Chapter 7
SEVEN
Sophie
I walk into my kitchen, pour myself a glass of water, gulp it down and then head into my bedroom where I left my laptop.
I hesitate, wondering if I should shower or freshen up but I promised Rory I wouldn’t.
I like knowing he’s still on my skin and, quite honestly, why would I bother when I am not seeing Mack in person?
He was the one who sent me to Rory, but why?
My feelings towards Mack haven’t changed, I’m now hopelessly confused but I still want to be the good little submissive he wants me to be, despite not having a clue what game he and possibly Rory are playing.
I am sure there is no such thing as coincidences.
I use the bathroom and check my reflection in the mirror which shows me I look utterly fucked, in the best way.
I don’t mind that, let Mack know what he just missed out on.
I decide to make myself a honey and lemon tea, not knowing how long I might have to wait for Mack to join our call, I’m still thirsty from my time spent with Rory.
I walk into my bedroom carrying my tea, taking sips as I undress, open my laptop and click on the MaskedMack software.
The light in the corner goes green next to my initials.
As I settle down in my position on my carpet, I look down at my open legs and see the circle of teeth marks Rory left me.
It makes me smile as I’m transported back to the reason why I have that mark to begin with.
I stay in position, waiting patiently, and let my mind wander to the way Rory’s mouth felt on mine as I relive the time we spent together.
“Sophie,” I hear Mack’s husky voice that pulls my attention up to the screen and out of my daydream.
“Hi Master,” I smile, suddenly shy and not quite as upset about not seeing him as I previously felt.
He is once again shirtless in the darkened room, his mask in place and his track pants sitting low on his hips, exposing a trail of hair I would very much like to follow.
He looks otherworldly attractive, if that is even a thing.
Maybe it’s the lighting. I’m no closer to knowing who he is, but I can appreciate the way he looks and the way he is looking at me—which is like I am his next meal.
His eyes flare as they run down my body and I wonder if I am going to combust from the intensity of them as they land on the bite mark left on the inside of my open thighs.
“Tell me,” he croaks out, his voice thick with desire.
“What would you like to know?” I ask, coyly. I want to ask; why the fuck wasn’t it you I was meeting, but that seems suddenly irrelevant as my skin heats under his scrutiny. And I am no brat.
“Tell me what Rory did to you. All of it.”
I frown, surprised he really wants to know. “Really?” I question, unsure where this is going or why he wants to know.
“All of it. Every. Single. Detail. Touch yourself whilst you do it.”
Interesting, I think. Why? Maybe he is like a type of voyeur but retrospectively.
Is that a thing? That doesn’t even make sense.
But none of this makes sense. I give in trying to join up the dots so I tell him.
I tell him every detail from the glass of champagne to the mask, the chair and Rory biting into my leg as the electro wand touched my clit and I came.
I tell him about how Rory scooped me up and carried me to his bed and made love to me and how that had been the first time I wasn’t tied to his bed and I could see him.
I enjoy reliving every moment, both in my mind and between my legs as my clit sparks and I chase my pleasure in front of Mack, for Mack.
I admit that Rory asked me to dinner and to break the Clarendon rules and I had agreed whilst he was still inside me and then he fucked me into the bed before I fell asleep.
When I finish my story, Mack lifts his hips and pushes down his track pants to allow his impressive cock to spring free.
I can’t help but lick my lips, turned on by my own story and the fact he too enjoyed it.
He sits back in his chair and runs his palm down the length of himself staring at me.
“Show me what he did to your neck, your hair is hiding it from me.” I don’t know what he means at first and I don’t know how he can see it but I remember what side Rory was kissing down and move my hair to show him.
He pulls in a breath and I can see him fist and squeeze the tip of his cock at the sight of my neck and the marks that must clearly be visible.
“Did you enjoy Rory marking you, claiming your skin, your body?”
“Yes,” I breathe out as I circle my clit which is sparking wildly at his words.
“Would you allow me to brand your skin, claim my mark on your body too?”
“Yes,” I say on a ragged breath.
“You’d let two of us pledge our stake on your skin?”
“Yes.” This makes Mack smile, and then his teeth nibble down on his lower lip.
“Where, Master?” I ask. “Where on my skin would you mark?”
My question seems to please him as he groans and lets his head fall back to the headrest before straightening again to say, “Your breasts are mine, I would claim them as mine.”
That’s all I need to hear as I topple over the precipice of my climax as I look at Mack stoking himself urgently now.
My whole body shudders and flutters in ecstasy, overwhelming my senses as Mack watches on, his fist moving quicker.
I don’t know this man but what I wouldn’t do to open my mouth right now and ask to lick up his length and swallow him down…
Instead I say softly, “I want to taste you, Mack. I want to feel you on my lips and taste you on my tongue before I take every inch of you and make you mine.”
My words hit as I had hoped and ropes of white liquid ejaculate from his angry red tip and fly over his hand and onto the floor where I can’t see, sadly nowhere near my waiting mouth.
A strangled groan leaves his lips and I want my lips to be on his.
I want to climb up onto his lap and ride his cock rather than watch it from a distance.
When Mack sits back in his chair, breathing deeply and sated, he says, “Apply for the Shibari job that is posted tonight. I will see you in the morning. Get some rest, my good fucking girl.” And with that the screen goes blank to leave me gaping at his words.
Shibari? Another job. His job? Or another of his mates maybe?
What the fuck is this game he’s playing?
Mack
Seeing her so freshly fucked… I knew what Rory likes to do to her but seeing it fresh and first hand hits in a different way.
I feel jealous but I also liked seeing the evidence of my friend on her body.
I liked seeing how much she enjoyed her time with Rory, especially as she was touching herself.
I didn’t know how she would react to me not being in the job but hearing how well our plan went gives me hope we can pull off everything we had dreamed.
We risked her choosing Rory and not wanting to play with me anymore but there she was, my perfect girl, showing up and giving herself over to me, like she just did to Rory.
Oh Sophie, the plans we have for you, sweet girl. Sweet dreams, my angel.
Member 669
I reach for the tissues on my desk and wipe up the come from my hand.
I cannot not reach for my cock at just the sight of my perfect naked Sophie sitting wide-eyed and open, cream still dripping from her pussy.
She looks especially fuckable after being fucked so much.
Even I enjoyed her stories of her time with Rory.
I can share. I am sharing. I am letting Mack’s little plan play out.
Sophie is the perfect slut for everyone.
Playing into their plans like a good little whore.
Everyone is getting a piece of her sweet, plump pussy and soon it’s going to be my turn.
Soon it’ll be my cock sliding into her warm wet pussy, soon it’ll be my name she is moaning as she coats her come around my cock.
Soon, it’ll be my mark on her body. That day cannot come soon enough.
Patience. I’ve waited this long. I can wait a few more days.