Page 75 of Masked

“How would you feel if some stranger on the street or someone in your family called you a slut?”

She frowned. “Pissed off.”

“Exactly. But when I do it, your cunt gets wet. Because it’s true. You are my slut. And there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re exactly what I want you to be. So don’t be ashamed of it.”

“Working on it,” she breathed.

“Good. Now we’re going to play rough, and I’m in the mood for some heavy stuff so remember your check-ins and safewords.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her heart was in her throat when they turned down a street that didn’t look all that safe.

“Where exactly is this place?”

He ran his fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry, I’m going to keep you safe.”

They pulled into a parking space in front of what looked like an abandoned building.

“He’s going to tear it down and build something else. His company just acquired the property a few weeks ago. That’s the only reason I asked him about it,” he said when she gave him a questioning glance.

“Trust me, little siren. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He hopped out, and she waited for him to come around and open her door. It was a little thing she’d always enjoyed. Not that she wasn’t capable of opening her own doors. It just made her feel special.

He punched in a code on the door’s keypad and pushed the door open.

Inside was dusty and there were holes in the walls and she wasn’t entirely convinced that the floor was stable.

The energy in the room changed and as she turned to face him, his hand closed around her throat and he pushed her against the door as he shoved his other hand into his pocket.

To her horror, he pulled out a knife and flicked it open. The tendril of fear turned to one of shock and a bit of anger when he hooked the blade on her dress between her breasts and sliced it open with one smooth motion.

“That’s better. A little slut like you needs her tits on display.”

“You could have just taken it off.”

He smacked her left cheek. “No questions. If I want to cut your dress off, I will. And then I’ll buy you two more to replace it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, rubbing the barely there stinging sensation in her cheek.

He cut the dress the rest of the way off of her and used her hair to lower her to her knees on the dirty floor.

At first she was silently cursing him, but when she looked at him towering over her, all dominant and sexy, she forgot about her surroundings. Something about his expensive outfit in this setting made him even hotter.

“Look at you on your knees drooling over me. Get on all fours. I’m going to punish you for being so filthy.”

She whimpered and moved into position. Then she heard his belt being undone and her body tensed.

The toe of his shoe was pressed against her pussy and he dragged it upward before he walked around to face her.

“Your filthy cunt is all over my shoe. Lick it off.”

She gasped. Was he serious? How disgusting. But it wasn’t on her limits list, and she couldn’t think of a reason not to do it. Plus, he held his belt doubled over in one hand and seeing her juices on his black leather shoe was arousing as fuck. So she lowered her head and did exactly as he asked.

He crouched down and grabbed her hair. “Open your mouth.”

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