Page 42 of Masked in Deception
Margot walks in with her entourage, strolling right past me to greet Aaron and every other employee present before turning in my direction and nodding. I give my best fake smile, biting my tongue to avoid saying something extremely unprofessional.Because all I can think about is how fucking good she looked when she swallowed my cum.
She’s wearing another of her gray pantsuits, and it’s strange not to see my princess in pink. At least it’s not another skintight black dress, or I don’t think my dick would survive.
“I see you were able to figure out how a line-by-line checklist works, yes?” she asks, reminding me that this really isn’tmyprincess at all. This is somewhere between a monster and a queen.One who loves to get on her knees for a mysterious masked man.
Before Aaron loses his nerve again and abandons ship, I step in to take the brunt of her criticism. “Yes, we mere mortals finally figured it out,Princess.”
The hatred in her eyes still hurts, and I would be lying to myself if I said otherwise. My cock, on the other hand, growsharder by the minute with the memory of how those hate-filled eyes looked crawling to me.
“Hmm, I much prefer the Italian rendition of that pet name.Principessajust has a certain ring to it. Don’t you think so?”
Now it’s my turn to showcase my anger. Her goons shuffle forward as I stalk over to her, but she doesn’t move a muscle. Just cranes her head up to meet my eyes as I step within a half inch of her.
Honestly, I don’t know what I was going to say.You weren’t crawling to an Italian the other nightseems wrong, present company considered. Luckily, looking up at me caused her hair to fall back just enough for me to notice the bruises she attempted to conceal with makeup, and I’m saved.
I lean down close enough to keep our conversation private but still maintain eye contact. “Did you fall,Princess,or are all those bruises you’re trying to hide from that Italian you seem to always reference?”
The way her skin flushes is answer enough. I allow myself a moment to stare into those eyes I’ve loved all my life, but I step away before she can think of a proper reply and head back to where the rest of my team stands. “Alright, everyone, let’s get this show on the road. Our partners from La Reinedon’t have all day.”
With that, the meeting continues as well as one could hope. We’ve nailed down most of the bigger details before our twenty participants arrive for the fitting.
Watching her in her element is awe-inspiring. I’ve appreciated her brilliance her whole life, but this is different. This ismore.She’s a grown-ass woman on her way to building her own empire.
If I felt guilty for our masked night before, it’s tenfold now as I watch my Margot embody what she was always supposed to become. This is why I sent her to Paris in the first place.
That is, until her hair falls again, and I catch sight of those poorly concealed bruises.I’m only a man after all.
They trail from her neck into her blouse, a perfect replica of my hand around her throat, and before I know it, my mind wanders to what lingerie she’s wearing beneath her professional attire. Would it be like what she wore to the club the other night? Surely not. It’s probably a lacy bra and panty set. Maybe a matching garter like the set she made for me years ago.
“That’ll do it then,” Aaron says as the last participant finishes getting fitted.
Margot says goodbye to my team before finally acknowledging my existence. “Until next time, Mr. Carter,” she says, holding her hand out for me to shake.
I take her hand in mine, but instead of shaking it, I pull it to my mouth and lightly kiss her dainty knuckles. “Until next time,Princess.Let me know if you need any cream for those bruises.”
As expected, she yanks her hand back with the dramatic effect I know all too well and stomps out of the club, taking her sidekicks with her. My cock grows hard as I watch her walk away, her perfect ass jiggling ever so slightly as her hips sway, reminding me of how it shook with every thrust as I was taking her from behind.Oh, we are definitely doing that again.
“God, she’s such a bitch,” someone says as soon as the last of her posse is out of the building.
I snap around to thesoon-to-beex-employeeand stalk toward the asshole while I lay my threat. “Do. Not. Ever. Let me hear that word come out of your mouth in regard to that woman again. Do you understand me?”
The giggling stops, leaving the room in silence as the young man cowers, bowing his head as he mumbles his apology.
I look around at the others who seemed to enjoy his comment, noticing how their relaxed demeanor stiffens. I’ve always taken pride in my ability to lead without making anyonefeel uncomfortable, but the heat from my stare isn’t inspiring anything but fear at the moment. “If I hear aboutanyonesaying a single negative thing about Ms. Sinclair, they’ll be fired on the spot. Do I make myself clear?”
Each employee agrees to my terms, allowing me to storm off and let thoughts of my dirty little princess calm me down.
While I was hiding away in my office to avoid biting anyone’s head off, I decided to be somewhat productive.
I initially reached out to Ledger to try to talk about whatever the fuck happened last week, but he’s so busy with Sloane. Plus, this isn’t exactly his forte, so he recommended I text Henry.
It’s no mystery to us that Henry has been a well-known Dom in the kink community for years. It seems silly now that I didn’t reach out to him directly, but I honestly wasn’t even thinking about how what we did would be considered part of the BDSM spectrum.
While I don’t think I’m ready to go full Dom, I would like to rack his brain on how to proceed with things as my masked persona. He agreed to lunch, but he won’t be free until after I told her to meet me. So I did the only thing I could do and researched on my own.
Don’t get me wrong, owning a sex club pretty much comes with a general overview of at least the most common of kinks, a sex club manual if you will. But I’ve never been interested in any power exchange, so, Google to the rescue. I feel relatively competent now, more sure of what happened between us andwhy. I’ve at least let go of enough guilt to be able to fantasize about that night without feeling like a total jackass.
Someone might partake in such proclivities for many reasons, and from what I’ve found, it can be rather common with people in positions of power. I feel confident that Margot’s particular inclination has something to do with how her mind always tends to run nonstop. For me, well…I never realized that sending her to Paris would take her away completely. And her submission is nice after feeling soirrelevantthese past couple of years.
