Page 64 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Yes, Daddy.”

“The answer is no. But, I will have her undress you and keep count for me as I bend you over my knee and spank you for coming up here tonight.”

I look to Celest. “Would you be so kind as to strip your friend and keep count of her spanking? She needs to understand that I will take her anywhere, anytime, and with whoever I please watching.”

“Yes, Master Harrison.” Her breaths are ragged as she looks to her friend for a sign that she consents to this. Freya gives a small nod, and I’m ready to shoot my load.

“Follow me.” I walk to the center of the room, where an oversized wingback chair is unoccupied, and sit.

When they are both before me, Celest speaks up. “Where would you like me to begin, Master Harrison?”

“I want to feast my eyes on her ample breasts.”

“Yes, Master Harrison.”

As she moves to unbutton Freya’s blouse, I hold my little one’s gaze. “You can say your safeword at any time.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice shakes as her friend slowly undresses her.

“Good girl.” I watch, enthralled, as first her blouse is discarded on the floor, then Celest unclasps Freya’s bra and pushes it off her shoulders, letting it fall. Her nipples are already tightly budded as the air kisses them, on display for all to see.

“What next, Master Harrison?”

“Lose the heels and strip her down to her panties.” I’m transfixed by the look of unbridled arousal on her face as she lets her friend tug down her skirt until all that’s left is a scrap of lace to maintain an ounce of modesty.

When I take in the sight of Freya in nothing but her panties, my dick aches to be inside her once more. Technically, I told her I wouldn’t fuck her until I knew who she was. She didn’t tell me, but the cat is out of the bag now.

Celest’s hand trails up Freya’s leg, but she stops dead in her tracks at my command. “Nobody touches what’s mine. You’ve relieved her of her clothes, now you can stand back and watch as I spank her pretty little ass, or you can touch yourself as I make your friend scream in pleasure and pain.”

Freya’s gaze meets mine, trepidation and excitement at war in her expression.

“I wish only to do what Freya is comfortable with, Master Harrison.”

“Then ask her. You may address her as Master Harrison’s little one. In this room, at this moment, she is not your friend. Only a fellow submissive.”

She turns to Freya. “Would you like me to watch your punishment, Master Harrison’s little one, or would you like me to touch myself as you receive your spanking?”

I know what Celest wants to do. It’s written all over her face and in the way she presses her thighs together.

Freya looks to me for permission, which I give with a curt nod. This has to be on her terms.

“I would like you to… touch yourself.” This woman is going to wreck me. I can already feel it.

“Very well. Now, come here, little one.” I beckon for her to stand right in front of my chair.

When she’s mere inches from me, I look around her at Celest.

“Master Harrison, may I remove my clothes?”

“Yes.” It doesn’t matter to me if she’s naked or not. My eyes will be fixed on my little one, but I think she’ll get a kick out of seeing the full show from her friend. The fact that she asked her to touch herself is a big step forward for my girl. She’s slowly learning to ask for what she wants.

“Thank you.”

I turn my attention back to Freya. “Would you like to watch your friend strip before I put you over my knee?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her breaths shallow and rapid. She must be soaked.

“You can watch her if you hand me your panties. Otherwise, you can go over my knee now and miss the show she’s about to give you.”

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