Page 54 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Don’t fight it. Let me fuck your throat. It’s normal to gag. Trust me, you look fucking magnificent, little one.” She hums at the praise, and I feel the moment her body relaxes, taking more of me. It’ll take some training for her to take all of me, but this feels so damn good. When I’m sure she can take it, I let go of her head, bracing my hands on the edge of the table as I thrust in and out, her tongue teasing the length of me as she sucks my dick like a lollipop, her mask still firmly in place. She is transcendent, but I long to see her face.

“Christ! You were made for me, little one.” I set a punishing rhythm, chasing my release as the wet warmth of her mouth leaves me undone. I’m a man possessed. Obsessed. I want her more than my next breath.

As the first surge of my climax pulses through me, I try to stall even a few seconds, telling myself it’s in the name of teaching her. “Remember to swallow my cum.”

A few thrusts and I’m gone, an orgasm ripping through me as I continue to fuck her mouth, riding it out as hot spurts of cum spill down her throat. I ride the aftershocks before pulling out, almost collapsing to the floor it’s so intense.

Freya splutters, my cum spilling out of her mouth with a gag. I take a moment to get my breath under control before smearing a finger through it and holding it up to her. “I said swallow, little one.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

I push my finger into her mouth. “Lick it clean.”

She does as she’s told, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You did so well, little one. Your punishment. Your reward. Do you understand it’s a reward to suck my dick?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She slumps against the table, and I can imagine how tight her body must feel. I want nothing more than to fuck her and listen to her scream my name, but I said tonight was a lesson in punishment. Letting her come would show weakness.

Leaving her for a moment, I make my way to the door of the bathroom I had installed when I first bought my room. It’s imperative to carry out proper aftercare with a submissive, especially a trainee. It is often overwhelming for them and doubly more so for Freya. Sex is new to her. As strong as she is, there’s a softness I must allow her to lean into when it comes to submission.

For many, their real life is stressful and often high-powered. This room is a retreat. An oasis. After turning the faucet on to fill the tub, I grab a fresh washcloth and dip it in the water before heading back out.

“Such a pretty sight.” As I approach the table, I can see that Freya is crying, and it makes my heart ache. “What’s wrong, little one?”

I take the wet washcloth and clean her lips and chin of my cum. “Nothing, Daddy.” Her voice is strained as her eyes flit closed beneath her mask. Dropping to my knees, I unbuckle the restraints around her ankles before moving behind her and freeing her wrists.

Her small body slumps back against me as I slip my arm under her legs and lift her into my arms. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, she trembles as I walk us into the bathroom. “I’ve got you, little one.”

Setting her down on the tub’s edge, I check the temperature before shutting off the faucet. I unlace her basque and tug her thong down her legs before I gently lower her into the tub, knowing how the hot water will sting her ass before it soothes her pain. Her legs and arms are limp as I slide in at her back before pulling her against my chest.

Soft cries escape her. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Don’t apologize. Submission is emotional at the best of times. This is your first. I would be concerned if you weren’t emotional.”

I lift one wrist to my lips, pressing a kiss where the restraints held her in place. I repeat it with her other wrist. Then, I dunk a sponge in the water and start washing her from top to toe.

“Tell me how you feel, little one. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I’m just… so… happy.” I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Was it as you expected?” I desperately want to remove her mask and mine. I want her to know who wrung such happiness from her.

“So much more. I feel… powerful. That doesn’t even come close to explaining it. The perception of submission is that women are nothing more than an unpaid whore.”

“People who think that are so wrong. You’re not a whore, Freya. You are a rare diamond to be cherished. You’re exquisite in your submission.”

“Thank you… Daddy.”

“You are very welcome, little one. I am so proud of you.”

“Really?” She rests her head against my chest.

“Yes. You did exceptionally well for your first punishment. Are you sore? I have lotion to help with the sting after I’m done washing every inch of your delectable body.”

“It hurts, but in the best way. I almost came just from the cane. Is that normal? Am I strange?”

“No, you’re not strange, little one. I think we can safely say that you have a kink for pain, and it is more than possible to come during a punishment. For future reference, if you come before I allow it, you’ll be severely punished.”

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