Page 26 of The Masked King

“Yes, but I—” I’m still throbbing, my orgasm lurking so close to the surface I could wet my fingers and be there in an instant. But I guess I want to retain some small modicum of control and do it when I’m ready.

“Imagine my tongue on your clit, Nyx, can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” I lick my fingers, leaving my taste on my tongue, and rub my swollen clit. “I can feel it.”

“Good girl. I’m flicking it back and forth, making it spasm. Do you like that?”

I gasp. “Yes.”

“I’m sucking, nibbling it between my front teeth, giving it the attention it craves.” He pauses. “Now, open your legs wider and fuck yourself for me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I pump my open pussy with the fingers of my left hand and work my clit with my right. My breathing is raggedy now, the blood rushing around my veins and settling between my legs, until I feel my clit spasming to my touch and my orgasm crashes through me. My body curls in on itself, and I instinctively close my legs around my hands, and shudder through it.

Brian doesn’t speak until I’m done, breathing heavily, my hands still exactly where they were while my brain reaches Ground Zero.

“Tell me how it felt, Nyx.”

“Like I wasn’t touching myself. It felt like it was you.”

“It wasn’t me, you know that, right? I’m not allowed to touch you.”

“I know, but⁠—”

“You fucked yourself, Nyx, just like I told you to.”

I’m bristling again. I’m letting him get so far under my skin, he’ll make himself at home if I’m not comfortable, and then I won’t be able to evict him. “In my mind, it was all you.”

“Do I exist in your mind? Do you think you know me, Nyx?”

“Not the real you. But I think I’m getting to know Brian.”

I sense him smiling again. “Maybe Brian is the real me.”

“It’s time for you to keep your side of the deal. You said I should be afraid of what you would do to me next time.” I chew my bottom lip, excitement making my heart tap out a funny tune.

“You’re right. I owe you that much for your little performance.”

“My performance?” I blink hard, my eyelashes brushing against the mask. “You don’t believe that was real?”

“I believe you had an orgasm, but I don’t believe it was all for me.”

“Who else would it be for?”

“You?” He pauses long enough for it to sink in. Then, “That orgasm was part of your fantasy, not mine.”

“Ha!” The sound escapes before I can stop it. “You told me to make myself come.”

“You’re right, I did. I wanted to understand your emotional connection between fear and excitement.”

“I don’t have an emotional connect⁠—”

“In answer to your question: I would do nothing to you tonight.” He cuts me off, and I know he’s getting ready to end our session. “Even if I could touch you, I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?” I’m not ready for this to be over, and I don’t like that he can make me feel this way. “You said I should be scared.”

“And you are.” He stands up; I hear his movements above my thudding heartbeat. “I won’t touch you until you beg, Nyx. I want you to beg me to fuck you. I want you to be afraid but still want me anyway.” He raises his voice. “I’m done here. Let me out.”

And I have no choice but to leave the room.