Page 54 of Masked in Deception
Texting Margot back and forth this past week about some of our limits and preferences for our time together has had a multitude of effects on me. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal, and it feels like my dick has been at least half hard unless I’m actively working or asleep. It’s been intimidating to see her plainly state the things that she’s interested in and to know in my soul thatI’m the onemeant to be giving her these things.
If I wasn’t such a piece of shit, fucking her when she doesn’t know who I am, I might think it’s poetic that if she hadn’t gone to Paris, neither of us would’ve explored these aspects of ourselves. I’m also extremely excited to get my hands on her because I know she’s going to break a rule, possibly on purpose, and her ass needs to be reddened for showing up to my club looking like sin incarnate last week.Yeah, it’s gonna be a good night.
I’m dressed in my usual uniform of boots, utility pants, a dark shirt, a balaclava, and my trusty brown contacts. Quietly opening the door to our reserved room, I’m excited to see whatshe’s up to, considering I’m, let’s see, thirty-seven minutes late. Her instructions were to be kneeling on the special cushions I provided, legs hip-width apart, head bowed, and palms on her thighs. She knows I don’t want her words, sounds, or eyes until I ask for them tonight, but she can answer direct questions softly with yes, Sir and no, Sir. Our last check-in was ten minutes before her arrival time to confirm safe words, our color system, and tap outs, and she asked specifically that we don't check in again until we’re well into the scene, as it interferes with her suspension of disbelief.
Dirty girl.
Delighted, I see that my little setup has had exactly its desired effect. She’s kneeling on two square cushions, providing memory foam support to her knees. But another cushion is in front of her, and on it, an app-controlled wand. She knew when she came in here that she was to adjust it to sitjust againsther clit, and under no circumstances was she allowed to come. I activated the wand twenty minutes ago.
She’s desperate, my little princess—covered in a sheen of sweat and wearing nothing but her diamond choker. While discussing her attire for the night, she confided that her lace mask is itchy, and she knows it doesn’t cover much, so she chose to forgo it. I can see the entirety of her gorgeous face. She’s trembling, especially her thighs, and I know it has nothing to do with holding her position—she’s in better shape than I am. No, she’s just desperate and aching to be filled. I approach her as I chuckle darkly, and she stills. She’s in for a long-ass night.
Turning off the wand, I move it out of my way before kneeling before her. I reach between her thighs without preamble to see how wet she is. She shakes as soon as I touch her, but she’s being so strong for now, keeping her eyes down and making no noise.She’s soaked,and as soon as I breach her little hole to release all her delicious wetness, she’s dripping. I pull my finger backjust to slowly circle her entrance, teasing her pussy lips on every pass.
“Good evening, pet,” I say roughly, still using my extra-deep voice so there’s no chance she hears Jack anywhere underneath. “We haven’t even started yet, and you’re dripping on my floor like a fucking whore. I think it’s going to be a very, very long night for you. And that’s if you find it in you to be useful, which I doubt.”
No noise, but my girl has tells. Her abs clench at the degradation, and she breathes deeply, trying to control herself. I stand, licking my fingers.Delicious.I should make her come over and over, collect it, glaze a piece of lemon cake with it, and make her feed it to me.Next time.
Pulling her new leash out of my pocket, the platinum chain shines as I clip it to the ring at the back of her necklace.
“Come.”
She obeys the command beautifully, crawling after me on her hands and knees as I lead her across the room to a new velvet bench that I ordered. This room is now exclusively ours 24/7 until I release the contract on it, which hopefully won’t be for a while yet. It’s nice to not worry about anyone else being in here between our scenes, other than the cleaning crew.
I tap the bench. “Up. On your back, head hanging off the end. Reach back and hold my thighs with your hands, that’s a good girl. Bend your knees and spread your legs as wide as they can go. I want to see what the fuck I’m paying for.”
She shudders but does as she’s told, being such a good girl for me, although I know it’s killing her not to look me in the eyes. It’s a more subtle form of degradation than words, and fuck if it’s not effective.
“I’ve had a long week, and you’re here for me to use. Isn’t that right, whore? Tell me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, now open up so I can fuck this throat. Wide, unless you want me to stretch the corners of that tight mouth so far they bleed.”
That’s all the warning she gets before my cock is all the way in the back of her throat. She’s gagging, but she’s breathing through her nose so I know she knows what to do.
“I forgot what an expert cocksucker you were,” I taunt, starting to slowly thrust in and out but giving her barely any time between thrusts to breathe. This really isn’t for her, but I see her pussy clenching, trying to find any relief but getting nothing. “You’re getting wetter while I fuck your throat, pet. Did you know you were that much of a slut? If I played with your hard little nipple right now, would you come?”
Tears, snot, and spit stream down her cheeks, and as ruined as she is right now, I want more. Picking up my pace, I reach up and slap each of her perfect tits before grabbing both nipples with my fingers. She screams, and I pinch harder. Fuck, I’m gonna come. Releasing her, I pull out of her mouth and grab her around the waist, placing her upright on the bench with her knees wide before thrusting back into her mouth roughly. This has taken an embarrassingly short amount of time, but her mouth is perfect.And I’ll get more later. She’s the one who’s only coming once tonight.
“I’m gonna come in this dirty mouth, pet, and you’re not going to swallow. I want you to hold it in your mouth for me. Now. Eyes.”
Her eyes snap to mine, so wet with tears and blown black with lust that I would have no idea what color they were if I didn’t already know that blue so well that I’d see it in any lifetime. She’s a vision, and her eyes are what push me over the edge.
Groaning, I tilt my head back but keep my eyes locked on hers, hands on either side of her head as she hollows her cheeks to suck out every last drop of my cum as I fill her mouth. Whenshe’s got it all, she sits, keeping her eyes on me as I pull away from her mouth to squat in front of her. She assumes her resting position again like a natural, knees spread and hands on thighs, but her eyes are still tracking me because I haven’t overridden that command yet. So fucking smart.
I let her hold it for long enough to become uncomfortable and watch as she actively fights her instinct to swallow. Finally, my urge to see wins out.
“Show me,” I growl. She opens her mouth, trying to let me see but keep everything inside. Lovely, but not what I want. “Stick out your tongue. Let me see it all.”
Her eyes widen, but she complies, and immediately a torrent of my cum mixed with her spit gushes from her mouth, down her chin, and drips down onto her breasts. She’s wet from a variety of our fluids now, and looks as debauched as I’ve ever seen a woman. Her eyes are on me, her tongue is still out, and she’s just waiting for me to tell her what to do.
I could cry. Later, I will. Later tonight, when she’s taken care of and I know she’s home and safe, I’ll go home, remember how she trusted me in this moment, and sob like a baby. But that has to wait because my pet still needs to be fucked.
I reach to where most of my cum trails between her breasts and use two fingers to spread it over every inch of her chest and stomach, paying special attention to her nipples and seeing fresh tears fill her eyes when I do. This will dry and hopefully be uncomfortable—one more layer of insurance that she won’t be thinking of anything but me all night. Once she’s coated, I put my fingers back in her mouth.
“You’ve gotten my fingers dirty, pet. Clean them.”
She sucks them like it’s her job, and when they’re clean, she sticks her tongue back out. Now she’s just being a teacher’s pet, wanting extra credit.
