Page 71 of Masked

“On your back,” he growled.

She scrambled to get into position and found him pumping his cock in his hand.

“Where do you want it?”

She cupped her tits and lifted them in offering and watched, mesmerized, as thick ropes of semen shot out of his cock and landed on her chest and dripped onto her fingers.

He looked at the ceiling and raised took in several deep breaths before he looked down at her with a wicked grin.

“No shower today, sweet slut. Rub my cum onto your nipples. You can wipe anything off your hands or stomach, but you’re going to keep me on your tits today.”

His command made her clit pulse again, and she was ready for another orgasm. But she did as he asked and massaged the sticky warm liquid into her nipples.

“Good girl. Now you’ve made me very late for work. I ought to spank you.”

She giggled as he rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

After a minute, she rolled out of bed and followed him, grabbing a rag from the stack on the shelf. She carefully cleaned herself up, following his instructions to not clean up anything on her breasts and then washed all her bits and put on deodorant before going back to the bedroom to search for clothes to wear.

He was out of the shower while she was flipping through dresses in the closet. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“The blue one.”

She grabbed it and pulled it on over her head. It had built in padding where she would normally wear a bra.

“I’m supposed to start my period today or tomorrow. Can I wear panties?”

“Good girl for asking. Yes, you can. We’re going to Exposure after you get done for the day as long as I don’t get called away. I’ll have something waiting for you to wear when you get home and I’ll pick you up at eight.”

He was pulling on boxers as he spoke, and she moved to the collection of shirts and slacks he’d hung in the closet. She pulled out a dark gray shirt and a pair of black slacks and handed them to him. It gave her a little thrill when he didn’t object. His black ribbed tank hugged his muscles, and she took a moment to appreciate how in shape he was.

“When do you work out?”

“Every afternoon before I leave work, if I’m not out of town. Sometimes I get up in the mornings and go for a run, but lately I haven’t been doing that. Can’t figure out why.” He winked as he he buttoned his shirt.

“Are you blaming me for your lack of discipline Dr. Jasper?”

“Definitely. Everything is your fault.”

She giggled when he pulled her in for a toe-curling kiss.

“I’ll see you tonight, little siren.”

At work, Reva made a few phone calls to try to get more funding for Gage’s program. He’d been insistent that he could pay for everything himself, but Reva wanted the funding and support of other organizations to give it more prestige.

Her phone buzzed on her desk, and she picked it up. An Instagram notification that she’d been tagged in a story.

Social media was never big on her priority list, so she ignored it and returned to her phone calls.

She received funding from two women’s rights organizations and an LGTBQ foundation with a heavy leather community membership.

Next, she found the number of a brand new organization she’d heard of that was based in Las Vegas.

“Is this Zara Blair?”

“It is. How can I help you?”

“I’m Reva Calhoun, and I work with the ACSL. I was wondering if we could talk about an educational program I’m working on in D.C.”

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