Page 12 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Anyone seen Flex?” I question as I down a shot.

“He’s in the voyeur hall. Why?” Genevieve asks.

I can’t help laughing. “Shit. He’s probably off in a corner crying at how inadequate he is.”

She looks at me with a questioning furrow in her brow. “What?”

“I just gave whoever is in there a prime view of my dick.” I chuckle.

“Lucky them.” Her eyes flit to my groin as she bites down on her lip.

“Don’t you have a companion for the evening?” She looks set to devour me whole.

“They have the night off. I wanted the freedom to roam the masquerade, but I could be persuaded otherwise.” My dick twitches.

“As much as I would normally take you up on a little mutual release, I have another woman’s cum all over my face. Even I’m not enough of an asshole for that.”

“I’ve licked your jaw clean of another woman’s cum before, Pierce,” she says with a wicked grin.

“That was different. You were sucking her tits when I made her come.”

“True.” She pouts as she reaches for her drink. “Why are you looking for Flex?”

“I want him to find out whose cum I can still taste.”

“What happened?”

“I buried my head between her legs until she screamed herself hoarse. Then I told her to strip, and she freaked out. Said her safeword and ran.”

“A newbie?”

“I’m ninety-nine percent sure, but I didn’t get her name. Fuck, I have no idea what she looks like. She kept the mask on.”

“I’m intrigued.”

“Me too. I want Flex to use the security cameras to super sleuth for me.”

“Was her pussy really that good? You don’t usually go chasing your trainees.”

“Yes. There was something about her, Viv. Fucking edible.”

“You just want what you can’t have. Whoever she is, she gets it. Leave you wanting more.”

“I don’t think so. She seemed almost shy.”

“Didn’t you say you were in the voyeur hallway?”

“I can’t explain it. I just have a feeling.”

“Well, your feeling is sending you home with blue balls.”

“Aww, Viv, thanks for the concern, but I saw to myself with everyone watching. I’ll survive until I find her.”

“You gave yourself a hand job?” I love the surprise in her voice. “You’re a Dom. Do I need to remind you that we do not need to get ourselves off?”

“I’m well aware, but I have my reasons. If you see Flex, tell him I’m looking for him.” I press a quick kiss to her cheek before downing my drink and melting into the crowd. If the lady in lavender is still here, I’ll find her.

It’s been two weeks since the masquerade ball, and Flex hasn’t been able to get me a name. I’ve taken myself in hand more times than I can count, the image of her slender legs spread wide for me to feast on is all I can think about. I work, and I fist my dick like a high schooler with his first porno magazine.

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