Page 44 of Masked in Deception
“Good girl.”
Fuck, are there tears in my eyes? Now I’ll be covered in tears, snot, and spit…
“Pet,” he says harshly, drawing my eyes back to his. “If I want you to have any thoughts or opinions other than answers to the questions I’m asking, I’ll give them to you, understand?”
I nod.
“Does it scare you to feel the way you do in this room? To not be in charge of every minute decision for once?”
I nod.
“Do you want to play with me again, knowing that you’re in charge, but I’ll be making every decision?”
This is what he’s been getting at. Reassuring me, reminding me of my safe word and my taps, and asking if I’m brave enough to engage in something that scares me but offers so much pleasure.The last time I took this risk, I got burned.But this isn’t that. This is safe. A safe space for release with my masked man. He won’t break my heart like Jack did. He can’t. I don’t even know who he is.I’m safe to let go with him. He won’t hurt me in any way I don’t ask for.
I nod.
Pure triumph flashes across his eyes, and he releases a fraction of the tension he was holding himself with.
“What a perfect slut you are, being brave so you can be fucked until you’re mindless. I’m very proud, pet.”
If he wasn’t practically holding me up against the door, I might melt into a puddle right here.
“Now, I’m going to take my fingers out of your mouth, but I want you to listen very carefully. What I’m about to say is aruleI expect to be followed consistently when we’re together at all times until a scene ends, and because it’s arule,there will be consequences if it isn’t followed. We’ll practice for today since we haven’t discussed punishment yet, but nod if you understand.”
I nod.
“When I take my fingers out of your mouth, you’ll be able to speak again, but as a rule, I don’t want you to. Forming thoughts, voicing them…that isn’t why you’re here. It’s not your purpose here, pet. Your purpose here is to take what I give you, understand?”
I nod.
“If I ask you a direct question, you may answer with yes, Sir or no, Sir. For now, you can say please whenever you want, but if you abuse this, I’ll reconsider. I look forward to hearing you beg, but I won’t tolerate whining. If Iaskyou to beg, you can be more creative, but not today. Do you understand?”
I nod. He takes his fingers out of my mouth and moves his hand back to rest at my throat as I roll my jaw a couple of times and shut my mouth, relishing in finally swallowing my spit as his eyes crinkle down at me.
“Now, I want one of your approved verbal responses to the next question, and then I want to hear your safe word when I ask for it. We aren’t ending our scene, but I want to make sure you know it. Do you recall your safe word?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes crinkle again as if he’s beaming, and I wish for the first time this balaclava wasn’t covering his undoubtedly gorgeous face. “That’s a good girl. Now, tell me your safe word.”
“Sprinkles,” I whisper.
“Lovely. Mine is chocolate, for the record. If you say it again without me asking for it, we stop. The last thing I have to tell you for now, pet, is very important.”
I look intently into his dark gaze as he steps even closer into my space.
“Words that aren’t either of our safe words won’t have any impact on me at all. We didn’t mention what happens if you say no, stop, or it hurts. We didn’t discuss them because you saying them meansnothing,pet. You may say them when you’re feeling what you think is too much pleasure, but what you think doesn’t matter, as we’ve already established. You may say it hurts, and sometimes it will, but it’s because I decided to make it hurt.”
He’s whispering now, every dark promise just between us. If anyone else were in this room, even three feet away, they wouldn’t hear his filthy words to me now.
“If you want to stop, use your safe word. Otherwise, you’re mine, pet. Do you understand?”
Do I understand? At this point, I’m not sure I even know my own name. But I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I want everything this man has to give me, even if he has to force me to take it and even if it hurts. I look into the brown eyes, almost black with lust and familiar in a way I don’t understand.Please don’t burn me.
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter forty
