Chapter 3
THREE
Sophie
I do what anyone else in my position would do: I open the email and see there is a link to a zoom meeting.
What the heck is going on? Masked Mack wants me to click on the link to have a chat, really?
But then, who am I to deny him and not take the opportunity to meet this mystery man face to face.
Without further hesitation, I click on the link and utter a small prayer that I have not just downloaded a virus that wipes out the whole of the Clarendon’s network and portal.
The link opens into an online waiting room where apparently, my ‘host’ is waiting for me, I wonder if he’s been waiting the few hours since he sent me the email.
In a second the screen morphs into a shirtless man staring back at me wearing a simple black masquerade mask.
The rest of his room is shrouded in darkness.
I’m startled by his masked face and imposing body and the way he sits back in his chair, one leg bent and his foot resting on his knee. Confident, unmoving and commanding.
We sit staring at one another, sizing each other up in the moment.
I drink in the abs that beg for my attention below a wide chest and muscular shoulders that tell me he works out a lot and I appreciate it.
There is an unusual hollowed-eyed cat tattoo on his chest covered in a dusting of fine fair hair.
Who in the world is this man? Why does he want to speak to me?
I open my mouth but words don’t come out.
Instead I hear him say in a gravelly voice that runs down my neck like a warm whisper, “Hello Sophie.”
“Hi,” I manage, flustered, which is completely unlike me.
“I would like to play a game with you Sophie, a roleplay game. I would like to be your online Dom.”
“My what?” I whisper, confused. That was by far the last thing I was expecting him to say.
“I am asking if you’d do me the honour of being my online submissive, Sophie. I need you to submit for me.”
I’m not sure if the words are not registering or just simply not making sense in my brain. He wants me to submit to him, online? How?
“W-why? How?” I manage to stutter out.
“Simple, I can’t be with you in person right now.
But I need you. I need to play with your body, even if I can’t touch and taste you myself.
I will send you a link to download some software that is safe for your laptop so we can stay more permanently in contact.
It will be an open channel of connection when we are both online.
And when we are both at home, I want to see you, I want you to kneel for me. I want you to be mine.”
“Who are you?” I ask, wondering if this man has lost his sweet mind or if he is actually serious. He can’t be, but there he sits opposite to me calmly explaining how our new relationship is going to work and I have not a clue who he even is.
“I’m safe. That’s all you need to know.”
“Wouldn’t you say that if you weren’t?” I blurt out.
“If I wasn’t safe, I wouldn’t have sent you a link to talk to you Sophie, I would have taken you.” He says this so blase I’m not sure if it’s a threat or he’s just stating the obvious.
“Is that something you are capable of?” I ask, suddenly alarmed that he could actually be a psycho I am now engaging with.
“No. I simply want to own your submission until we can be together in person.”
“I’m meeting you tomorrow, you asked me to take your job?” I query, confused.
“Yes and no,” he replies ominously.
“What does that mean?” I ask, bemused.
“It means we will meet in good time.”
Well that doesn’t make any sense, I think to myself but don’t push the subject any further. Instead, I ask my next burning question, “Why me?”
“Because there is no one else I want. Follow my instructions and we will meet, in good time.”
I want to scream, ‘Are you out of your fucking mind?’ But there is something about his calm quiet confidence that is waking up my body that has been in a deep sleep these past six months.
This unknown man makes me curious about what he wants to do with me, why he has chosen me.
I want to know, but I also want to see what plans he has for me being his online submissive.
What else have I got going on in my life right now?
This is probably the most exciting thing that has happened to me this year.
That sounds sad, even in my head. Maybe I need this, need this man for some unknown reason that he already knows.
I have no idea how he intends to be my online Dom, but looking back at him right now, my pussy is saying yes before my mind.
And if my body is having this reaction to him, who am I to decline his offer? “Have we met?” I ask calmly instead.
“The answers will reveal themselves in good time. Are you willing to be my online submissive Sophie?” he asks once again, the timbre of his deep, gravelly voice like sweet honey being drizzled down my spine.
This time, he lowers his leg to the floor and leans forward resting his elbows onto his thighs.
Two greenish-amber eyes blink back at me through his mask, searching my soul for the answer.
I see him more clearly now, with an oval face and defined jawline, strong but not sharp.
His full lips are pressed together making me crave how they change his face when he smiles.
His hair is thick and tousled like he’s run his hands through it over and over again.
His skin is slightly tanned like he sees the sun but doesn’t work in it.
But his eyes are so expressive, a looking-glass into how he really feels, and they are imploring me to say yes right now.
My heart rate picks up pace and thumps at twice its speed feeling the intensity of his gaze, the pressure of the decision he’s asking me to make.
He’s asking me to submit to him when I have no idea who he is.
Yet I don’t feel threatened. I don’t feel alarmed or pick up anything that makes me want to say no.
Yes, he’s hiding his identity for a reason.
I suspect he has more personal links to the Clarendon which is why he doesn’t want me to see his face.
Would I recognise him? At the end of the day, he is here asking my permission.
That doesn’t seem so predator-like to me.
And he’s right, he could find me and take me if he actually wanted but that’s not what he wants. He wants to play with me.
“I-I think I’m ok with you being my online Dom. What will I call you?” I reply intrigued.
“My name is Mack, but you can call me Master. Are you ready to begin?”
“Now?” I practically shriek. Clearly I have not thought this through at all.
“Now, Sophie.” His voice takes on a deep commanding tone and I feel sparks begin to fly between my legs.
“What would you like me to do?” I ask, confused as to how this is actually going to work. Mack’s lip quirks up at one side as if this is exactly what he was waiting for me to say.
“I need to see you. Take off your shirt.”
The way he immediately commands me has lights going off in my mind like fireworks because I want to drop to my knees for him.
My fingers fumble with my buttons as my eyes stay glued to his as the last button falls away.
I slide the white fabric of my work shirt over one shoulder and then the other, letting the cotton fall to the back of the chair to reveal my white lace bra.
Mack leans forward in his chair again, I see his chest rise and fall more deeply than I had noticed before.
His teeth suck in his lower lip subconsciously as his eyes appraise me.
He looks lost for words as he soaks in the bare skin across my chest and then my stomach which disappears into my black work pencil skirt.
“Take off your bra,” he rasps out and I reach behind me to unclasp the hooks.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the way he’s staring back at me.
I see longing there as I unclip the hooks and the lace falls away.
I edge the straps slowly down my arms until finally my peaked nipples are bare to his eyes.
A thrill of excitement courses through my blood as his audible gasp sets my pulse to double again.
He’s enjoying me stripping and I’m enjoying the show he is unwittingly putting on for me.
“Take off everything,” he commands, almost hoarse now.
I do as he asks, standing and reaching behind my back to lower the zip and let the fabric of my skirt shimmy down my hips and then drop to the floor.
Finally I hook my thumbs into the elastic lace and ease my thong down my hips, enjoying his eyes trained between my legs anticipating what he is about to see.
I have done this a thousand times with my job, but this alluring stranger sets a throb between my legs like no one else.
I don’t know why. Is it because he’s chosen me?
Is it the way he seems to know me and I can feel, not only see, his longing for me?
I want to know what comes next, I am enjoying the anticipation and the way he is making me feel.
“On your knees, legs apart, palms on your thighs, lower the laptop camera so I can see all of you. I want to see your pretty pink lips open wide for me and I want to see your stunning eyes on me.”