I’ve gone too far.

I’m not thinking of her as a sub that I can use for the evening. She’s worked her way into my head, and now I want to take her home.

I’m kissing her neck. Why am I kissing her? Doms don’t affectionately kiss their subs’ necks in the middle of a party.

And yet, I can’t get enough of her. Her scent is still on my fingers and I can feel her heart racing in her chest as she recovers from her orgasm.

I move her hair from her neck and nuzzle on the other side. Then I stop. She’s tense and nervous all of a sudden. It’s a bit late for nerves after what we’ve done.

I taste foundation on my lips, so I stop kissing her neck. Why does she have foundation on her neck? I move my head away and see a faint line of red running from her ear and down her neck. It’s subtle, but you can see it when you look closely. It looks like pen. A red pen mark that someone has tried to rub off with only limited success, and then covered with makeup.

Carly had red pen on her neck. In the exact same place.

I let go and she turns around to face me.

It’s her. How could I have not realized? Her eyes are so perfect. Her soft cheeks, her perfect breasts, her round hips. It’s so fucking obvious now.

She recognizes me. Even with the mask on, there’s a look on her face that’s a mixture of fear and shock.

I place my hands on the sides of her mask and gently take it off. This is a huge no-no at these parties. You never take off someone’s mask. You can fuck someone, and you can come in their mouth, but you can’t see their face.

She doesn’t flinch. The mask comes off and I stare into Carly’s eyes.

Fuck. This is unreal.

She raises her hands to my face and removes my mask. She’s not surprised to see me.

“Hi,” I say casually, in my normal voice.

“Hi,” she replies.

What now? I don’t want the night to end, but where can things go from here?

“So this is why you couldn’t babysit tonight.”

“And this is why you need a babysitter,” she replies.

“I didn’t know this was your thing.”

“It isn’t. Well, it wasn’t. I’m new to it all.”

“You’re catching on fast.”

“I told you I was a fast learner.”

“You did.”

I’m not ready for this to end, but if Carly enjoys this lifestyle, then she probably has no intention of this continuing now that we’ve been ‘demasked.’ Will she even want to look after Olivia anymore? She’s nervous, but there’s a steely determination in her eyes that makes me think she might not want this to end either.

“Shall we rejoin the party?” I ask. I’d much rather take her home, but for once, I’m clueless on how to seal the deal.

“Sure,” she replies. “I need to get more practice at all this.”

“I’d say you have the hang of it.” I slide the mask back over her face and put mine back on. “Follow me.”

We leave the bathroom and catch a few looks from other party goers who know what we were doing in there and are jealous that they’re not having that much fun yet. Carly is the hottest woman here and every man has his eye on her. When I saw her dash into the bathroom, I knew I had to follow and take my chance before she got claimed by anyone else.

Carly goes to get me a drink and comes back with a friend and her master.

“We’re leaving,” the friend says to Carly. “Do you want a ride home?”

Carly looks up to me and I shake my head.

“She’s mine tonight,” I tell her friend. “She’ll be coming home with me.”

Her friend smiles and then remembers her role. She nods politely and winks at Carly before heading off with her man.

I sit down on a sofa and have Carly sit at my feet. She looks around at me occasionally, smiling and flashing those big green eyes at me. I’m about to summon her to my lap for some more fun when I see Sandra.

She cornered me the second I walked through the door and encouraged me to claim her. That would have been a huge mistake. I run my fingers through Carly’s hair, to ensure Sandra knows I’ve already found a sub for tonight. And future nights with any luck.

Sandra will still want to talk business. Grady will kill me if he knows I ignored her all night instead of getting another concession out of her. Fuck it. Tonight is not about Sandra.

I lean forward to whisper in Carly’s ear. “We’re leaving. You’re coming home with me.”

The second we’re through the front door at home, I pin her up against the wall and tug her dress up until she can part her thighs wide enough for me to squeeze between them. I kiss her neck, while my cock presses against her sex, the heat letting me know exactly how much she wants me.

My left hand squeezes her breast, pushing it up and out of her dress until my thumb and forefinger can squeeze the nipple. She moans in pleasure, so I pinch harder until it becomes a whimper of pain. We won’t do anything extreme tonight, but I want to introduce her to what’s in store later, if she’s willing.

I run my other hand down her body and between her legs. Her panties are so wet, I can make out her folds without even taking them off. My fingers move up to her clit, which I brush against gently until Carly squirms and fidgets under my touch. If I was really going to dominate her, then I would stop this and drag out her pleasure. I can’t resist. I grab hold of her cotton panties and pull them down her legs. She kicks them off while I slide my fingers inside her, pressing my palm against her clit and my lips firmly against hers.

I’m not going to let her come again. Not yet.

I take my fingers out and we fumble to the sofa.

“Leave it on,” I say when Carly starts taking off her dress. “And the mask.”

I grab a condom from my wallet, and open my belt, dropping my pants to my ankles. I’m not going to undress. She hasn’t earned seeing me naked yet.

The second my cock is free, I find her entrance and plunge into her. She lets out another deep moan, while I grab her thighs and thrust myself deep. There’s nothing gentle or romantic about this. That’s not who I am. Carly fell for a dom, and a dom is what she’s going to get.