Page 64 of Such a Good Girl

I’d planned this evening long ago, long before I’d ever laid eyes on Rosie, but I was happy to include her in the party tonight. I was convinced she could handle it. I would never make her do something she didn’t want to do, but I hoped she’d be open to pushing her limits.

By the time she showed up, the participants were all in place. I was in my robe, nude underneath, white makeup smeared across my face, and wearing my mask when Rosie arrived at my office.

She looked like a siren, a vision of beauty, intrigue, and softness.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her firmly, greedily, hungrily. Her passionate response left me breathless, her tongue rapidly finding mine as our bodies reconnected.

“I missed you. I have a surprise for you tonight,” I said, as I pulled away.

“The club is closed, isn’t it? Why are you wearing makeup?” Her eyes were wide and curious.

“Yes, the club is closed, to the public and the usual members. Tonight is special.”

“What’s going on?”

“You’ll see,” I promised. “I don’t want to spoil anything. Are you ready?”

“I think so? But how can I know if you don’t tell me what I need to be ready for?”

“Just trust me, Little Rose,” I said.

“A lot of trust required around here,” she replied. “Is everyone as trustworthy as you, West?”

“I think they are. Let’s get you ready.”

I gave her a robe and a mask, and she hesitated before taking off the dress she was wearing. “Yes, that’s right, take everything off again. Please.”

She followed my directions without question. She was getting the hang of things, and that pleased me immensely. Her submissiveness was incredibly sexy,because I knew what a strong, independent woman she was. The trust she offered me was sacred, and it was not lost on me what a gift it truly was.

She donned the mask and robe,and stood in front of me. The robe parted slightly, giving me a glimpse of the incredible curve of her breasts and the puff of pubic hair covering her pussy. My cock throbbed with desire beneath my robe, the sight of her igniting the fire inside of me instantly.

I grabbed the container of face paint and approached her.

“Why the face paint?” she asked.

“It’s an extra layer of privacy. Another symbol of our sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice?”

“You’ll see,” I said, as I began smearing the paint across her face. “Trust me.”

When I was done, I put her mask on and lifted the hood over her soft hair, framing the beauty of her face.

“You’re a vision, Rosie,” I whispered. “Please give yourself to me tonight, trust me.”

“I’ll follow your lead,” she said, her voice cracking with nervousness.

“I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

She nodded and smiled through her anxiety, her eyes peering deeply into mine.

“What I'm going to show you tonight may frighten you. But remember you’re safe. Everything will be okay.”

I grabbed her hand and led her out of my office to the back of the building. We entered the alley, then went through another side door. It led to the secret entrance of the basement, and into the deepest center of my primal creation.

The flickering flames of the torch sconces mounted on the walls were the only source of light, throwing dancing shadows of red and orange light over our faces, the silver masks sparkling in the stark darkness.

I held her hand firmly in mine, leading her into the inner realms where the others were waiting for us, robed and masked as well.

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