Page 22 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Should I check if it aroused you, little one?”

“Yes, please.”

Kneeling behind her, I reach around her waist. “Spread your legs for me like a good girl.”

She does as I ask, and I let my hand travel down to the apex of her thighs, my fingers gently caressing what’s mine.

The lace is drenched in her arousal. “You’re soaked. Did it turn you on to sit and wait for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I nuzzle her long, elegant neck as I press soft circles against her clit, the lace the only thing that separates us. “Are you going to run away this time?”

“No, Sir,” she moans as she tilts her head, giving my lips full access. She smells so fucking good, and it only makes me harder.

“Did you enjoy watching me fist my dick because of you?”

“Yes. I wished I could’ve been the one to satisfy you.”

“You will, little one, but not before we sign a contract.” I slip one finger under her lace panties before putting it up to her mouth. “Taste what I do to you.”

She licks my finger clean, sucking it into her mouth, teasing me with how good it’s going to feel when I slip my dick between her lips and make her take every hard inch. Her soft mewls of pleasure are almost enough to make me abandon my plan for the evening and lose myself in her, but I leave her wanting more as I get to my feet and set about loosening the ropes. Reaching out my hand, I help her into a standing position before taking a moment to admire how she looks in the lingerie I picked out. Her tits are full, heavy, and perfect for fucking.

All in good time.

I lead her over to the bed and sit down, gesturing for her to sit in my lap which she does with such ease as if she’s done it a thousand times before.

“Before we go any further, we need to discuss the rules. Have you done any research on Dominant/submissive agreements?”

“Yes, Sir, but I thought we were going to… be physical tonight.” There’s such hesitation in her voice. She’s too bashful to ask for what she wants.

“You mean you thought I would fuck you?” She shivers, unable to meet my gaze.

She nods, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“If you can’t voice what you want from me, this won’t work.”

“I’m embarrassed. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“That’s okay. I’m a submissive trainer, little one. Do you want me to teach you how to ask for what you want?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I rest my hand on the small of her back, loving how she relaxes into my touch, nestling her head against my chest.

“Okay then, I want you kneeling before me. Now.”

She does it without hesitation, and as she looks up at me through hooded lashes, her face obscured by a lavender mask, I find myself aching to kiss her pretty pink lips.

I have a file on the bed with all of the relevant information we need to get started.

“Good girl. You look beautiful on your knees.”

She wets her bottom lip before biting down on it. She’s gorgeous, and I haven’t even seen her full face.

“I want you to answer my questions honestly so that I know how best to train you. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

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