Page 48 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Don’t,” I squeal. “Not yet.”

“You just added another three to your punishment.”

“When will you punish me, Sir?” Even I hear how eager I sound.

“Pull up the calendar. Now.” His commanding tone sends a shiver down my spine. I do as I’m told, excited when I see our availability. The stars have aligned and are screaming my name.

“Tomorrow night.”

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ve missed you, little one.” My heart takes flight.

“Really?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yes. You are… amazing.”

“As are you. I don’t want to hear you question my taste in submissives. If you are down on yourself in my playroom, you will be punished. I see great potential in you, little one.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Tell me, are you confident in your career, Freya? In other aspects of your life?”

“Yes.” I don’t have to think this one through. “I excel outside of… relationships.”

“You are fulfilled by your work?”

“Yes, Sir. I love my job, and I’m good.”

“I’m sure you’re more than good. I venture to think you’re great.”

“I will be.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have goals. I’m not at my peak yet.”

“That’s not a bad thing. Better to build a solid foundation.”

“Exactly.” Sir is so easy to talk to. I’m about to address my lack of success with relationships when he interjects.

“Be in the playroom tomorrow at seven,” he commands.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And, little one, do not touch yourself tonight.”

“But I’m naked and wet from the shower.” I’m not sure why I say it, but I’m rewarded by a deep rumble.

“That’s two more added to your punishment.” I poked the bear, and it has me so riled up, I desperately want to touch myself.

“Why, Sir?”

“You know why, you little minx. If I have to endure knowing you are ready for me right now, then you must pay for it.”

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