Page 40 of Masked

“Not a doctor yet. But so close, thanks to you.”

“Hang up the phone, Reva. Hurry and try to be done by nine so you can take your work mask off and be the dirty little toy you were meant to be.”

Without waiting for her, he ended the call and picked up the whiskey and drained it. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but she captivated him and made it hard to quit teasing her.

But he had his own appointment at the White House in an hour, so he had to get it together and stop thinking about her long enough to complete the report he would be delivering.

By nine, he was second guessing whether he should go see her again. But her name lit up his phone at ten after, and he answered without a second thought.

“Hello, Reva. How’s work going?”

“We’re wrapping up now. Want to meet me at the hotel?”

The sound of her voice obliterated all doubts about seeing her. He had to. “No. I’m coming to pick you up. When I get there, you’ll remove your panties before you get in my car and hand them to me.”

“What if someone sees me?”

“They won’t. I’ll park where they can’t. Don’t question things, Reva. Just give in and say yes, Sir like a good girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“I’m on my way.”

When he ended the call, he grabbed the toy bag he’d already prepped and headed for his car.

When he messaged to tell her where he was parked, he expected hesitation or a delay on her part.

Instead, she was at the door two minutes later. He locked the door so she couldn’t open it and rolled the window down.

“Panties off and hand them to me through the window. Then you can get in.”

She shivered for a second but looked around and hiked her skirt up enough to get a hold of the waist of her panties and slide them down. She bent and stepped out of them then handed them to him through the window.

“Good girl.” He held them up and examined the crotch area, even bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. When he’d finished his inspection, he unlocked the door and waited for her to climb in. When she was pulling the seatbelt across her lap, he undid his and turned to face her. Leaning close, he pulled her hair back with one hand and balled the panties up in his other. “Open your mouth wide.”

Her lips parted and formed a small o. Gripping tighter he brought the panties to her lips. “Wider.”

He shoved the panties in and let go of her hair so he could find her soaked pussy.

“What has your panties so wet? Do you enjoy tasting yourself this way?” he asked as he slid a finger through her folds.

“Were you thinking about the way I’m going to use you tonight while you were supposed to be working? What would your boss think if he knew what a dirty little fuck toy you are?”

She whimpered at his touch and shook her head back and forth, then nodded up and down.

“It’s OK. I’ll take care of you sweet slut. What do you think of my gag?”

Her face turned red, but there was a little twinkle in her eye.

“So, should I fuck you here in your parking lot or take you somewhere else?”

The muffled nose that came out of her mouth sounded close enough to “Somewhere else,” that he started the car and headed for the place he’d intended to take her all along.

The party at Exposure would just be getting started. They’d discussed the theory of public play last night, but tonight they would test that idea.

A half hour later, they pulled into the parking lot and her eyes widened with fear.

“We can always go back to your office, and I can fuck you on your desk.”

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