Chapter 8
FREYA
As I slip out of my clothes, my panties are soaked with anticipation. Thankfully, Sir won’t know because he left a beautiful La Perla thong for me to change into. It’s jaw-dropping and fits perfectly, and tonight he’s given me a mask to match. There’s something so freeing about remaining anonymous with him. I’d be lying if I said I’m not intrigued to see his face, his panty-melting smile is only one feature of what I know is a handsome face.
Once I’m dressed in the minute lingerie, I fix the delicate lace mask in place and make my way to the corner. Tonight, the ropes that hang waiting for me have been changed to white, and my stomach does somersaults at his attention to detail. He takes such care to ensure every last aspect of our interaction is perfect. Sliding my hands into the loops, I lower to my knees, sitting back on my heels as my arms are suspended above me, the ropes tightening around my wrists. I cast my gaze to the floor and wait, my pussy beginning to ache for his touch.
By the time I hear the door open and the soft click as it closes, I’m already on the brink of orgasm just knowing his eyes are on me. I’m not allowed to turn and look at him, and the restraints would stop me even if I could. Anyone could have walked in right now, and I’d be none the wiser—except I can feel his masculine energy fill the room, consuming the air around me.
“Such a good girl.” The low rumble of his voice sends a shiver down my spine as his footsteps get closer. “Did you bring the signed paperwork?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s on the dresser.” His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze.
“Are you ready to submit, little one?” His piercing green eyes are a stark contrast to his black mask, his luscious full lips dipping to press a kiss to my forehead.
“Yes, Sir.” He walks away, relinquishing his hold on me, leaving me wanting more.
I listen intently as he strides across the room, the rustle of papers telling me he’s looking over our contract.
“Do you understand that I expect your complete submission in this room?”
“I do, Sir.”
“I will teach you to be a good submissive. I’ll help you discover your sexual preferences and kinks. You may not like everything I do to you, but it’s the only way you’ll learn. Are you willing to give me control?”
My body vibrates at his words, my arms shaking, still tied above me. “Y-yes… Sir.”
“You don’t sound too sure of yourself.”
I clear my throat and say it with conviction this time. “Yes, Sir.”
He makes his way back to me and loosens the restraints, my wrists aching almost as much as my pussy. Reaching out his hand, he steadies me as I get to my feet, my legs shaking from sitting on my heels.
“I want you against the cross, arms and legs spread.” His tone is commanding, darker than before and full of wicked intent.
My heart is hammering, my pulse racing so hard I can hear it thrumming in my ears. As I take my place against the cross, I hesitate before setting my feet apart and opening my arms, completely exposed but for a scrap of lace.
Every touch of his hands as they secure me in restraints only fuels my desire. My breathing is labored, the rapid rise and fall of my chest making my breasts heave. He tightens my wrists first before kneeling at my feet, wrapping the cuffs around each ankle. His eyes are fixed on mine, his fingers working deftly as if he’s done it a thousand times before. Probably more.
His green eyes darken as he stands, his knuckles gently stroking my face as he leans in, a hairsbreadth from me. I can feel his breath on my mouth as he speaks.
“You’re mine now, little one. Mine to punish, to pleasure, to fuck as I see fit.”
“Yes, Sir.” I pant, desperate for his touch.
“Where to begin.” He runs his fingertips down my neck to my breasts, pinching one nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “Patience…” his hand moves lower, circling my belly button before traveling lower, stopping just shy of where I need him,“… or punishment?”
I can barely contain a moan as his hands travel back up, cupping my face.
“Sir…”
“Did I say you could speak?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then keep your mouth shut, or I’ll gag you.” The command in his voice has me weak at the knees, not that I could drop to them even if I wanted to.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tonight, we will start with patience.” He stalks to the other side of the room, pulling a chair to sit in front of me, just far enough to drive me crazy with the need to reach out and touch him. He takes a seat, his legs spread casually as he drinks me in, his gaze devouring every inch of my body. Suddenly, I feel so vulnerable, unable to move and on display for this man.
I cast my eyes to the floor, letting my head drop. I can’t bear to meet his stare.
“Tell me, little one, why now? Why this club? Why me? ”
“I…”
“Look at me when you talk. ”
“Sorry, Sir.” My skin heats as I scramble for what I hope is the right answer.
“Good girl. You may continue.”
“I don’t really fit into the normal dating scene. I’ve known for a long time that I wanted something more. One of my friends frequents this club and brought me to the masquerade.”
“And why me?”
“Because…” I hesitate. “Because I’m drawn to you. When you kissed me that night, I felt alive .”
“And yet you ran out on me, only to watch me jerk off. Do you know how often I take myself in hand at this club?”
“No, Sir.”
“Never.” My heart stutters to a halt. “You tasted so fucking sweet you made me desperate for release. I wanted to come in your perfect cunt. Now, you can’t run, little one.”
He runs a flogger between his fingers as his eyes drop to the lace panties he had me put on.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Patience is not a virtue I possess.”
He drops the flogger and stalks over to me, grabbing the sides of my panties before ripping them off me. I’m so wet for him I can hardly stand it. I’m desperate for his touch, yet he leaves me wanting, returning to the chair. He picks up the flogger, running it across his palm.
“Tonight, I will take what I want, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you come before I fuck you so hard you’ll be sore tomorrow. How does that sound?” Fireflies run riot in my chest at his words. I know I’m wet for him, the growing ache becoming unbearable.
“It sounds wonderful.” My voice is almost dreamy, anticipating what he’ll do to me.
He stands from the chair and steps into me, letting the flogger’s soft leather run up the inside of my thigh before snapping it against my pussy, eliciting a scream.
“I think you forgot who you’re talking to.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. ”
“Good girl,” he growls as he caresses between my legs with the flogger. After a moment, he lifts it to show me the glistening leather. “Oh, you like that, little one. You’re fucking soaked.”
I moan as he reaches down, sliding his fingers over my entrance before putting them to his lips. “Even sweeter than I remember.”
The scent of his cologne mixed with leather is a heady cocktail, intoxicating my senses as he drapes the flogger over my breasts and flicks his wrist, catching my nipples with it. They instantly pebble, tightening as desire washes over me. It’s a pleasurable pain as he administers lash after lash, switching between my breasts and pussy.
“You will learn patience in this room. Your pleasure is mine to bestow or withhold. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will not come unless I give you permission.”
“I… don’t know how to stop it, Sir.”
A low, rasping chuckle escapes him as his eyes meet mine. “It’s not yours to control. I can take you to the brink of fucking ecstasy and pull you back. You’ll learn to come on command, little one. You’ll beg me to let you come all over my fingers, face, and dick. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is unrecognizable—a breathy whisper of wanton desire.
I’m rewarded as he drops to his knees and darts his tongue out to circle my clit. I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
“That’s it, little one. Let me hear how much you want to ride my face.”
“Oh God, yes, Sir.”
“So fucking wet and greedy for me. How many times have you gotten yourself off to the memory of my mouth on your pretty little cunt?” His breath is warm on my skin as he presses open-mouthed kisses to my folds before tasting me with one long, languorous lick.
I let my head rest against the hardwood cross, my brain scrambled by such intense pleasure.
“Answer me.”
“A lot, Sir. But not after you told me not to touch myself. ”
“Such a good little girl.” He continues to kiss and lick my pussy, reaching up to grab my breast in his large, strong hand.
When he stops, I cry out in frustration as he stands, running his fingertips up my body until he cups my face. “Do you want to taste how fucking sweet you are when you’re aroused, little one?” His lips are almost touching mine, making me gasp, hungry for his kiss.
“Yes, Sir.”
His lips crash down on mine, his hands gripping me, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue as they twist and tangle in a frenzy, his groan pushing me to the edge of madness.
“Please… more.”
“Are you frustrated, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He moves his lips to the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Good.”
Continuing his ministrations, I’m overwhelmed by the softness of his tongue, a stark juxtaposition from the stubble on his chiseled jaw. It feels too good. His hands grip my thighs, and at this moment, I would sell my soul for an orgasm.
“Oh God… yes… I’m so close.”
“Not yet, little one.”
“I…” My words die on my lips as he pushes me to the brink before pulling back. He leaves me writhing against the restraints, over and over again until I’m begging for release.
He takes a step back, his eyes roving over every inch of my body as he begins to unbutton his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders and lean, muscular abs, a mouthwatering V dipping beneath the waist of his pants.
“See something you like?” His panty-melting smile sets me on fire.
“I want to see all of you, Sir.” He slowly unbuckles his belt, pulling it from the loops before running it through his hand.
“Patience, little one.” Setting the belt on his chair, he removes his shoes and socks, and even his feet are sexy. When he picks the belt back up, my stomach drops with fear and exhilaration.
He takes his time, running the leather up my legs, ghosting it across my pussy, his eyes following the trail, burning into me like a blazing inferno.
“So greedy for more. All in good time, little one. Tonight isn’t about punishment. We’ll get to that… soon. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t fantasized about spanking your beautiful ass until it’s a bright shade of red. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.” My breathing is shallow, rapid, and filled with need.
“Are you ready to beg for release yet?”
“I’ll do anything, Sir.”
“Would you swallow my dick like a whore?”
“I will do whatever you ask of me, Sir.”
He drops the belt to the floor and unbuttons his pants, tossing them aside, standing before me in only his boxers. Still teasing me, I will gladly beg him for more.
“Please, Sir, I want to see all of you. I’ll suck your cock. I promise I’ll be good.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will, little one, but it’s not your mouth I’ll be fucking tonight.”
With his eyes on me, he slips his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, achingly slow, and lets them fall to the floor, his large cock hard as he steps into me, his hand cupping my pussy.
“Yes… Sir!” I try to grind against his palm, needing more, my desire to come radiating through every cell in my body. “Please… please… I want you.”
“So fucking wet. You enjoy begging for dick, don’t you?”
“Only for yours, Sir.”
His lips crash down on mine. I struggle against the restraints, desperate to touch him and wrap my legs around his waist to ease the ache that’s been building all night. I want to run my fingers through his messy hair.
My heart is beating wildly, my pulse racing as he positions his cock at my entrance and pushes into me with one hard thrust, forcing a cry from my lips. Tears spill over my lashes onto my mask as he fills me like no man ever has, groaning as our tongues twist and tangle, his hand fisted in my hair, further anchoring me in place as he forces me to take more of him .
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls as he hammers into me, my body screaming against the size of his cock. My pussy aches but in the most wicked of ways.
“Oh God… yes… please… Sir! ” He swallows my words, his kiss so ferocious his stubble burns my skin.
“Such a greedy little cunt. Wet and begging for more.” He sets a punishing rhythm, his hands grabbing my breasts, rough and oh so good. I can’t move, and the harder he fucks me, the more I need to touch him.
“Please… I’m begging you… let me touch you.”
“Ask like a good little girl.”
“Please, Sir, let me touch you.”
“Maybe next time.” He fists his hand in my hair once more. “Tonight is about patience.”
“I’ve waited my whole life for this, Sir. For you.”
His kiss grows desperate as he grips my ass and hammers into me. It’s so painful and yet so amazing. I’m overwhelmed with emotion.
“You’re going to scream for me, little one.” He slips one hand between us, his thumb circling my clit as he continues to fuck me harder and harder.
My body starts to tingle all over, a slick sheen of sweat covering every inch of my skin, the beginnings of an orgasm taking hold.
“You feel that, little one? That’s your cunt fucking begging for me. For what only I can give you.”
“Yes… Sir.”
He picks up the pace, chasing his release, taking me right along with him. “Come for me, little one. Let me hear you scream.”
I let go, my voice growing hoarse as I spiral out of control, pain and pleasure tearing through my body as his cock pulses inside me.
“ Fuck… little one… you’re fucking mine! Say it. ”
“I’m yours, Sir” I pant. I’m boneless and breathless—the restraints are all that hold me up at this point.
He drops his forehead to mine, our masks hitting against each other. “You did so well, little one. Fucking breathtaking.”
“Thank you, Sir. ”
“Now, I’m going to watch my cum drip down your thighs like a good little slut.”
I wince as he pulls out of me, his gaze dropping to between my legs. His sated grin turns to horror as he takes in the sight of me, his eyes snapping to mine.
“Sir… I…”
“Were you a virgin? You’re bleeding. Tell me you just got your period.” He runs a hand over his anguished face. “Tell me I didn’t just take your virginity.”
I can’t look at him, so ashamed of his disgust for me. When I refuse to meet his gaze, he drops to the floor, unfastening the restraints, and taking care to massage my ankles. He averts his gaze as he stands to loosen the restraints around my wrists, my body slumping against his involuntarily. I couldn’t stand up if I tried right now. Slipping one arm under my legs and the other around my back, he cradles me as my head rests against his chest.
I’ve never felt more vulnerable, afraid of what he’ll say.
He doesn’t speak .
Laying me down on the bed, he tugs the plush comforter back before crawling in next to me, wrapping his strong arms around me. His touch has changed from rough and ready to soft and careful. It’s as if he suddenly sees me as fragile, and I’m confused by how it makes me feel. Is it wrong of me to have kept my virginity a secret?
Sir tucks a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. It’s such a gentle caress—a stark juxtaposition to the storm I see in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve done things very differently tonight.” His voice is clipped, and I can feel him struggling to keep his composure.
“I was scared you’d refuse to teach me. Am I wrong?” I trace lazy circles in the smattering of hair on his chest, breathing him in.
He grabs my hand, stopping me from touching him. “You’re not wrong. I thought you were inexperienced when it came to kink and being a submissive. I make it a rule not to teach virgins.”
My heart sinks. “Was I bad, Sir? Are you not satisfied?”
I wait what feels like an eternity for him to speak, and I’m caught off guard by the way he gently places his finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You were exquisite, little one. I don’t even know your name. I haven’t seen your face. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”
His words are saying one thing, but his body says another.
“It…” I’m not sure how to explain myself. “It was everything I wanted it to be, Sir.”
His hold on me tightens. “I’m not the type of man to waste your virginity on, little one. You deserve so much better than me.”
“Every one of my girlfriends has stories of losing their virginity to some guy who peaked in high school. Who had no idea what they were doing, and it didn’t even cross their mind to make it pleasurable for her. The way I see it, this was a better memory.”
“This relationship is built on trust. You lied to me. Fuck, I called you a slut.”
“And your good girl.” I love the thought of being his for as long as he’ll have me.
He scrubs his hand over his jaw, his body still tense beneath mine. “I’m not sure if this can work. You don’t trust me enough to show me your face, and yet I had faith in you, but tonight just tells me that you’re not ready for this.”
“So what, you just take my virginity and see you later?”
“I didn’t know I was taking it to begin with.”
“You said you enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyment isn’t relevant here. I’m a submissive trainer. I need your absolute trust, and until you’re ready to give me that, I don’t see a way forward. I can teach you about kink, but I won’t fuck you. It’s your choice.”