“Are you one of those journalists who’ve justified their devious and dishonest tactics to themselves? Do you think by exposing the indulgences and secrets of the rich and famous you’re somehow doing the world a service?” he asked.
He didn’t wait for me to answer before continuing. “I thought The Reporter was a reputable paper, not a supermarket rag. Whatever your reasons for sneaking a phone in here, don’t make innocent people your victims. They don’t deserve it. You have a promising career, Little Mouse. Don’t ruin it before it’s begun.”
Was he threatening me or warning me off? Either way, he was right. A story shouldn’t make me feel guilty or like a piece of scum. A story should make me feel the way I’d felt when I left the interview with Wyatt Palmer today. A story should make me feel good about my job and good about myself, and right now I felt neither.
Before I even left Wyatt’s I’d decided to kill the story. Who was I to reveal what happened at Expose? Especially since what they did wasn’t wrong. I’d experienced one night, and because of that, I wanted more, more and more. So maybe they felt the exact same way, and weren’t so different from me.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“It’s not about what I’m going to do,” he replied, giving my hair a tug. “It’s about what you’re going to do. Tell me, why did you become a journalist? Was it to write lies and hurt people?”
I had no answer for him because it was the same question I’d been asking myself repeatedly all day.
“I wish I could answer that, but I don’t know anymore.” I pressed myself against his rock-hard body, relishing the warmth seeping through my clothes. “If you let me go, I won’t breathe a word to anyone about what happens here or about anything I saw… or experienced… last night.”
“I already know you won’t say a word, Mouse. I know you’re a good person who won’t deliberately hurt others. But you still haven’t told me what you want. Your phone, or something else?”
If I said I’d come for my phone and nothing else, he would know I was lying, and if I told myself I’d come for my phone and nothing else, I would know I was lying, too.
As much as my body and mind battled over my desires, I couldn’t help wanting to take what the man in the mask offered. I wanted him to do what he did last night. I wanted him to do more than that. So much more. The only time I had stopped thinking about him was when I was with Wyatt, but now my need for the stranger consumed me.
Fate wasn’t something I believed in. I believed you made things happen for yourself, but meeting him seemed fated. That, for some reason, he was supposed to be part of my life. Whether that reason was to teach me a lesson about where I wanted my career to go, or to teach me a lesson about my wants and desires, I didn’t know.
“Aren’t you going to take your mask off? It’s not fair that you know who I am but I don’t know your name or what you look like.”
He nuzzled his nose against the shell of my ear, and I shivered.
“Your phone, or something else?”
From the way he moved against me, I could tell he was getting impatient.
If I pushed him and refused to answer, how would he respond? Would he do what he wanted anyway?
Going against the warning voice in my head, I whispered, “Something else.”
“Did you say something, Little Mouse? I don’t think I heard you.”
“You heard me, Master.”
He bit my earlobe, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to hurt, and then said, “When your Master tells you to do something, you do it. That’s one punishment. You’ve been in my room for five minutes and have only addressed me once in the appropriate manner. We’re up to two punishments already.”
My backside clenched and a reminder of last night prickled my skin.
“Repeat what you said, sub.”
I remained silent and stared into the darkness.
“Three punishments.”
“I said ‘something else.’”
I smiled to myself because I had purposely left out the word master.
“Four punishments.”
He pushed up my sweater and smoothed his fingertips over the curves at the top of my thighs.
“Is there something you want to say to me?”
“No,” I replied. “I don’t think so.”
“Five.”
Now I knew how Alice felt when she fell down the hole, because I was dizzy and disorientated and I couldn’t believe this was happening. He stepped away from me, and a chill covered my body. I already missed his warmth.
“Sub, don’t push me any further. Go to my wardrobe and pick a paddle or a flogger.”
“I know what a flogger looks like, but I’m not sure what a paddle looks like.”
“Six. Trust me— you don’t want to go any higher than that. A paddle is a smooth board made especially for spanking disobedient little subs like you.”
I went to the wardrobe and opened it up. A light clicked on and— Holy fuck— inside was a treasure trove of toys. Crops, clamps, cuffs, lotions, and lubes. Some of the dildos must have been three inches wide or more. The vibrators had bunny ears, double heads, and soft spikes. Wet heat saturated my pussy at the thought of him using his collection on me.
I looked to my left and beneath the handcuffs was a collection of paddles. One was heart-shaped, one was made from leather, one looked like a meat tenderizer, and one was made from smooth polished wood.
I selected that one because it didn’t look like it would hurt me as much as the others. I wanted to feel some pain, but not too much pain. It was heavy and made from cedar, and to test it out I hit it against my palm.
My clit tingled at the slapping sound it made. But, I decided I wasn’t ready to have my ass walloped with a piece of wood, so I put the paddle back and selected a black leather flogger. I ran the super-soft tails through my fingers and figured it wouldn’t hurt as much as a paddle or sting as much as his hand had. After I closed the wardrobe, I turned to face him.
“This one?” I still hadn’t used the word master, and I knew I would pay for that.
The game I played was a risky one, but I couldn’t seem to help it. Something inside me wanted to push and push and push. Maybe somewhere deep inside I somehow felt like I deserved the punishment for what I’d planned to do.
“Good choice. One of my favorites.”
The masked man sat on a chair and patted his lap. “Lie over my lap, Mouse.”
Unsure if I was ready, I stood awkwardly with the flogger clutched in my hand.
He chuckled. “Seven.”
Since I hadn’t been flogged before, I didn’t know if the lashes would build on each other until the pain was unbearable, so I cut my losses because I didn’t want or need any more punishments added.
“Coming, Master.”
I handed him the flogger and draped myself over his lap. My fingertips touched the ground, and my pussy rippled at the feel of his strong thighs beneath my stomach. He splayed his hands over my ass and stroked me ever so softly.
“Why are you over my lap, Mouse?”
“Because I brought a phone into the club.”
“And?”
“I didn’t repeat myself when you asked.”
“And?”
“I didn’t address you as master, Master.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled down my leggings but left my underwear in place. “The perfect ass for flogging.”
I blushed at his compliment and then tensed in readiness for the first lash, but after what seemed like years of waiting, nothing happened.
“I like these sheer, lacey shorts,” he said, running his finger beneath the edges. “When we’re done, and they’re wet with your arousal, I think I’ll take them home.”
He tickled the tails of the flogger along my skin, and I stifled a giggle.
“Every time this hits off your ass,” he said while continuing to tickle me, “count the punishments out loud. What number were we up to?�
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“Six,” I squeaked, and then instantly regretted it. Why was I purposefully giving myself more lashes?
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, Master.”
“From my recollection, it was seven.”
Without warning, the flogger swished down. My little game had suddenly gotten very serious indeed.
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“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.
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