Page 11 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Yes, Sir.”

Without another word, he grabs my dress and shoves it up to my waist, displaying me for anyone to see, causing a blazing inferno at my core.

“You’re so wet for me, little one. Are you a dirty girl? You like knowing that any number of people are watching me fuck you with my tongue right now.”

“Yes… oh God, yes… Sir.”

“Yes, little one. Be a good girl and spread your legs as far as they’ll go.” His eyes remain fixed on mine as he quickens his pace, his tongue doing wicked things to me as I start to move my hips, desperate for more of him.

“Such a perfect pussy.”

When I can barely stand it, I fist my hands in the sheets, trying to crawl away and yet wanting more. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me right to the edge of the bed before setting a punishing rhythm, sending me to the brink of release.

“Oh God…”

“He’s got nothing to do with your pleasure, little one. Tonight, you’re mine. Come for me. Now.” His tongue circles my clit as he sends me crashing headlong into an orgasm, my entire body coming to life like it never has before. I shamelessly ride his face, his stubble rubbing against my sex, making it all the more deliciously wicked.

“Yes… Sir… Sir!”

Chapter 3

PIERCE

My dick is so hard it hurts, straining against my suit pants as she comes hard on my tongue, her delectable body convulsing under my touch. I let her ride out the aftershocks, unfastening my belt, ready to fuck her so hard she won’t remember her name. Shit, I don’t even know her name, but I want her pleasure, and I don’t care who knows it.

Her cheeks are flushed, the color creeping under her mask, her deep brown eyes glazed over in a post-orgasmic haze. She tastes divine, and I can’t wait to sink balls deep inside her. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to calm myself enough to get up and walk over to the tall dresser in the corner, grabbing a few condoms from the top drawer.

“Take off your dress, little one. I want to see every inch of you as you take every inch of me.”

She hesitates as I stalk toward her, chewing on her bottom lip while slowly sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

“Don’t make me ask you again unless you want to be punished. Is that what you want?”

“I’m not sure.” She catches me off-guard. I assume she’s here tonight to explore a fantasy or some intrigue she has regarding her kinks, but the way she hesitates and her gaze flits to the two-way mirror has me questioning myself.

“If you’re not sure, then I won’t touch you. Pain doesn’t have to be a part of our evening.”

“I don’t want to leave.”

“You don’t have to, little one, but you do need to take off that dress. It’ll look so much better puddled on the floor at your feet.”

As I stalk toward her, I watch her body stiffen.

“Lavender.” She fixes her straps back in place, slips her shoes into her hand, and jumps to her feet. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

Before I get another word out, she’s at the door, leaving me hard as a rock and aching for release, her taste still fresh on my tongue. I move to go after her, but I stop myself, realizing that I have no claim to her. There’s no contract in place, so I can’t force her to stay as much as I would like to.

It doesn’t escape me that she used her safeword. She’ll make a good trainee.

I’ve had the week from hell and needed a release tonight. Now, I’m more wound up than I was when I got here, aching for an orgasm.

Adrenaline courses through me with nowhere to go, so I do what any self-respecting man would. Pulling my dick out of my pants, I stride over to the two-way mirror. May as well give them a show. Fisting my hand around the base of my dick, I stare into the darkness, biting down on my bottom lip. My lavender little one’s cum on my lips is all I need, and the memory of the way her pussy reacted under my touch. Fucking perfect.

I don’t close my eyes or look away as I stroke my dick, letting her scent do all the work as I take my time with slow, measured movements. There could be no one behind that mirror, or there could be a hundred. It’s part of the thrill as I pick up the pace. She might have gotten away tonight, but she’ll be back. They always are. I imagine how fucking glorious her tits will look when I come all over them. How tight her pussy will be when it contracts around my dick as she orgasms harder than she’s ever done in her life. It’s going to be so fucking sweet.

My balls tighten, and I brace my hand on the wall, steadying myself as my orgasm pulses through me, my cum spilling onto the floor. Such a waste. I’ll find her soon enough, and when I do, she’ll take my cum like a good little girl.

When I’m done, I get cleaned up, return to the party, and seek out my friends.

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