Page 66 of Masked Sins

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LittleDancer

Whatever you wanted.

I stroke my cock through the fabric of my pants. I’m aching for her, and I need to know she wants it just as badly as me.

You have no idea what you’re asking, Little Dancer.

LittleDancer

I want to meet you.

Fuck.

I want to meet you, too.

LittleDancer

I’m wearing your bracelet, and it reminds me of you.

How so?

LittleDancer

It makes me feel like I belong to you.

I stare at her message, palming my cock and thrusting my hips up into my hand.

Do you want to belong to me?

LittleDancer

Yes.

Show me.

I know I shouldn’t ask. I know I should tell her good night and leave her be. But a small part of me wants to see how far she’ll go.

LittleDancer

How?

Send me a picture as proof. Remember, you’re not allowed to touch yourself.

Three more dots appear and disappear before a message comes through.

LittleDancer

Okay, give me a minute.

I set my phone down and stand, walking over to the office door and locking it. As I sit back down at my desk, I unzip my pants and pull my cock out as I wait.

Somewhere in this club, Layla is by herself and willing to prove that she belongs to me.

I wrap my palm around my cock and slowly move it up and down, circling the head and using my precum as lube. A shaky breath escapes my lips, and I roll my hips up into my tightened fist. I’m already close—with her, it never takes long.

Is it fucked up that I think of her every single time I come?

I edge myself as I wait for Layla’s evidence.

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