Page 70 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“And when you did find out, why did you continue to let me train with you, Daddy?” Holy Mother of all that is good and pure, I love calling him that. Psychology 101 isn’t a requirement to understand why I have deep-seated Daddy issues.

“Because you were already under my skin. In my every waking thought and every blissful dream. I’m a selfish man, little one, and I want more of you. You’re mine, and I will ruin you for any other man.”

My breath catches at his honesty. The idea that I belong to him should send me running, but I find myself filled with delight. “They say a Dom who trains submissives, by definition, doesn’t want a sub of his own. Why would you want to ruin me for my Dom?”

He grabs me under the arms and hoists me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. “Because I’m your fucking Daddy. I don’t want you to leave and find a Dom more deserving of your affection. I need you more than my next breath, and I…”

His lips crash down on mine as he walks us over to the bed, never breaking our kiss as he lowers me onto the comforter. Reaching between us, I make short work of his pants, fisting his impressive erection, guiding him to my entrance, begging for more.

He takes me in one painful, delicious thrust, seating himself to the hilt as our tongues twist and tangle in a frenzied fuck.

“You’re mine, little one. Say it.”

I moan as his cock fills me, owning me with every move of his hips. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Fucking right. Your cunt is mine.” He swallows my cries as he fucks me hard.

“Yes, Daddy.” I rake my nails down his back, leaving my mark on him. If he wants to own me, then I stake the same claim to him. He’s my Dominant. My Daddy.

I’ve heard the phrase ‘fuck into submission’ before, but at this moment, I understand. Daddy is fucking me into submission, and I take it willingly.

His dirty blond hair is sex-mussed, and his features are devastatingly handsome as he hovers above me, his cock driving into me time and time again. Even though we just had sex, I was facing away from him. This is more intimate, not due to the lack of other people watching, but because we are finally face to face, naked and unashamed, with no barriers to hide behind.

“Fuck, you feel too good, little one. I could spend the rest of my life buried inside you.” His lips find mine once more, his tongue stroking mine in the most tantalizing of ways.

“Yes… yes… Daddy.” It’s like a red rag to a bull. He loses all control, setting a punishing rhythm as he circles his hips, owning me every time he seats himself to the hilt.

“That’s right, little one. I’m your fucking Daddy. Don’t ever forget it,” he growls as he struggles to stave off the orgasm threatening to rip through us like a tidal wave. He is savage in his desire for me, and I’ve never felt so wanted in my life. I give myself over to him completely—body, mind, and soul.

“Oh God… I’m close.”

“Come for Daddy.” Now, I’m the savage, feral with the need for release, clawing at him as my lips find his. Nothing else matters. Only us, in this room, taking and giving as much pleasure as we can wring from each other’s body.

My orgasm is a crack of thunder before the lightning storm as Daddy pulls me under, the roar of his release catapulting me into a second climax. I never want to leave this room or him.

“Jesus, little one, I’ll never get enough of you.” He presses gentle kisses to my neck, just below my ear, making me moan as his hand caresses my breast.

When he finally collapses at my side, I can’t take my eyes off him. Everything that’s happened between us thus far collides with the reality of work and the many conversations we’ve had over the past few months as resident and attending.

The night of the hospital fundraiser comes to mind. He told me to take off my panties, knowing who I was and that he was sitting right there.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I feel like I’ve been played this whole time. You knew I wanted the club to be no strings attached.”

His jaw tightens, ticking as he considers his words. As with everything else, he is meticulous. “All rational thought goes out the window when it comes to you. I’ve broken every rule in the book for one more kiss, caress, or even a damn phone call.”

“What rules?”

“I don’t sleep with virgins. I don’t train subs for more than three months because attachments are made… on their end. I’ve never crossed the line as a Master. I don’t date at work. The list goes on.”

“Why me?” He reaches over, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind my ear, his gaze soft and sensual.

“Because you’re brilliant, beautiful, and there’s a shyness to you that’s endearing.”

“Shy?” I chuckle. “We just had sex in front of a room full of people.”

“And yet you’re avoiding my gaze as you lie here with my cum dripping from your cunt. I’ve never met a submissive who can be bashful and brash at the same time.”

“I’ve never done any of this before.”

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