Page 91 of Masked in Deception
And just like that, she’s asleep in my arms again. Not a day went by in over two years that I didn’t drown in regret, dreaming of the last night I got to hold her in my arms. I don’t know what I did right to end my torture, but I’ll take every bit of it I can.
I’ll have to cease to exist as her masked man, of course. Whatever tricks I used to convince myself I wasn’t a complete asshole for deceiving her in the first place won’t work to justify cheating on my girlfriend with my…girlfriend.Fuck, I like the way that sounds. Not as much as I’ll enjoymy wifebut nonetheless.As sexy as it was, I don’t need that exact dynamic between us. Why would I need a pet when I have a queen?
If therewasany question of her not being able to keep me sexually satisfied without a collar and leash, it went out the door tonight. She is such a natural submissive. And while I’m still learning about my own dominating preferences, I was just as aroused, if not more, by her simple submission than with the overt Master-pet play.Not that I would turn her down if she wanted to.
I’ll tell her about the masked man. One day. One day far away. Maybe after we’re married. Or after she’s just had our first kid. Or on my deathbed.
No, I really do need to confess to her that I’ve been her Sir all along. She’ll be upset at first, but I’m sure after several years, it’ll be one of our funny stories we bring up over dinner.
“Hey, remember that time you wore a mask and made me crawl to you on your hands and knees before fucking the living daylights out of me but then didn’t tell me it was you!”
It’ll be great.
Ultimately, it will have to be fine because I meant it when I told her I would never let her go. Masked man or not, I was never going to be enough. Even now, I don’t deserve her. But for some reason, the universe chose to align my soul with that of a living breathing goddess. And for some stranger reason, she loves me. The stars gave us another chance at happiness, and I’ll hold on to that with my life. I’ll follow her around the world as she chases her dreams, never giving her time to resent me as I find new ways to worship her.
The sun is starting to rise as I drift off to sleep. “I love you, Princess,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her hair like I have countless times before, knowing that I can have her lips whenever I want from here on out. Tears stream down my face as I realize what an honor it is to have her in my arms again, so I look down at my entire reason for existence and hold on to her with all my strength, refusing to release her for the rest of my life.
Chapter sixty-two
This has to be the best dream I’ve ever had, and I almost don’t want to wake up, only…I really need to wake up to make sure Jack didn’t leave in the middle of the night. I want to believe him, that he’ll stay and that he’s mine forever, but if I could just open my eyes and see him for myself, I could relax and go back to sleep. There’s a heavy weight on my stomach, though, and I need to move so I can get up to pee, but I can’t move.Fuck, I’m going to pee myself in my dream.
“There’s my girl. Let go for me, Princess.”
I wake up just in time to see deep blue eyes staring at me from between my legs before I feel myself letting go into a slow, rolling orgasm that’s clearly been building for a while. Oh my God, I’m peeing all over Jack.
He lets out a long, low groan before going back in to lap up everything I’ve just given to him. “Fuck me, baby. You squirting for me first thing in the morning is a revelation. Give it all to me.”
And I do. He doesn’t stop licking and nipping at me, working me back up quickly and scooting up my body just in time to feel me come again, this time around his cock. It doesn’t take him any time at all, three lazy thrusts max, before he joins me, filling me up and sweetly kissing me as he moans my name.
New favorite alarm clock.
“I’ll wake you up like that every day for the rest of our lives if you want, Margot. I pinky promise.” He laughs, rolling us onto our sides but keeping our connection for as long as possible.
I have to watch what I say out loud around this man. Can’t go telling him all my secrets.
I lie on my side, facing him, using his bicep as a warm pillow. Tracing his eyebrow, then his cheekbone, then his strong jaw and full lips…is this man ever going to stop getting hotter?
“I hope not, at least until I’m in my fifties for sure…but then hopefully I’ll be a full-on DILF so, let’s go with no. I’m never going to stop.”
“I cannot keep doing that. You should have to learn to read my mind to earn access to my innermost thoughts.” I smile, rubbing my nose up and down the length of his.
We lie like this for a while, just enjoying the pale morning light and each other’s warmth. Finally, I have to voice my fear that didn’t come true, just to get it out of my head.
“I’m so glad you stayed,” I whisper, unable to keep my voice from wobbling as I feel relief at being so comfortable and safe in his arms.
Sadness colors his expression for a moment before determination takes its place. Pulling his hand up to echo the patterns I traced across his features, he gently cradles my jaw. “I’ll never forgive myself for giving you a reason to doubt me,” he says, so low I can barely hear him. “But I will try every day to make you as happy as I possibly can, Princess, and I’ll live for the day that you don’t wonder if I’m going to disappear again.”
We rest in the quiet of the morning for a while, but when my bladder protests too loudly to ignore, we finally get up and get our day started. By the time I complete my morning routine, I can smell pancakes from the kitchen. I walk in to see a broad, muscular back flexing as he cooks, listening to music on his phone, flipping pancakes, slicing fruit, and pouring me what I can tell is going to be an excellent cup of coffee. It strikes me briefly that this is almosttooperfect, but then I remember that this man does know me, inside and out. Instead of living in the past, feeling resentment and fear, new Margot is going to simply enjoy being loved by an Adonis of a man who spoils her.Life is good.
“I could really get used to this,” I say as I sneak up behind Jack and wrap my arm around his trim waist. I can’t resist trailing my fingers lightly across his happy trail and the V of muscle that frames it, causing him to groan a curse and spill coffee on the counter.
“Don’t tease me like that, baby girl, or we’re never going to eat anything around here.”
“Oh I’m not sure about that,” I tease, eyeing him up. “I think I could take a juicy bite out of…what is this?”
His smile falls as he stops to see what I’m looking at, then chokes out a laugh, clearing his throat and giving me a sly grin. “Well, uh, that is a tattoo, Margot.”
“You don’t have any tattoos! You never have.”
