Page 56 of Masked in Deception
He slides the desk chair closer to the desk and…works, I guess. I can’t hear a keyboard click with my ears plugged, but I can feel the ropey muscles in his arms flex in a rhythmic pattern. His heartbeat is fast, but steady—not racing the way mine is. His breathing is even, and I’m rapidly falling right back into that place I was approaching earlier. Like sleep, but better. A floaty half nap, on a cloud-shaped magic carpet. I’m faintly aware of him still—his heat, the smell of his cologne, and the musk that’s so uniquely him—but I float off, my tether to the world as thin as my platinum leash.
I’m jolted back into reality by a searing pain that quickly dissolves into pleasure, and I realize the high-pitched whining noise I hear is me. My next series of realizations come one after the other. While I was in float-mode, Sir covered himself with a condom, then just picked me up and slid me right down onto his cock, to the hilt. This clearly surprised half-conscious Margot and made me squeal out involuntarily. My noise must have led him to remove one of my earplugs, allowing me to hear myself and also hear him now.
“That’s ten, pet. I’m not finished working yet. Go back to being a quiet slut who’s seen and not heard, or we’ll have to add more to your total.”
With that, my earplug is back in and I’m back where I was, except better. But also so, so much worse. Sir’s cock is massive, I know this. It was down my throat earlier. I felt every damn inch. And he’s fucked me deeply with it before, at angles that had him hitting my cervix with every thrust. But now, he’s sat me on it, and he’s not moving a muscle. Still typing, but there’s no indication that being buried inside me is affecting him at all.
Ithurts,this position. He’s deep enough to make my stomach ache. My pussy feels every inch of girth he’s stretching me around. I want to grind against him, pull my feet out from around him, and ride him into the next century. I’m trying to stop myself from even clenching around him, afraid if I do so, I’ll come and add more spanks to my punishment.
Would that be the worst thing?
Stop. Yes. It would be. You’ve been almost perfect tonight, earning ten spanks. Not bad for your first test. Don’t give up now. With nothing to focus on earlier and his dick not inside me, I floated. Now, speared on this monstrosity with nowhere to go, I’m sinking. I can feel the itchy dried cum all over me, I’m thirsty, and the ache between my legs is intensifying. God, this is torture. He has to know this is torture. How is he calmly working right now?What is he even working on, a fucking novel?Okay, if I just breathe and think about how comfy I am, maybe I can float again. In through my nose, out through my mouth. As my exhale washes over his neck, I feel Sir tense.Oh.Did he like that? Trying it again, I swear I feel a shiver. Oh yes. I need to make this man’s control snap, then he’ll fuck me. I’m not allowed to move or make noise, but he didn’t specify anything about my mouth.
At this point, if this is against the rules, fuck it. Slowly, I stick my tongue out and run it along the crease between his neck and shoulder. I feel his dick pulse within me, so I do it again. After my third pass, I pull the skin between my lips and suck hard.Oh my God, he just gave me a little thrust. Fuck yes.I suck harderand harder, unable to fully reach his neck. He’s thrusting into me consistently now, if a little shallowly. I’m not going to be able to come like this unless I get friction on my clit. Deciding to push my luck one more time, I dig my teeth into the meat of his shoulder and bite as hard as I can, until I taste copper.
He pulls me all the way off his dick before thrusting in once more, so hard it’s mostly pain and little pleasure. I feel my throat vibrate with my scream even though I can’t hear it. He pulls me off again and lays me on my front on the desk, knees bent wide and all the way up by my waist so that I’m as spread as I can possibly be for him. He rips out my earplugs, and I realize he’s panting.He’s just as affected as I am.
He leans forward in his desk chair and gives me one long lick from my clit up to my ass, kissing my tight hole before spitting on it and pressing a finger into me. It hurts before it feels good, and I let out a breath instead of another scream purely by accident. He lets out a low, sinister laugh.
“I won’t count that one, pet, but only because you’ve already earned twenty spanks by my count. You know how to stop me. Otherwise, you’ll take what you deserve.”
That’s all the warning I get before the first sharp hit lands on my right ass cheek. He’s hitting me with his dick deep inside my pussy, not moving, just holding me in place like prey on a spear. His left thumb is in my asshole, using it as an anchor for his hand to hold me. That leaves his dominant right hand free to spank me, and he’s not going easy. He didn’t ask me to count them, only to take them. By the fifth spank, I can feel my tether on reality slipping, and by twelve, they feel better and better. Each one hurts worse but takes me one step closer to ecstasy. He slows down the spanks and thrusts again, but now, each time he hits me, it’s harder and on flesh that’s already tender. My eyes are closed behind the tie, but I know if they were open, I’d be seeing spots.
Approaching eighteen, I realize he’s started to mumble under his breath—not for me to hear, just subconscious revelations meant for his mind alone. I’m too far gone to even know if I’m hallucinating them or not.
“Fucking perfect girl, always mine. Wearing my collar, my ring. Gonna fill you up with my babies. Won’t be able to get away from me now. Keep you on this leash. Keep you on my lap, on my dick at my desk. Everyone will know. You’ll understand. Mine. Just. Gotta plan.Fuck. That’s my girl. My P…unggh. My. Pet!Mine.”
Twenty. A slap to my clit. His roar. His throbbing dick as he comes. My orgasm. Pain. Black.
I come to in a warm bath, smelling honey and vanilla and leaning back on a soft pillow. I open my eyes, wincing slightly even though the lights are off. Only flameless candles provide a soft glow. Sir kneels behind the tub, based on the arms that are wrapped around me, softly rubbing a soapy washcloth across my chest. He’s redressed himself, and the long sleeves of his shirt are wet from the elbow down as he washes me. I roll my eyes when I noticeparticular attentionbeing paid to my nipples, which are surely clean by now.
“Hi,” I say softly, breaking the perfect silence of the room. He freezes, then shuffles around to the side of the tub, resting his arms on the edge so we can see eye to eye.
“Hi,” he says, deeply but softly. “How are you? Does anything hurt?”
I let out a sated laugh. “I think everything hurts.”
He starts assessing my body for injuries, picking up one of my arms to see if the tie did any damage.
“I don’t mean it like that. I mean a good hurt.”
“Oh. Okay. I…good. That’s good. I know we’ll debrief tomorrow, but I have cold water and then a fruit and cheese plate. Will you eat something?”
I smile. “Only if you feed it to me.”
He nods, then moves to rise.
“Feed it to me, in the tub with me?”
He freezes.
“I know it’s not what we said, but please? You can put my blindfold back on if you want. So I won’t see you.”
After a pause, I hear him move to cover me with the tie, then start to undress again, and open a fridge before settling things onto the tubside table. I scoot forward, giving him room to slide behind me. He brings the glass of cold water to my lips first and I take three deep gulps before pulling back.
“All of it,” he grumbles. Although I don’t have to do what he says anymore, I drink it all anyway.
“Good girl.” Ah,fuck me.I have nothing to say to that right now. I open my mouth, and a strawberry slice makes its way onto my tongue, followed by a piece of mango and a raspberry. After I’ve had a few bites, I scoot back until I’m flush with his body so that I can lie against his chest.
