The corridor was teeming with observers, pressed up against the interior windows of playrooms one and two. They turned to look as Masque opened room three for me, and my heart skipped a beat as faces moved over to our window. My eyes shot around the room, trying to distract myself. There were a couple of benches, with cuffs dangling all over the place, but Masque was stood instead upon a simple gym-style mat, waterproof and springy. He beckoned me to join him. I glanced over my shoulder to find more faces at the window.
“Ignore them,” he said. “Look at me.”
I looked at him gladly. His jeans were slung low on his hips, the hard lines of his torso towering above me, even in my heels. The chimera looked darker than I’d ever seen, moving as he moved, alive on his skin. I stared into the dark pools of his eyes, soaking up the shadowy strength of his features. He was beautiful, magnificent. He was perfect. I took a few paces forward, catching his musk in my nostrils. It made my mouth water.
I jumped as the door opened, breathing in relief to find it was only Raven. It soon became obvious she was staying.
“Raven’s going to be helping me,” Masque said. It was clearly not up for discussion. “On your knees.”
I positioned myself in front of him, dropping to the soft padding of the mat underneath. Raven moved to my rear, pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail. I considered asking questions, but Masque’s hands were already on his belt. He dropped his jeans, kicking them off to the side and his cock rose free, huge in front of my face. He slapped it against my cheek, packing a hefty thump.
“Deep breaths,” Raven said. “In and out.”
I did as she said, taking in all the air I could like some kind of deep sea diver. Masque tilted my head up to him, and Rebecca held me firm in position. “Open your mouth,” he said. “Wide. Tongue out.” He smiled at my compliance. “Good girl.”
“Hands behind your back,” Raven added. “You will keep them there.”
I knotted my fingers behind me, determined to obey, managing just two more breaths before Masque slid himself between my lips. He aimed at an angle, and his cock bulged out from my cheek. He growled, straining until it popped free again. “So fucking pretty. Spit on me, Cat, make me wet.”
My first effort was pathetic, years of good manners counteracting the instruction. It was Raven who reacted, grabbing his length in her hand and leaning down next to me. “He said spit on his fucking cock,” she snapped. “This is spit.” She spat like a llama, and it landed right on target, dripping down the underside of his shaft. “Now you,” she ordered. “Do it properly.”
I did my best, hawking out as much as I could, even though some landed short. “Better,” she said. “Again.”
Attempt number three was the best of the lot, leaving a long slimy trail between his cock and my chin. “Quick learner,” Raven purred.
I pulled away, cheeks on fire, but Masque gripped my chin, guiding me back. “Do you have a problem with spitting, Cat?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. I shook my head even though I didn’t really know the answer. “Speak.”
“No,” I said, my chin still pinned in his grip.
“No what?” Raven hissed.
“No, sir,” I corrected, hoping it was the right etiquette. It seemed to appease her.
“You need to break, Cat, understand? All the reservations you’ve ever known will fall in this place.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will learn to be dirty here, obedient without restraint. That’s what I offer. Do you want it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“PLEASE, sir,” Raven snapped.
“Please, sir, please!” My mind was unravelling, knees quivering underneath me, but I was strong, determined. I wanted this.
“Look at me,” Masque ordered. I raised my eyes to his, sucking in breath. “You’re mine in this place, Cat. Mine to command, mine to control, mine to protect. You will give yourself to me.”
“Yes, sir,” I rasped.
“Open wide.” I opened wide, ignoring the faces at the edge of my vision, the faces clamouring to witness my humiliation. “You will say thank you for this...”
He leant down, hooking his fingers behind my teeth and stretching my jaw as far as it would go. My lips splayed around his grip in a truly degrading manner, but I didn’t pull away, not even when he hacked up a healthy gob-full of spit straight into my mouth. I fought the