Page 40 of Masked in Deception
“You’ve got a tight fucking pussy for such a goddamn slut, you know that?” I really don’t want to compliment her, but I can’t help myself.
Her answering moans remind me of the night she used them to compose a symphony for me, and I can’t take it. I reach around her body to gag her with my fingers, suppressing her tongue so she can’t make another sound to remind me that she’s been in Paris screaming for God knows who the past two years.
This is the hardest I’ve ever fucked, but it’s not enough. I need more, both for myself but for her too. I want it to hurt so much she can’t finish. I want her to show up at our next meeting limping and empty.
I want to humiliate her.
I take my fingers out of her mouth, wiping all the spit that she couldn’t swallow across her face, and push her down against the couch as I climb over her. One knee rests beside her while I push her face down into the cushion with my combat boot on her cheek. The new leverage allows me to finally fuck her as hard as I want, but without my fingers gagging her, she releases a tinylittle squeak. I stop moving completely for a moment, my hips flush against her ass. The room is so silent, you could hear a pin drop, before I continue.
“Shut.”Thrust.“The.”Thrust.“Fuck.”Thrust.“Up.”Thrust.
“If you whimper one more time, or make one more goddamn noise, I’m taking this fucking condom off and fucking your ass raw.”
Her pussy fuckingclenches.Moving my hand to her ass, I circle my thumb around the rim of her unfilled hole as I start fucking into her again.
“Of course you want something in your ass. I forgot what a little whore you are.”
She doesn’t answer, remaining quiet like I commanded. I reward her for her obedience, using her wetness to slowly sink my thumb into her ass as I fuck her like a man possessed. My girl does well, though. She stays quiet, even when her body starts shaking uncontrollably, and I start feeling flutters around both my thumb and cock.
“There you go. What a natural fucking submissive you are, staying quiet while I do whatever I want to you. That’s what you want, right? You came here to be used. And you’re taking it like a fucking champ.”
I could fuck her all night, but when her orgasm deepens, and she’s milking the shit out of my dick, I can’t hold on any longer. Her piercing scream finally pulls me over the edge, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
After giving myself a moment to catch my breath, I pull my leg back to where I’m straddling her ass, then get up to take the condom off and tuck myself back in my pants.
I turn to leave, but something possesses me. I pause, then walk back over to where she’s flipped herself to sit on the couch. Squeezing her mouth, I wait until she opens it enough for me to pour the contents of the condom into it.
“Swallow.”
She does.
“Good little whore,” I say, giving her cheek a light slap before turning again to leave.
“Meet me here next week. Same day. Same time,” I call into the room as the door closes behind me.
Chapter thirty-seven
Holy fuck. The door closes behind the masked stranger who just fucked me within an inch of my life, and I feel a trail of wetness trickle down my thigh, realizing it’s my cum. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard that it literally leaked out of me.Fuck.I let out a laugh, feeling like a wet, cooked noodle, just flopped on this couch without a care in the world. I’m not even going to try to force any thoughts into my brain. I’m just going to lie here for a bit, then sink into the tub that I know is in the adjoining suite. I have two more hours in here to myself, based on the clock on the wall, and I intend to luxuriate in the fucking I just experienced.
I’m having a lovely soak and thinking of what a delicious monster cock my masked man has when I suddenly come back into my full stream of consciousness, and it hits me like a bucket of cold water.
What theactualfuck did I just do? Crawl on my hands and knees to amanwho I then let fuck my throat and call me a slut and a whore?Am I high right now?Did that just happen?He put his fucking boot on my face, and I just let him stick his thumb in my ass and then came around his cock for what felt like minutes on end?
I sink under the water to try to reset myself to factory settings, but when I pop back up, not only did all of that still actually happen but I also let this manfeed me his cum from a condom. And I swallowed it.
Jesus Christ, Margot. You were over here floating on a cloud and coming on a guy’s cock while he treated you like shit. Who the fuck does that?
Well…
Wonderful. I’m having a crisis in a sex club bathroom, and my conscience decides to play devil’s advocate.
You did specifically check all those things on your preferences list. In fact, you asked for a rough, dominant fuck and you ranked face fucking, cum swallowing, and degradation as highly interested to try.
I stand out of the bath and towel myself off, already seeing the physical effects of my evening. There are hand-shaped bruises basically everywhere he held me in place tonight—on my neck, shoulders, hips, waist…my traitorous pussy clenches, reminding me I had specifically listed physical marks as something I was highly interested in trying. Turns out I am, in fact, highly interested, and the fingertip pattern along my collarbone from where he held me as he fucked into me from behind is extremely arousing. I bruise fairly easily, but they also fade quickly, so before long, these should be gone. But in the meantime, it looks like I’ve been manhandled—which I was.
Finally, I’m dressed and I’ve completed the mandatory checkout process with the club, letting them know the scene was fine, everything was safe, sane, consensual, no safe words needed, no concerns regarding the other party, etc. They briefly mention aftercare, and I gloss over it, assuring them that I’mfine, and I felt in no way left adrift by my partner. It’s all professional, and I hope Ledger’s clubs have something like this in place to check in with patrons.
In the time it takes me to get home from the club and place a delivery order for comfort food, I’ve circled back to being angry with myself for being horny again at seeing my bruises, and I’m still a little shocked by my reactions to what happened today. I’m a whole-ass CEO and a damn heiress, and nobody has ever talked to me with such disrespect in my life. I would rather fucking die than crawl to a goddamnman.What kind of feminist icon am I even aspiring to be?
