“You did so well, Kitten,” he says softly, his lips brushing against my hair. “You were more than I could have ever hoped for.”
He drops gentle kisses on the top of my head and squeezes me close, warming me from the inside as much as the outside. Tears well in my eyes at how…rightit all feels.
“Hey, hey, what are these tears for?” he asks, his gruff voice taking on a worried tone for the first time. “Did I go too far?”
“No, not at all,” I say on a watery exhale. “It was perfect. I just can’t believe how safe I feel with you. How… I don’t even know how to put it into words.”
His hand cups my face, and he tilts my head to look at him. “Youwere perfect. You were made for me. Every beautiful inch of your stunning body, the heart that I know you have, your intellect, yourconfidence. And your insecurities too. I am going to spend the rest of my life showing you there is no need to worry about anything.”
I gasp at the casual way he claims me as his. As something so much more than someone he fucked in a sex club one time. That voice inside me, the one I’m always so at odds with, tells me it’s because heismine. Because we are meant to be together. I’m so afraid to let myself believe it, though. Believe that this sense of belonging isn’t a one-off.
“We just met,” I remind him, although I’m not sure why. I want nothing more than his promises to come to life, but it couldn’t be that easy, could it? “I don’t even know your name.”
“You will. When you’re ready to hear it.”
My brows scrunch, and my mouth drops open. How can I trust him so freely when he isn’t even willing to share the most basic information about himself? Doubt swirls and curdles in my gut.
“You said my name earlier,” I say as the memory crashes in. He said my name when he soothed my nerves. “How did you know it?”
“I know a lot of things,” he replies, caressing his thumb along the side of my face. “You’ll understand soon.”
“Phone number?” I ask, unsure I even want to hear the answer.
“Not necessary,” he replies, setting me gently on my feet. “Come on, let's get you dressed again so I can get some water into you.”
“You won’t tell me your name or phone number? I don’t know what you look like. How am I supposed to find you again?” Panic starts to claw through me. Was this all a love-bombing act? Some kind of sick fantasy where he finds the most vulnerable, submissivewoman and messes with me? Or is this his way of rejecting me? Taking what he—okay, what we both—wanted and then kicking me to the curb.
“You don’t need to find me because I’m not going anywhere,” he says simply, standing up behind me and running his hands down my bare shoulders almost possessively. “I’m going to be everywhere you look. I will show you who I am when you’re ready to commit to me. And until that moment, I will be enjoying making you crave me like your next breath.”
Confusion wraps around my neck like a noose, choking me and silencing me at the same time. I’ve never belonged anywhere, why would this be any different?
I move in a daze, unsure of what is happening between us as the masked man positions me like a doll. He redresses me, then wraps the blanket around me again and lowers me back down onto the side of the bed. The butt plug tucked inside my ass sends a small jolt through me as I sit down. It reminds me that he punished me for my panic earlier. He interrupted my spiral and grounded me. He listened to what I needed and gave me exactly that. Those are not the actions of a man who is done with me. Are they?
He crouches down in front of me and takes my hands in his. He rubs circles with his thumbs while he waits patiently for my breathing to steady again.
“I can hear the cogs in your brain turning, Kitten. I’ve told you that I’m not going anywhere. I’ve told you that you’re my forever. Are you struggling to believe me?”
“It’s just hard to reconcile when the reality is we are going to go our separate ways tonight, and I might not recognize you if you wear a different mask next time. Everything has felt too good to be true. You could leave and never come back, and I would have no way of knowing who you are or how to find you.”
“I promise you that won’t happen,” he assures me. “What would help you feel more grounded without my name or number?”
“I don’t know,” I say, squeezing my thighs together as a flush carries up my chest. He doesn’t miss the way my body squirms. Of course he doesn’t.
“You said before that you needed me to quiet those thoughts. Do you need me to fuck them out of you?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” I beg breathlessly. He listened. He’s actually prepared to give me what I need. I could cry from the relief.
“Our time in this room is nearly up,” he says, checking the digital clock on the wall. “I guess I’ll be fucking you over a table after all. Come here, Kitten.”
My breath hitches, and my pussy floods at the return of his harsh tone. I climb off the bed and walk toward him on shaky legs. My masked man stands beside the now open door, his arms crossed in front of him as he glares at me. The image of the all-powerful Dom is slightly thrown off by the fact he is holding my bag. He gestures for me to walk back to the main hall, following close behind me as I move forward.
“That empty table to the left of the stage,” he murmurs into my ear, closer than I expected him to be. My heart hammers in my chest, and my breathing comes in ragged gasps. “Hands on thetable,” he says, positioning me so I’m facing out at the dwindling crowd, seeing more people and noticing some casual glances our way.
He hoists up my dress around my waist and shoves me forward. There will be no doubt to anyone who sees me like this that it's a punishment. It’s humiliating. My face burns with a hot flush as I stare into the room, and blood pounds in my ears like a frantic drum.
“I don’t think a quick wash in a sink is sufficiently clean for my cock to go anywhere other than your ass, and I respect the limits you have laid out for me. So that’s why I’ll be fucking you here,” he says as he jostles the plug.
I’m a whimpering mess. This is going to hurt. A lot. I heal quickly, but I’m still a little raw from earlier and his cock is huge. I need it, though. I’m desperate to be grounded in pain and know that he cares enough to inflict it. I need to know he will show up for me with whatever I need.
