Page 45 of Masked in Deception
“Yes, Sir.”
I’ve once again underestimated Margot Sinclair’s ability to alter my perception of reality, and I’ll pay for this instance just as endlessly and painfully as the others. In this moment, I don’t even fucking care that she doesn’t know who I am. She listened to me, felt my intention, saw it in my eyes, and decided to trust me. Am I not still myself, even under the balaclava? My princess might not know who she’s submitting to, but she trusts my energy and my dominance. This version of myself doesn’t even have to be a part of Jack Carter, truthfully. It certainly didn’t exist in me before she and I walked into this room last week, and it exists only for her.
I decide I’ve heard enough for now, and I want to see if she’s really ready to let go for me. I’ve seen how tired she’s been lately. Still beautiful, still glowing, but tired. Running three huge projects simultaneously will wear anyone down, and I doubt she’s had much downtime since she moved back. I can’t fix all of her problems, especially while she hates me in real life, but I cantake away some of her stress for a few hours at least.And punish her for how she’s been acting lately.
Stepping back from where I’ve been crowding her, Margot sags a little against the doorway, as if I was structural to her verticality. I return to my chair and sit down, stretching my legs out wide in front of me. Let’s see how far my horny girl will go. Based on the glaze in her eyes just from taking away her speech for a bit, I’d say she’s well on her way to floating already.
“Crawl to me. Slowly. Half the speed of last time.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. I reach down to adjust my aching cock as she drops to her hands and knees and begins her slow approach from the other side of the room. I can see the swells of her heavy breasts as they move with her, held high by her corset but still mostly hidden by the robe I haven’t removed yet. When she reaches the halfway point, I tell her to stick her tongue out, and again, she doesn’t hesitate.
As she makes her way to me, hips swaying and tongue out in invitation, it takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to leave my chair, pin her to the floor, and fuck her raw. But I have so many ideas in mind for my pet, so I can’t stop the fun before it begins.
Finally, she reaches me and sits back on her knees just like last time. “You may close your mouth, pet. Stand.”
She glides gracefully to her feet, even in her heels, and I decide I’m going to torture her just a little while I sate a desire I’ve had for more years than I can admit. I’m going to inspect my princess. Mypet.
Before I sit back down, I unbelt my jeans and pull them down with my boxers, just far enough for my weeping cock to spring free. I plan to ignore it for the next thirty minutes or so, but I’m betting on the fact that she won’t be able to. I want her to see it and need it inside her so desperately that she uses one of her few words she’s allowed, andbegsme for it.
Without addressing the fact that my dick stands proudly at attention between us, I sit down, spread my legs, and pull Margot to stand just in front of me. Pulling the tie on her robe, I let it fall before tossing it away.Fuck. Me.She’s wearing something that has to be from her Noir collection, a black corset top that’s sheer except for the boning, giving me a perfect view of her nipples that look painfully hard. She’s not wearing any panties…
I reach out and give a light smack to her cunt that’s out and in my face, since she’s wearing a garter belt, thigh-high stockings, andno fucking panties.She gasps but stays quiet.
“Do you make it a habit of walking around with nothing covering your cunt?”
“No, Sir.”
“Only for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm.” Unable to help myself, I slide one thick finger into her tight little slit, collect a portion of the wetness gathering there, and lift my balaclava to taste her. I couldn’t wait one more second, not when my dessert presented itself to me on a platter with no lid.
“Fucking delectable, pet,” I say, waiting to see if she’ll fuck up and say thank you. But my girl is smart and stays quiet.
Sitting straight up, I stare at her smooth cunt for so long I know she’s uncomfortable, but she should get used to being observed like this. Appraised. In the same way people stare at Michelangelo’sDavidfor hours, Margot should be on a pedestal and admired. But only by me.
“Turn around, feet hip-width apart. Bend over and put your hands around your ankles.”
Her eyes widen, but she slowly turns and does as I’ve asked. What a genius I am, to have her present this fucking perfect cuntto me. It’s glistening, nearly dripping, and the satisfaction I have knowing I did this is otherworldly.
“Tell me, pet. Have you ever been fucked like this before? Bent in half, legs wide, completely at the mercy of the man behind you, spreading this pussy open with his cock?”
A shuddering intake of breath tells me she’s just as affected by this as I am.
“No, Sir.”
“And do you like the idea of it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stand tall behind her and place my boots on the outside of her feet so that her heels can't slide any farther apart and allow her to fall, but I keep my body off hers for now.
“I think, pet, that you with your legs spread wide and with nowhere to go is my favorite position,” I murmur, slowly beginning to trail my hands up and down the inside of her thighs, barely touching the wetness at her center before moving them away.
Her little thighs are trembling, and her breaths are coming faster now.
“I’m not surprised that you like it. It’s perfect for such a good little whore like yourself.”
