Page 67 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“May I kiss her, Master Harrison?”

“Her lips are mine,” I groan as my girl continues to ride me like no one is watching.

I brush the hair from Freya’s shoulder, burying my face in her neck. “Do you want Celest to kiss you? Not your lips. Those are for me.”

“I… I want… want…”

“Get up, little one. Turn and face the other way and take my dick like a good little girl.” She’s quick to reposition herself, greedy for my dick once more. With her back to my chest, I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go. “Chest out.” She’s so responsive and such a good little girl for Daddy.

“What do you want me to do, Master Harrison’s little one?” Celest now stands before Freya, still unashamedly naked.

My little one tenses in my arms, and I know she’s too shy to ask, even after everything we’ve done tonight.

“I will allow you to kiss her breasts while I bring her to orgasm. I want you to bite her nipples until she feels the sting as my dick splits her in two.”

“Yes, Master Harrison.”

“Her mouth and her cunt are off limits. She belongs to me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Freya interjects, panting as she continues to circle her hips with my dick deep inside her, seated to the hilt.

Celest reaches forward, cupping Freya’s ample breasts, heavy with arousal as her friend leans in, pressing her lips to my little one’s wickedly sinful curves. Freya’s head drops back against my chest, every thrust of her hips hitting the spot. It takes everything in me to delay my gratification. I’m hard as a rock and aching to come, but this isn’t about me.

With the masks gone and the truth out, Freya is a vision of blissful sensuality as she gives herself over to the pleasure being wrung from her body by Celest and me.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on to see another woman sucking on my little one’s breasts. I watch enraptured as Freya pushes her chest forward, leaning into her friend’s caress. She reaches one arm behind my neck, anchoring herself as she continues to thrust. To take what she wants.

“Daddy… it’s too much. I can’t. I need. I want.”

I wrap my arm around her waist as I meet her hips with mine, forcing her to take everything I have. “It’s okay, little one. When you’re ready, you can come.”

Celest licks, kisses, and nibbles Freya’s nipples, teasing her to the edge of madness. I feel the moment my girl lets everything else fall away, giving herself completely to the sensations hitting her from all angles. As her cunt tenses around my dick, I slam into her until she cascades over the edge, screaming for me as she comes hard. “Daddy… oh God… yes… Daddy. Daddy!”

She pulls me down with her, my dick pulsing as I spill myself inside her. We ride the aftershocks together, the crowd clapping for the show they just witnessed.

Every fiber of my being is buzzing with adrenaline, turned on, my dick still hard inside her.

I press a gentle kiss to Freya’s shoulder as she slumps back against me. “How was that, little one?”

“A-mazing, Daddy. I never knew it could be this way.”

“I believe we just uncovered a few more of your kinks.” Her cheeks blush as she turns to meet my gaze.

“Was it… okay for you?”

“Yes, little one. But I’ve shared you enough for one night. My private room, now. You’ll have to dress to go through the bar downstairs, but I expect you naked, in the right position in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I can’t take my eyes off her as she slips on her clothes on and stops to embrace Celest before disappearing down the stairs.

As I force my erection into my pants, Logan Fitzgerald comes to a stop in front of me, a slow clap echoing through the room. “That was quite the show. You finally decided to find a forever sub.”

His words are jarring. He was a Master Dom, training submissives for over a decade before falling in love with his now wife. We’re not the same. That’s what I’m telling myself.

“No. She’s a trainee.”

“It didn’t look that way. I’ve never seen you allow a sub in training to dictate what someone else, male or female, may do to them.”

“She’s new to, well, everything.”

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