Page 46 of Masked in Deception
I give her just one finger, all the way in, and I hold it still as she gasps.
“Whores love to be on display like this. It allows them to show off all their best assets and make themselves as useful as possible, with holes open for anyone who needs them. I think next time I’ll bring a spreader bar to keep your legs nice and wide for me, so you can’t close them even if you want to.”
Her pussy clenches desperately around my finger, and I give her a second, then a third. No movement, just a plug to remind her I’m here. And to make sure she’s ready for this cock she’s about to get.
“You’re being such a good girl for me. My fingers are soaked, and I have a perfect view of your tight little asshole, pet. Have you ever taken a cock this big in your ass?”
“No, Sir…” she whispers, although it’s more like the world’s softest sob.
“Mmm. Not tonight. But soon,” I whisper, laughing darkly as her trembling intensifies. “I’m having a little trouble, though. If I take you like this, I’m not sure if I should rip your tits out of this corset and hold on to them for leverage while I fuck you, or just put both of my hands around your throat until you pass out.”
She’s been so distracted by my soft murmurings that she hasn’t noticed the condom wrapper ripping. Poor thing. She’ll be so surprised. She’s not getting the moment of time to back out that I gave her last time, either. I line my head up with her tight little cunt, reach around to put one hand around her throat and one halfway over her mouth, and thrust in to the hilt in one smooth slide before she even realizes what’s happening.
Her scream is ear-piercing, even with my hand halfway covering her mouth, and her legs shake as I feel her walls strangle my dick with the power of her orgasm.
“I told you that you were a desperate little slut, and you are, aren’t you? Coming just from me putting my cock in you.”
I haven’t even given her one stroke yet, and I feel like I could come too, just from feeling her explode around me. Instead, I stay fully seated inside her, feeling every one of the aftershocks as her orgasm rolls on and on. Being deep inside her hot, tight pussy as it massages me is cathartic, and although the urge to thrust is there, I’m enjoying her being my little cocksleeve and keeping me warm. It’s only been a couple of minutes—I can’t have my girl passing out from being upside down for too long—before she trembles again and lets out a little whine.
“Something to say, pet?”
I almost don’t hear her at first, and I’m starting to think she might actually pass out when I hear her faint, “Please.”
Fucking music to my ears.
I laugh, delighted she’s desperate enough to ask for what she wants.
“Oh my perfect girl, you only had to ask. Stand up and put your hands on your tits.”
Still deep in her pussy, I pick her up by the hips and walk us over to the couch. Instead of placing her face down on the cushion like last time, I bend her over the arm and spread her legs, holding them in place at a much better angle for my height than the cushions.
Finally, I start to thrust, and it’s a good thing she’s already come once because I’m not going to last long like this. She’s on another plane of existence right now, being such a good quiet girl for me, and I can feel her fluttering up to another orgasm while the cum from her first orgasm starts to form a ring around the base of my cock.Jesus,it might take even less time than I anticipated to come.
Reaching around, I find her poor neglected clit and start giving her the small, fast circles she likes. I know she’s hypersensitive, so I wonder how she’ll react.
“No!” she screams, writhing in my arms.Fuck, even better than I imagined.“Please, please no, Sir, it hurts. Please no more.”
I ignore her, chasing my release and feeling her tumble over the cliff at the same time, squeezing the life out of me and making me come so hard I’m briefly afraid I’ll pass out. And then who will be in charge? I make sure she hears exactly how she’s affected me, groaning directly beneath her ear as I fill the condom. Taking just a second to catch my breath, I ease out as gently as possible, feeling a little smug as she winces.Yeah, Princess. You’ll be sore as fuck tomorrow.
I’m pulling off the condom and walking to grab a blanket to wrap her in when I hear a small, “Sir?” from the couch. I turn, and my knees almost buckle at the sight of my perfect pet sitting on the couch, tongue out, obviously asking me to empty the condom in her mouth just like last week.I am so fucked.I could never deny her anything, and I don’t deny her this. Giving her cheek a soft stroke, I help her swallow every last drop of my cum.I mean, she’s earned it. She can have it however she wants.
She lets out a contented sigh, and I see exactly how hazy her eyes are. Kneeling in front of her, I meet her gaze.
“You were a perfect girl for me tonight. I’m so proud of you.”
My heart warms at her happy little grin, and I realize that however fucked I thought I was in this situation, it’s exponentially worse. But I can’t find it in me to care. Now’s my chance.
I retrieve the burner phone I left in the room’s locker and place it on top of the stack of clothes I have laid out for her. Until this all comes crashing down, I’m going to take any scrap of attention from any version of Margot Sinclair I can get—until she unmasks me.
Chapter forty-one
“That’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Mark says, sipping his martini and eyeing Marco hungrily. “We need to get some masks and go back to the club, babe.”
I blush, feeling a little better that the kinkiest night of my life sounds desirable and not terrifying to my friends. Not for the first time, I realize how lucky and grateful I am to have these two men in my life. Maybe New York will start to feel more like where I’m meant to be soon. Especially if my masked man continues to be a part of it.
“He sounds like a wet dream to me, cara. With the mask and the dark energy…mmm.” Marco winks at me, then turns to Mark. “I think you’re right, tesoro. We should spice things up a bit.”
“It’s not creepy, though, that he gave me this phone? For all I know, he could be tracking me, or hacking it, and planning to traffic me or hold me for ransom.” I voice these thoughts even though I know they’re bullshit. My masked man issafe,I just know it.
