Page 10 of The Masquerade: Room 2

He pulls back, leaving me bereft. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, little one. You can keep it on if you so wish.”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you want me to keep mine on, or do you want to see my face as I bury it between your thighs?” Holy Mother of God.

“Keep it on,” I choke past my nerves, desperate for more of his touch.

“Then you will call me Sir. Understood?”

“Yes.”

He leans in, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “That’s your first mistake, little one. I think you meant to say yes, Sir.” My heartbeat goes wild.

“Yes, Sir,” I pant in a breathy whisper.

“Good girl.” His fingers trail down my arm until they interlace with mine, and he leads me to a bed in the center of the room. “Sit on the edge.”

I do as I’m told, my eyes glancing at the blacked-out window on the wall. A two-way mirror?

“Last chance to close the curtains.” He drops to his knees in front of me. “Tell me what you want.”

“Leave them open… Sir.”

“Well done, little one.” He leisurely slips his hand under my dress, caressing my calf as he makes his way up to my knee. “Now, tell me your safeword.”

“I don’t have one.” He stops his ascent, pinning me with his gaze.

“I could tell you’re new to this, but you’re brand new, aren’t you, little one?”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.”

“That’s okay.” Every cell in my body is focused on where his warm hand grips my leg. “Choose a word. Something easy to remember. If you want me to stop what I’m doing, you use that word, and I will cease everything.” I read about this, but I didn’t plan ahead.

“Um… lavender.”

He starts drawing circles with his fingertips, his striking green eyes staring up at me from behind his mask. “Lavender. Beautiful. Now, tell me you understand. You are in complete control. You say your safeword, and I stop. No matter what.”

“I understand, Sir.”

I’m mesmerized as he licks his lips, his other hand now under my gown, pushing it up over my knees. My body is trembling, nerves swarming my stomach as he slides his fingers up my thighs before hooking them under my panties and slowly easing the lace down my legs and dropping them to the floor.

My masked Dom trails soft kisses up my legs, savoring every inch as he gets closer to the apex of my thighs. Pushing my gown up toward my waist, his eyes drop to where I ache for his touch. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I want him.

“So beautiful. You’re already wet for me. Shall I see how you taste?” I feel my cheeks blush as he kneels between my legs, pushing them apart until I’m on display for his eyes only. From here, he’s careful to shield me from anyone watching.

“Yes, Sir.”

He groans in approval as he holds my gaze, dipping his head to where I need him at this moment. The second his lips brush against my sex, my entire body quivers, the rapid rise and fall of my chest giving away just how much I desire his mouth on me.

Pressing open-mouthed kisses to my most tender flesh, he darts his tongue out, tasting me in one long, languorous kiss, making me moan. I know I should be embarrassed, but it feels so good.

“That’s it, little one. Let me hear you.” He continues his ministrations, moving one hand up to my stomach, holding me in place as he licks, nibbles, and kisses me until all I care about is where our bodies meet.

“Oh God… yes… yes…”

“You taste so fucking good. I could eat you for hours, little one. You’re sweet like honey.” His breath is warm against my skin, making me even wetter. “Such a good girl.” He kisses me. “Do you want me to show whoever is watching this pretty pussy of yours?”

My back arches off the bed, a slick sheen of sweat coating my body as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

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