“Ouch.” I yelped at the stinging pain, but my wet pussy rippled with delight.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“One,” I said through gritted teeth.
He drew back the tails and brought them down on the other side.
“Two,” I gasped.
Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back. No matter how much it hurt, I wouldn’t cry.
The flogger came down, again.
“Three.”
And again.
“Four.”
And again.
“Five.”
My body tingled, my ass throbbed, and my pussy tightened. The next time the flogger came down, I would explode.
“Don’t you dare come, sub.”
My inner walls fluttered, and I cried out because I couldn’t take much more of this torture.
He swished and swatted the flogger across the curve at the top of my thighs one after the other.
I yelped and hissed out, “Six. Seven.”
When my punishment ended, he dropped the flogger to the floor and caressed his palm over my inflamed skin, sending me to heaven. Without warning, he slipped his fingertips beneath the crotch of my panties and stroked my sopping wet folds.
“You enjoyed your punishment, didn’t you, sub? I can tell by how your pussy is dripping wet for me.”
I gasped, and I ached for him to slide his fingers inside of me, to give me what I’d never experienced. I arched my back, telling him without words what I wanted him to do.
“Not yet,” he said, slowly removing his fingers. “You’re still wearing clothes. Take them off.”
Both my pussy and ass were on fire, and I wanted— needed— him to put me out of my misery, but, not wanting to earn another punishment, I reluctantly pushed myself up from his lap.
I stood in front of him, on wobbly legs, and undressed. I gazed at him, desperate to see the man behind the mask, to get some clue about who he was and what he was thinking, but maybe not knowing anything about him added to the thrill.
“Are you going to fuck me, Master?”
“Such a direct question from such a sweet mouth. And a direct question deserves a direct answer. No, I’m not.”
His answer wasn’t what I’d expected, and humiliation washed over me. Wasn’t I attractive enough for him to fuck? Judging by the bulge in his pants, he was as turned on as I was.
“But why?” Even to my ears, my voice sounded whiney.
“Because you haven’t earned it.”
I licked my now dry lips, and asked, “What do I have to do to earn it?”
As I stripped, I dropped each article of clothing to the floor and his hot gaze raked over my skin. My nipples puckered, pleading for his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. I didn’t realize it was possible to be this turned on. To feel like I would pass out if I weren’t touched.
“Pick up your clothes,” he ordered, running his hand over the paddle laying on his lap. “Or leave them there if you want more punishments.”
I bit back a moan, and my ass cheeks clenched. I was half tempted to leave my clothes where they lay, but I didn’t think I could take another flogging, so I bent down and picked everything up and draped them over the chair by the door.
He stood in front of me and reached out, taking my heavy breasts in his hands. “Your tits are beautiful, perfect for punishment and clamps, but I’ll save that treat for another day.”
My spine tingled as I wondered what all of that could be about. I had a feeling that I would find out eventually.
“Have you ever satisfied a man using your mouth before?” he asked, releasing my breasts.
“No, Master” I admitted, shocked by how embarrassed that admission made me feel.
“Next question. Have you ever been with a man before?”
“I haven’t. I don’t know how to. I’ve never.” I lowered my eyes again and whispered. “I’m a virgin.”
He hissed in a breath, and I wasn’t sure if my revelation made him angry or not.
I dropped my head. I didn’t want him to see the mortification lining my face.
“Why so ashamed?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m out of my league.”
“Never be ashamed of who you are, Little Mouse. Teaching you will be my pleasure.” He undid his belt, opened the button, and unzipped the fly. “Is being taught by me something you want?”
“Yes, Master.”
He took out his cock, and I sucked in the deepest breath I’d ever taken.
Wide.
Long.
Smooth.
No way would he fit in my mouth.
Drops of pre-cum trickled from the small slit at the head of his cock, and his shaft jerked as if desperate for my touch.
“Does this scare you, Mouse?”
“A little,” I admitted.
He reached down and placed his palm on the back of my head. I gazed up at him. The look in his eyes was feral but encouraging.
“Use your safe word if you need to. Tonight, I’ll be gentle and slow. Trust me when I say, I’ll never hurt or harm you.”
“I trust you, Master,” I whispered.
I inched down his pants until they pooled around his ankles and then I knelt back so I could admire him.
“Wrap your hand around my cock.”
I did as he asked and he barely fit in my curled fist. If he barely fit in my palm, how the hell would he fit inside my pussy? A pussy that hadn’t even had my finger inside it.
I leaned forward and tentatively flicked my tongue over the flared head. Delicious. A strangled moan escaped my lips. So, this was what a man tasted like?
“Take off your mask, let me see your face, Master.”
“The answer’s no. Don’t ask again.”
There was no point arguing with him. I would only lose.
“Take me deep, Little Mouse.”
My nipples stiffened at the command I heard in his voice. I gripped the base of his shaft and flicked my tongue over his stretched, shiny skin. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had a cock in my hand and was about to take it into my mouth.
The sound of his satisfied groan emboldened me, and I sucked him between my lips. Using my tongue, I explored every dip and ridge of his succulent dick.
Taking a breath, I took him deep and sucked hard. When he touched the back of my throat, I gagged and tried to move away, but he stopped me by tangling his fingers through my hair and yanking so hard, my follicles stung.
“Breathe in through your nose. Relax your throat muscles, Little Mouse. When I go deep, hold your breath and when I slide out inhale.”
I nodded okay. Taking his time, he slid balls deep, and I held my breath. When he slid out, I took a deep breath. Arousal dripped from me and trickled down my inner thighs.
The masked man’s hips picked up speed, and his cock went deeper, deeper, deeper.
My jaw ached a little, but I didn’t want to stop until I drank down every drop of him. My throat closed around the head, and he fucked my mouth hard.
“Good, Little Mouse. Take all of me.”
I moaned around his width and almost orgasmed when his breath faltered. I did this to him, drove him to the brink of insanity. I couldn’t believe it.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and his movements became even more frantic and uncontrolled. He fucked my mouth like a man possessed, and I matched his pace.
His balls tightened. He groaned and spurted salty cum down my throat. I sucked and swallowed every delicious drop.
“Sweet, Little Mouse,” he said, stroking my hair. “Sweet, perfect, sub.”
Pride at his praise swelled my heart. He pulled out of my mouth, and I closed my lips relishing the aftertaste.
“Time to get dressed.” He tidied himself up and zipped up his pants. “If you want more instruction, come back tomorrow night.”
He helped me up and steadied me until my equilibrium returned. “What about, um, me?”
“You mean your lack of orgasm?”
I nodded, feeling vulnerable and more than a little desperate.
“Consider it another punishment. If you come back on time tomorrow night and obey my commands, I’ll consider sucking your clit until you come.”
Stupid tears filled my eyes and blurred my vision, but I blinked them back. “You’re a bastard, you know that, Master.”
“Am I?” He rummaged around the wardrobe, and a few seconds later, he handed over my phone. “Consider yourself lucky I was the bastard who found this. Don’t let me catch you in this club with a phone ever again.”
Without another word or glance in my direction, he picked up my panties and left the room. I was a mess of fury, confusion, and desire. And, I was right, he was a bastard. A ruthless, heartless, gorgeous bastard. Screw him. I was more than capable of making myself come without his help.
***
After getting my bag and coat from the cloakroom, and avoiding Jimmy, I went outside to hail a cab. Before I grabbed one, the burner phone in my pocket rang.
“Paige?”
“This is she,” I said while raising my arm to flag down a car.
“This is Wyatt Palmer.”
“Wyatt, hi,” I said momentarily shocked.
He was the last person I’d expected to hear from. A cab stopped. I got in and gave the driver my address.
“Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow night?”
“Shoot. I kind of have plans with someone tomorrow night.”
“Apologies. I didn’t know you were in a relationship.”
“I’m not. I’m not dating anyone,” I said with a sigh. “It’s complicated.” What was wrong with me? I’d said no to dinner with a hot billionaire. “Actually, dinner would be great. Thank you.”
We chatted for a few more minutes and agreed Wyatt would pick me up after work the next day. It wasn’t like I was two-timing the masked man. I couldn’t cheat on someone I wasn’t in a relationship with, and besides, Wyatt was just a friend.
Right? I asked myself.
I didn’t know how to answer my own question. Things were getting complicated indeed.