severe look this evening; blue-black hair twisted tight into a high-pony, topping off a skin-slick latex number which ended just shy of her ass. Thigh-high boots finished the look. She air-kissed me twice to save her lipstick, then turned her attention to the naked woman at my side.
Cara twirled on instruction and Raven nodded her approval.
“Nice and rosy, just how we like it. Good job, Masque.” She slapped Cara’s ass for good measure, then pulled her in close, roving her tongue up naked flesh to nip at Cara’s neck. The obliging sub continued her spin, presenting her cute little tits to Raven’s gaze; perfect white skin with sweet peachy nipples. “What’s this?” Raven asked, raising an eyebrow. “No marks?” She tutted loudly, giving me the eye. “These gorgeous little titties were made for pain, Cara. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Cara’s silky-soft voice made me hard again, and I glanced away to watch Diva taking a fairly decent flogging.
“Are you going to finish the job?” Raven asked, pushing her ward in my direction. Cara squeezed her tits together and held them high for me, smiling in invitation.
“I thought I’d leave them for you, Raven. I know how wet you get over nipple torture.”
“So thoughtful,” she grinned. “Playroom three, Cara, now. Don’t you dare touch yourself.”
Cara tottered off without hesitation, and I watched her tight little curves sashay away. I turned back to find Raven staring at me, her eyes just inches from mine. She trailed a finger down my nose, pretending to peek under the mask that covered most of my face.
“I’m beginning to forget what you look like under that thing,” she laughed.
“Maybe that’s the plan.”
“So sad. Your face is too pretty to hide, Masque. You used to at least take the thing off between scenes.”
“It’s growing on me. Besides, I don’t really want my face being snapped in this place, regardless of whether I’m flogging the shit out of some young plaything or not.”
“Everyone knows the no-camera rule.”
“Wherever there are rules they are inevitably broken.”
“Fair, but your face isn’t exactly your only recognisable feature,” she laughed, tracing the tail of the tattoo on my chest. “You can’t get a mask for that thing.”
“Nobody outside of this place ever sees that thing.” I took her hand in mine as she continued her journey down the beast. “But this thing.” I pointed to my face. “People see this thing all the time.”
“It must get so complicated being you, so many lives...” she mocked. “One day you’ll wear the mask to the office and the suit to the club, you know that right?”
“And that’s the day I quit town and start all over again.”
“Such a drama queen...”
“Anonymity suits me.”
“Control suits you, Masque,” she grinned. “I think you were born with a crop in your hand.”
“It was a cane, actually,” I smiled. “And I hope I die with one in my hand, too.”
She leant in close, her hand still pressed to my chest. The deep plum notes of Poison kissed my nostrils as I breathed her in. She slid her hand down my stomach to the bulge in my jeans, and whispered so softly into my ear I could hardly hear her.
“You didn’t cum, did you? I know you didn’t. You need a proper scene, James, without holding back. Tame doesn’t suit you.”
“I’m not tame.”
“You were a pussycat with Cara, she won’t even bruise.”
“Cara is the pussycat, Bex. I hope for her sake she doesn’t say yes to moving into yours, you’d break her in a week. You and I both know she wouldn’t cope with the hard stuff.”
“You’d better get it on with someone who would then.” I felt her lips against my ear.
“Is that a hint? You priming me for your bi-annual foray into the world of submission?”
She squeezed my cock. “Nah. Anyway, you don’t have a pussy.” She let me go and walked away, tossing me a smile over her shoulder.
“Since when has that been a deal breaker?” I called after her.
“Since tonight.” She blew me a kiss.
***
I’m always the only one in the office at 6am. I love the quiet, before the place fills up with people and the general office bullshit that comes along with them. I made myself a coffee in silence, pondering my workload for the coming week. Sales had just landed a big deal, a bespoke solution for White Hastings McCarthy, one of the top five law firms in the country; a seven hundred seat initial installation across three branches, with seven case management