningly beautiful face. There are no masks tonight, and her face is a sight to behold. She’s breathtaking, and I don’t think there will ever be a day in my life that I wake up next to her and don’t feel complete and utter adoration for the woman she is.

“I have a gift for you down in our playroom.” She visibly twitches in my hold.

“Are we allowed to leave our own party? We already arrived late.”

“We can do as we please, little one. You haven’t finished your training yet, and I have something to tick off your list of potential kinks.”

A broad grin kisses her delicate features, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ooo… is it wax? Or shibari? Or a clitoral clamp?”

“You’ll see when we get there.” She practically drags me across the floor and down the stairs to the private rooms. She’s an eager little thing tonight. I take note of the types of play she mentioned, sure to make them happen in the next few weeks.

When we reach the door to the playroom, my determination falters, only for a moment. “Remember your safeword, little one.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You are in the driver’s seat tonight. Whatever you want is what will happen.” I stumble over the words.

“O-kay. You’re freaking me out. Are we going inside?”

“Yes.” I swipe the card and open the door to show Flex sitting in the chair at the other side of the room, his hands steepled under his chin, his eyes fixed on Freya.

“What’s going on?” She turns to search my gaze for answers.

“You expressed a desire to explore having another man in a scene. Specifically Flex. He and I have done this before, so I trust him to treat you with the respect you deserve, little one.”

She’s trembling as she steps inside the room, jumping as the door clicks shut behind us.

“I… what do you mean, I’m in the driver’s seat?”

“Exactly that. This will play out as you choose, little one.”

“Daddy… I want you to decide what happens.” Fuck. I was afraid of this. How can I tell Flex to touch and caress what’s mine? “Daddy?” She’s looking to me for guidance. She wants to learn, and I promised to teach her.

“Take your dress off and get in the position, little one.”

I can see a change in Flex’s demeanor from previous times we’ve shared a submissive. He knows she’s mine and what that means to me. His jaw is tight as he forces himself to watch her step out of her dress. With only her pearl thong still on, she makes her way to the corner, slipping her wrists through the ropes and letting them tighten as she takes up her position. Fuck, she looks stunning.

“Flex, isn’t my little one beautiful?”

“Yes. She’s exquisite.” He can’t even look me in the eye, transfixed by the sight of her submission.

“Tell me, little one, have you imagined what it’s like to be taken by two Doms?”

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