Chapter 3
PIERCE
My dick is so hard it hurts, straining against my suit pants as she comes hard on my tongue, her delectable body convulsing under my touch. I let her ride out the aftershocks, unfastening my belt, ready to fuck her so hard she won’t remember her name. Shit, I don’t even know her name, but I want her pleasure, and I don’t care who knows it.
Her cheeks are flushed, the color creeping under her mask, her deep brown eyes glazed over in a post-orgasmic haze. She tastes divine, and I can’t wait to sink balls deep inside her. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to calm myself enough to get up and walk over to the tall dresser in the corner, grabbing a few condoms from the top drawer.
“Take off your dress, little one. I want to see every inch of you as you take every inch of me.”
She hesitates as I stalk toward her, chewing on her bottom lip while slowly sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“Don’t make me ask you again unless you want to be punished. Is that what you want?”
“I’m not sure.” She catches me off-guard. I assume she’s here tonight to explore a fantasy or some intrigue she has regarding her kinks, but the way she hesitates and her gaze flits to the two-way mirror has me questioning myself.
“If you’re not sure, then I won’t touch you. Pain doesn’t have to be a part of our evening.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“You don’t have to, little one, but you do need to take off that dress. It’ll look so much better puddled on the floor at your feet.”
As I stalk toward her, I watch her body stiffen.
“Lavender.” She fixes her straps back in place, slips her shoes into her hand, and jumps to her feet. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
Before I get another word out, she’s at the door, leaving me hard as a rock and aching for release, her taste still fresh on my tongue. I move to go after her, but I stop myself, realizing that I have no claim to her. There’s no contract in place, so I can’t force her to stay as much as I would like to.
It doesn’t escape me that she used her safeword. She’ll make a good trainee.
I’ve had the week from hell and needed a release tonight. Now, I’m more wound up than I was when I got here, aching for an orgasm.
Adrenaline courses through me with nowhere to go, so I do what any self-respecting man would. Pulling my dick out of my pants, I stride over to the two-way mirror. May as well give them a show. Fisting my hand around the base of my dick, I stare into the darkness, biting down on my bottom lip. My lavender little one’s cum on my lips is all I need, and the memory of the way her pussy reacted under my touch. Fucking perfect.
I don’t close my eyes or look away as I stroke my dick, letting her scent do all the work as I take my time with slow, measured movements. There could be no one behind that mirror, or there could be a hundred. It’s part of the thrill as I pick up the pace. She might have gotten away tonight, but she’ll be back. They always are. I imagine how fucking glorious her tits will look when I come all over them. How tight her pussy will be when it contracts around my dick as she orgasms harder than she’s ever done in her life. It’s going to be so fucking sweet .
My balls tighten, and I brace my hand on the wall, steadying myself as my orgasm pulses through me, my cum spilling onto the floor. Such a waste. I’ll find her soon enough, and when I do, she’ll take my cum like a good little girl.
When I’m done, I get cleaned up, return to the party, and seek out my friends.
“Anyone seen Flex?” I question as I down a shot.
“He’s in the voyeur hall. Why?” Genevieve asks.
I can’t help laughing. “Shit. He’s probably off in a corner crying at how inadequate he is.”
She looks at me with a questioning furrow in her brow. “What?”
“I just gave whoever is in there a prime view of my dick.” I chuckle.
“Lucky them.” Her eyes flit to my groin as she bites down on her lip.
“Don’t you have a companion for the evening?” She looks set to devour me whole.
“They have the night off. I wanted the freedom to roam the masquerade, but I could be persuaded otherwise.” My dick twitches.
“As much as I would normally take you up on a little mutual release, I have another woman’s cum all over my face. Even I’m not enough of an asshole for that.”
“I’ve licked your jaw clean of another woman’s cum before, Pierce,” she says with a wicked grin.
“That was different. You were sucking her tits when I made her come.”
“True.” She pouts as she reaches for her drink. “Why are you looking for Flex?”
“I want him to find out whose cum I can still taste.”
“What happened?”
“I buried my head between her legs until she screamed herself hoarse. Then I told her to strip, and she freaked out. Said her safeword and ran.”
“A newbie?”
“I’m ninety-nine percent sure, but I didn’t get her name. Fuck, I have no idea what she looks like. She kept the mask on. ”
“I’m intrigued.”
“Me too. I want Flex to use the security cameras to super sleuth for me.”
“Was her pussy really that good? You don’t usually go chasing your trainees.”
“Yes. There was something about her, Viv. Fucking edible.”
“You just want what you can’t have. Whoever she is, she gets it. Leave you wanting more.”
“I don’t think so. She seemed almost shy.”
“Didn’t you say you were in the voyeur hallway?”
“I can’t explain it. I just have a feeling.”
“Well, your feeling is sending you home with blue balls.”
“Aww, Viv, thanks for the concern, but I saw to myself with everyone watching. I’ll survive until I find her.”
“You gave yourself a hand job?” I love the surprise in her voice. “You’re a Dom. Do I need to remind you that we do not need to get ourselves off?”
“I’m well aware, but I have my reasons. If you see Flex, tell him I’m looking for him.” I press a quick kiss to her cheek before downing my drink and melting into the crowd. If the lady in lavender is still here, I’ll find her.
It’s been two weeks since the masquerade ball, and Flex hasn’t been able to get me a name. I’ve taken myself in hand more times than I can count, the image of her slender legs spread wide for me to feast on is all I can think about. I work, and I fist my dick like a high schooler with his first porno magazine.
With my last trainee ready for a Dom, I should be interviewing new potential subs, but I’ve been putting it off, waiting for her .
The club is busy tonight as I nurse my third scotch. I lost a patient today, and I just couldn’t stay home all night replaying it on a loop. Their chance of survival was in the single-digit percentile, but it never gets easier. I take on the almost impossible cases, and sometimes there’s nothing I can do, but I always take the losses to heart. People say the best surgeons leave their feelings at the door. For me, I believe the opposite. I may not outwardly show my compassion, but it’s in every stitch and every surgery. I’m at the top of my field because I care about every patient. Their families look to me for hope, and I give it where I can, offering my deepest condolences when I can’t prolong the inevitable.
Flex is sitting at the bar with his latest sub, his expression turning to a shit-eating grin at the sight of me. “The man of the hour! Welcome, my friend. You’re going to love me, the bearer of good tidings.” He never fails to make me laugh.
“Okay, I’ll bite. Why are you so happy tonight?”
“A woman in a mask was here earlier.” My pulse starts whooshing in my ears.
“Is she still here? What did she say? What did she look like?”
Flex takes a long swig of his drink. “Calm down. The answers are no, not much, and she was wearing a purple mask. ”
I rake my hands through my hair. Fuck. “Great. Just fucking great.”
“She left something for you. Not specifically. She said she wanted to leave it for a masked Dom. That narrows it down to ninety percent of the guys who attended the masquerade.”
“What did she leave?”
He reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a lavender mask—the one she was wearing that night. He holds it out to me, taunting me with his conspiratorial grin. “Check the back.”
I snatch it out of his hand, lifting it to my face, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume that still lingers. My dick twitches at the memory of her coming all over my tongue, and I quickly turn it over to find a phone number scrawled on the inside of the mask.
That’s it, little one.
I immediately pull out my phone and input the number, saving it under Lavender . She came back. I’d almost given up hope of seeing her again or finding out who she is and what she needs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy look happier about getting some random girl’s number. Was the sex that good?”
“A gentleman never kisses and tells. ”
“Exactly. How good was it?”
“I’ve got a few things to do in my room.”
“Seriously, bro? Don’t become another Dalton. You guys are killing all the fun with your obsessive fawning.”
“Not the same thing. I train, I fuck, and it’s done.”
“Tell yourself whatever you need to, Pierce. You’re a goner.” He shouts after me as I head to my private room.
Once inside, I take out my phone and start typing, writing and deleting the message repeatedly.
Me: Hello, little one.
The elusive dancing dots don’t appear, so I start pacing the room, my mind going over every moment of that night as I run my fingers over the intricate lines of the mask. After a few minutes, my phone vibrates with a message from her.
Lavender: Hello, Sir.
God, my cock gets hard at the sight of what a good girl she is.
Me: Why did you leave your number for me? You made your feelings clear when you left.
Lavender: I’m sorry. I have no right to ask, but I want to see you again. If that’s something you would be open to.
Me: I had to take myself in hand after you left.
Lavender: I know.
My heartbeat thumps in my chest. Viv questioned why I would do such a thing, but she should know better. I always have a reason.
Me: You watched me?
Lavender: Yes.
Me: Did you enjoy the show?
Lavender: Very much, Sir.
Fuck. This woman does something to me.
Me: That’s what you did to me, little one. I could taste you on my lips as I stroked my dick. You had that effect on me.
Lavender: I wish it were my mouth giving you pleasure.
Holy shit. I let out an audible groan as my dick turns to steel.
Me: Then why didn’t you wrap those pretty lips around my dick? All you had to do was ask.
Lavender: I’ve never done that before. That night was my first at a BDSM club.
Me: I guessed as much. Are you still curious, little one?
Lavender: Yes. Though I’m sure you already have a submissive.
Me: Would it matter if I did? Would you still want to suck my dick?
Lavender: I should say no.
Me: Tell me what you want from me.
A few minutes pass by before she replies.
Lavender: I don’t know, but I can’t stop thinking about that night.
Me: Have you been slipping your hand between your legs, little one? Imagining it’s me touching you there? Did it feel good to remember my tongue fucking your sweet pussy while any number of strangers watched?
Lavender: Yes. I’ve touched myself every night, but it doesn’t feel as good.
Me: Of course it doesn’t. You crave something darker, little one. Something you can’t find elsewhere. I can do things to your body you could never imagine. Is that what you want? For me to show you how good it can be?
Lavender: Yes, Sir. I want to learn.
Me: Then come to the club. I’ll teach you to be a good little sub. A dirty girl who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants. Would you like that?
It takes her a while to respond, and I find myself pacing the room again, eager for her reply. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the thrill of the chase. Subs come and go, and I retain a calm equilibrium, but this woman—she’s different.
Lavender: I would. But I want to stay anonymous. Would that be okay… Sir?
Oh, my girl has some kinks to explore. We can play this game, but eventually, she’ll show me her face. I tap out a quick message.
Me: I’m sure we can come to an agreement. Be at the club next Wednesday night at eight. Ask for access to Room 2. Your instructions and contract will be waiting. What happens from there is up to you.
Lavender: I have to check my work schedule.
Me: I won’t wait around for you, little one. This is your second chance. There won’t be a third.
Lavender: Understood. What should I wear?
Good girl. Asking questions. Who am I kidding? Saying this is her last chance? This woman has me intrigued, and that is worth its weight in gold. I’d have her come right now and ride her with no apology. The date I set is arbitrary, something to convince myself I wouldn’t walk over broken glass for another taste of her cunt.
Me: It doesn’t matter. Whatever you wear will look just as good on the floor of my playroom. Don’t be late. Goodnight, little one.
Lavender: Goodnight, Sir.
I toss the phone down on the bed and move to the chest of drawers, pulling out my standard contract for subs in training. There are some changes necessary, and I want to be prepared. My room has been restocked for a new submissive, but I have some ideas of additions for my new little Lavender.
When I’ve written out the requests for my room, I set to work on adjusting the contract. I plan to take it slow with this one. Three months won’t be enough to train her. Most subs I train have at least some experience, but from the way she reacted to me, she has no idea what she wants. There are so many kinks to explore for her, and I’m going to show her every last one, loving every fucking minute of her pleasure.
“Time.” I’ve been on my feet for God knows how long .
“Eleven hours and sixteen minutes, Dr. Harrison.”
As I prepare to close, I heave a sigh of relief, thanking everyone for their hard work and dedication today. They’ve all been on their feet as long as I have, helping and monitoring in a collective effort to save this patient’s life.
When I place the final stitch, a wave of satisfaction washes over me. It’s the privilege of my job. It is so much more than a paycheck to me.
“Great work, everyone.”
Another day done and closer to the beginning of a blissful six months of training. When I get home, I practically fall into the shower, letting the steaming hot water pummel my shoulders. Eleven hours of surgery take their toll on the body. Bracing my hands on the wall, I let the day’s stress wash away. I’ve not had the release of a good sub over the past few weeks, and I’m feeling it.
I don’t know how long I stand under the spray, but by the time I step out of the shower, the pads of my fingers have begun to prune. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab my phone off the counter to find a new message.
Lavender: Will you be wearing a mask?
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. My girl is thinking about me, her anticipation building with every passing day, just the way I want.
Me: Is that what you want, little one?
Lavender: To begin with. Is that okay?
Me: For now. But there will come a time when you’ll beg to see my face as I fuck you.
Me: Now go to bed and think of me as you caress your slick cunt.
Lavender: Yes, Sir .
God, I can’t wait to hear her call me Sir again. So innocent but desperate to be wicked. If that’s what my little one wants, then that’s what she’ll get. Only two days until she’s mine. Two days until I bury my face between those pretty little thighs once more.