Page 66 of Masked in Deception
I’m about to order her to take out my cock, when I remember I have her hands tied. I use one hand to make quick work of my pants, allowing my weeping dick to spring free, while the other continues petting her. The precum dripping out of my head is hardly enough to cover my length, but I’m positive she’ll be dripping with arousal. Reaching down, I dip two thick fingers inside her pussy and find the lube I was looking for. The intrusion causes her to shiver, and chill bumps erupt across her body. I don’t intend to let her come tonight, but I can’t help myself from rutting my fingers in and out a few times before I take them away. I didn’t think it would be possible to get any harder, but as her eyes roll back in her head, my already rock-hard dick proves me wrong.
“Mmm, my little whore is dripping for me tonight.”
On the last thrust of my fingers, I scoop out as much of her wetness as I can to lube my cock up before stroking my hand up and down my length. Her brows furrow in confusion as I continue to pet her with my other hand. I know she wants to take me in her mouth, andGoddo I want that too. I’m starting to wonder who this is punishing more.
I stop petting her momentarily to click play on my computer. It’s just an audio of some random porn, but she’ll be none the wiser since she can’t see my screen. How could I ever get off to a poor imitation of sex when the archetype of desire is kneeling atmy feet? And completely naked sans the diamond collar I gave her, with her arms tied behind her back, at that.
“Let’s see here, who do I want to watch today? Ah yes, Dakota. Sheneverwould’ve lied to me.” I couldn’t point you to a Dakota if you held a gun to my head, but she doesn’t have to know that. All she has to know is that her deceit displeased me.
The moment the audio begins, she tries to lift her head, but I replace my hand to pet her, keeping her on my thigh while I jack off with the other. I can practically feel the anger radiating off her as I use my best acting skills to tease her.
The truth of the matter is that I haven’t gotten off to the image of any other woman since the night we slept together. And if I’m being honest, it was Margot I’d envision long before that night.
By the time I’m close to coming, I’ve completely drowned out the phony audio, my mind homing in on the only woman I care to hear moaning. My hand stills where I’ve continued petting her, as I aim my cock down, spilling my cum onto my boots.
After taking a second to catch my breath, I click the audio off and dare to look at her. Just as I assumed, a fire rages in her eyes, but she still says “green” when I ask for her color.
“What’s wrong, pet? Did you want my cum?” I ask as I continue petting her hair back. I watch as her anger simmers down, her face donning the most seductive pout I’ve ever seen. “Yes, Sir.”
“If you want my cum, lick it off my shoes.”
I hope that she can see the challenge in my eyes even through my brown contacts because if there’s one thing I know about this woman, it's that she never turns down a dare. I would much rather strip naked and hold her flush against my body, feeling her soft, warm skin against my own. But alas, when in Rome.
She widens her stance so that she can bend over more easily with her hands tied behind her back, andlicks my fucking cumoff my boots.My cock, which had been half hard and flopped over onto my thigh, is now back at full attention.
“That’s my good pet.Goddamn,you’re such a good fucking whore,” I say, releasing the tie around her wrists and allowing her the use of her arms. Even as strong as she is, I know how hard that position must be without the support of her hands.
By the time she’s got my boots squeaky clean, I’ve managed to tuck my still hard cock back into my pants. I really want nothing more than to sink into her perfect little cunt and fuck us until we’ve both lost count of our orgasms, but I was told to always follow through with punishments, and I’m sure she’ll learn her lesson. She’s such a good fucking girl already, so I shouldn’t have to deny us that fantasy many more times.
She’s back in position, kneeling on her cushion with her hands on her knees, when I crouch down again to see her.
“You did so well tonight, pet,” I praise, stroking her hair back from her face. “How would you like your bath?”
“Excuse me?”
“I said how would yo..”
“No, I heard you, Sir. What do you meanhow would I like my bath? I haven’t come yet.” Her head is no longer hung in submission as she stares up at me, demanding so much respect, even from her knees.
“You agreed to this punishment weeks ago, pet. I’m only doing what we agreed.”
This time, when I reach down to run my fingers through her hair, she swats my hand away, standing to her full height with a grace women around the world would kill for. Her dominance takes over the room as power radiates from where she’s standing.
“In that case,Sir,I will not be requiring a bath tonight.” She grabs her personal items from a locker in the corner of the room and wraps her trench coat around her still naked body, thenshe’s out the door, mumbling something aboutassholeandjust wait.
If I didn’t know how to handle her meltdowns, I might be scared that I'd ruined things for good. Lucky for me, I’ve been dealing with Margot Sinclair's tantrums all my life, so I’m not the least bit defeated.
Chapter fifty-one
Sir:
Are you okay?
I understand that this is a new dynamic, but you cannot just leave us both emotionally hanging at the end of a scene like that. It’s not healthy for either of us.
I have to know you’re okay. You’ve got one more hour before I break my own rule and activate the tracking feature on your phone.
Pet:
