Page 41 of Masked

She shook her head and reached for the door handle.

“Stay there. I’ll get it for you.”

He hopped out of the car and came around to her side where he opened it and offered his hand to help her out. She reached for the panties, and he gave her a light smack on the cheek.

“Naughty girl. Why would you try to take out the gift I gave you? Would you rather me stuff them in your cunt instead?”

It was an erotic act he’d engaged in before, but it was likely a kink she’d never heard of before. She didn’t say anything but dropped her hand and waited for him.

He laced his fingers with hers and walked her in.

As they stepped inside, he spotted a woman with a familiar head of red hair with her back to them. He tugged Reva back outside fast enough that she stumbled into him.

“Darci is in there. If you want, we can take the panties out and just go in and visit for a while.”

When she nodded, he chuckled and tugged on the scrap of lace between her teeth. “See? I’m not a complete bastard.”

She giggled and smacked her lips several times as she adjusted to not having her mouth full of her underwear.

“Thank you, Sir. I don’t believe every guy would have brought me back out to avoid embarrassment.”

“And you didn’t expect me to because I have a degradation kink?”

She nodded. “Kind of. Sorry.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “It’s understandable for you to feel that way. But my desires do not extend to actually humiliating you in front of your colleagues. Would I send you to a work event without your panties or with a butt plug in? Yes. Would I make you tell anyone at work about it? Of course not.”

She blew out a breath and reached for his hand. “Let’s try this again.”

Inside, they sat together in the bar and shared a drink. She asked about his day, and they made small talk. Her eyes went wide a few minutes later, and she put both hands over her face. “I guess you could have left the panties in place,” she said in a high-pitched voice.

He turned to see what caught her attention, and burst out laughing. Darci Givens laid on a couch naked and Carrie Mercer knelt between her legs, eating her out. It was a common occurrence for the two women to play with each other. Usually with their husbands. But he didn’t see Peter or Bradley tonight.

“Does that change your desire to play, siren?”

She lifted one shoulder. “I don’t know. We could try something.”

He leaned back and shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out the black lacy underwear and laid them on the table next to her drink.

“Finish up and get those back where they belong.”

Her face turned the same shade of red as his tie, but she picked up the cocktail and drank it in three swallows. When she put the glass down again, she eyed the underwear and fingered the lace for a second, as if trying to decide if she would obey him or not.

“If I have to put them in for you, you won’t like what happens next.”

She balled the lace up and brought it to her lips. “Good girl,” he said when they were back in her mouth.

They stayed at their table for a few more minutes before he stood and offered her his hand. “Let’s go look around. Maybe you can show me your favorite room from the tour the other night.

Her eyes lit up at that, and he wondered which room it would be.

He untangled their fingers as they moved farther into the dungeon and wrapped an arm around her so he could keep her close as they made their way through the room.

The good thing about her putting the panties back in her mouth was that his friends who would normally have a million questions would stay away because it was clear the two of them were in some kind of scene and at Exposure you never interrupted someone else’s scene.

“Nudge me if you want to stop and watch something,” he murmured in her ear.

They wandered the room for a few minutes before he led her into the hall and told her to take the lead and show him the room she liked best.

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