Masquerade Daddy

CELESTE

NEW ORLEANS

3 MONTHS EARLIER

Private sex clubs are the only thing keeping my relationship going at the moment. If we didn’t have them, I’d have dumped my boyfriend months ago. Don’t even get me started on why I stay with him, we aren’t going to go there right now. It’s a sour subject.

I tighten the bow holding my masquerade mask on while my boyfriend steps around me and opens the dark red padded club door. A large man in an all-black suit and red devil’s mask greets us, eyeing me up and down.

“Membership?” He asks roughly, annoyance dripping in his tone.

I’m not surprised that he’s being a jerk about this. A lot of people try to enter these clubs even when they know they’re private. Not just anyone can join these elite clubs. Luckily for me, the boyfriend and I aren’t just anyone. Our corporation and fat back accounts allow us to do just about anything we want.

Chaz shows the brute of a man our membership cards and our IDs before his attitude completely changes.

“Will you be watching or playing this evening, Mr. and Mrs. Brown?”

I don’t correct him about our marital status before I reply, “Playing.”

His lips twitch into a devilish grin as he checks something off on his clipboard. “Will you be open or private?”

“Private,” Chaz answers without hesitation.

Annoyance bubbles in my chest at his answer. He only ever wants to have private time at these clubs. I hate that. What the hell is the point of visiting these clubs if we aren’t going to step out of our comfort zone? We can fuck privately at home, but I keep my mouth shut like the good submissive that I am.

The man holds out two gold paper bands to wrap around our wrists and I know what they mean. These bands will tell anyone looking in our direction that we’re off-limits. Boring!

“Enjoy your evening, and welcome to New Orleans.” He steps aside to open the doors.

My eyes take in the giant club before us as a wicked grin splits across my face. The main area is dark, only lit up by red and orange hued lights, casting a sexy blaze over the many faces inside. It’s like a sexy version of Mardi Gras. I can’t peel my eyes away.

Most of the men are dressed in suits, but their shirts are wide open and masks cover their eyes. The women are in an array of sexy, skin-tight ball gowns that range from silky black to see-through lingerie material. It’s hot as hell and we fit right in.

I dressed Chaz in his favorite black suit with a matching solid matte black mask, while I wore a lace nightgown that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, pairing it with a black lace mask. I feel sexy as hell and can’t wait to get started.

“I’ll go get us some drinks, babe,” Chaz says into my ear before he walks away.

I scan the area, seeing what we’re working with. Every club in every city had a different vibe, but I can’t figure this one out yet. Most of the people milling around have black bracelets on and I know right away that they’re letting everyone know they’re sharing. My bottom lip pouts knowing I won’t get to wear one.

Chaz and I have known each other for years, being business partners, but in the last year we’ve decided to become a couple. We both have bedroom appetites that can make a porn star blush, but some days I wonder what the hell I’m doing. We aren’t compatible anywhere but in the bedroom, and even then it’s become redundant. And now that I’m his, I’m not allowed to explore elsewhere.

My wandering eyes betray me, seeking out a dominant male that I know I won’t be able to have. I can look all I want to though, right? I see several men that are sexy as hell, but I immediately know they’re not dominant enough. There’s an aura about a truly dominant man and none of them have it.

A guy standing near the bar with two women basically crawling on him has the look, but nope, he’s not right either. Another guy sitting on the black leather couch sucking face with a gorgeous red-headed woman has the right hands, but nope, not him either.

I spin around, completely annoyed with the choices tonight when I freeze in my spot.

Him.

Who the hell is that guy?

He fucking screams dominant male and my legs instantly squeeze together, my mouth parting as I bite the tip of my pinky to prevent myself from moaning. My eyes take in the sight of him leaning over a woman on a chaise lounge. His hand is tightly wrapped around her throat as she vigorously nods her head at whatever he’s saying to her. With his other hand, he lightly slaps her cheek, pushing his thumb into her mouth to pull it open. He lowers his mouth and licks her tongue before he slaps her again.

“Ohh,” I moan, unable to stop it.

His gaze moves toward me, locking directly with mine before one side of his mouth barely twitches into a smirk. The normal reaction here should be me running away with my tail between my legs, pretending that I wasn’t just watching him, but I don’t do either of those things. I want him to know that I’ve been watching; that I like what I see.

The woman beneath him whimpers when he releases her throat and stands up, straightening his suit jacket as he slowly walks toward me. He adjusts his shirt cuffs before dragging a thumb over his bottom lip, painfully slowly. My gaze holds him the entire time, only lowering when he’s right in front of me.

“Hello, Princess,” he rasps in the deepest, roughest voice I’ve ever heard.

Shivers run down my spine as I verbally moan, peering back up into his dark gaze. But I can’t help but notice the golden flecks dancing over emerald eyes. They’re mesmerizing.

His lips finally turn up into a smirk as he permeates strength and dominance.

“I’ve not seen you around here before.”

I shake my head. “No.”

He circles around me, making my body tremble before he stops right in front of me again. Grabbing my wrist, he holds up the gold bracelet and snickers.

“Such a shame, Princess. We could have had some fun.” He leans in and brushes his lips against my earlobe. “I can tell that you’d be a perfect little sub.”

I whimper, trying to keep my cool. The dominance rolls off of him in waves, slamming right into my core as my panties soak through. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to submit to him right at this moment. My legs shake, begging to drop to my knees and give myself to him.

“Hey.” Chaz’s voice makes me blink several times before I turn to him and smile. His eyes take in the man beside me, nostrils flaring. “Did you miss the gold bracelet?”

The man, whose name is a mystery to me, grins. “Just being friendly. Welcome to the club. Enjoy your evening.”

He turns and walks away when I feel Chaz’s hot glare on me, but I only have eyes for the mystery man right now. As he walks away, he glances over his shoulder in my direction, undressing me with his eyes as he gnaws on his bottom lip. Good lord. I’d like to taste that lip of his. Just once.

“Shall we get started so we can return to the hotel room?” Chaz asks.

I blink several times, pulling my gaze from the mysterious dark man and nod my head. My body is so hot and bothered that I don’t care who touches me, just as long as someone does.

We find an open couch and take a seat before Chaz pulls the strap from my dress, kissing my bare shoulder. He continues to pull until my breast is free from the tight lace material. They’re so heavy and the cool air brushes against my nipple, making it perk into a tight bud. I stay still like a good sub that I am, allowing Chaz to do whatever he wants to do to me like always.

But my gaze moves to the dominantly mysterious man sitting alone in a booth just twenty feet away. Our gazes lock as the ghost of a smirk lifts his lips. He moves his hand to his chin, resting his face there as he intently watches us. My breathing picks up as excitement races through my veins. He’s watching, and I like it.

Chaz wraps his mouth around my tight nipple, flicking and sucking until I moan. My gaze holds the mysterious man’s, imagining it’s his mouth on me instead.

My other strap is pulled down, revealing my other breast as Chaz massages it, pinching my nipple gently. The mysterious man taps his chin, still watching as my insides turn to lava. Then Chaz completely stops touching, kneeling on the couch beside me.

He tugs at his belt and slacks, reaching inside to grab his cock. It’s hard and veiny, begging for my mouth. He grabs my jaw and tears my gaze from the mysterious man.

“Open wide, baby,” Chaz instructs. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out to lick the tip, but Chaz jerks my jaw away. “You’ll suck my cock only when I say you can. Do you understand?”

I slowly nod, stealing a glance back at the man in the booth. He hasn’t moved a muscle, but his tapping finger on his chin has stopped.

And then Chaz shoves his cock into my mouth, making me gag, but I’m a good girl and stay steady. He pushes in so deep my nose scrunches against his lower abdomen. Holding steady in my mouth, I gag repeatedly until Chaz lightly slaps my cheek and pulls out.

I inhale a sharp breath as saliva runs down my chin and coats the top of my chest. My eyes move back to the mysterious man and see that he’s adjusting in his seat. The dim light above the booth illuminates his eyes behind his mask, and they’re ablaze.

Chaz grabs each side of my head, guiding my mouth back to his cock and pushes in. He fucks my mouth hard and fast, making me gag and spit uncontrollably. And then his come shoots in the back of my throat without warning. I swallow it down before he pulls out and grabs my jaw.

“Go to the bathroom and wash up. When you come out, I’ll let you have your pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble, standing on shaking legs.

I readjust my dress straps to cover my breasts, curiously glancing toward the mysterious man to find that he’s no longer there. Was he even there at all? Did I imagine it? I want him badly, but surely not bad enough to create an imaginary man.

My steps are jagged and weak as I make my way toward the back of the club. Every step I take makes my pussy throb for attention, pouting when I know the only thing Chaz will do for me is oral play.

Turning down the darkly lit back hallway, I see the bathrooms ahead and step around a couple making out against the wall. Each step I take gets slower and slower, stretching out the time before I have to return to Chaz.

I push open the women’s door and step inside, but not before someone shoves me inside and slams the door behind us. The mystery man pushes me up against the door, covering my mouth with his hand as he locks the door. This might terrify anyone else, but the burning gleam in his gaze only excites me.

“Did you enjoy me watching you, Princess?” He rasps into my ear, sending shivers straight between my legs.

Nodding my head, I squeeze my legs together for more pressure. My pussy has been soaked and throbbing since the moment I laid eyes on him.

“Did you imagine my cock was in your sweet mouth instead of his?”

“Yes,” I mumble against his hand.

His gaze falls to my mouth, slowly pulling his hand away. “Is he your husband?”

My eyes flit between his, truly wondering what he looks like behind his mask. The only thing I can see is his five o’clock stubble along his sharp jaw, and the perfect set of lips.

“No,” I whisper.

His lips twitch into a devilish smirk. “No? Is he your Dom?”

“Yes?”

He chuckles. “So, he’s not your husband and you’re not sure if he’s your Dom or not. What is he to you then, Princess?”

“M-my boyfriend… and business partner,” I reply honestly. Chaz might play the Dom in our sex life, but outside of the bedroom he’s spineless.

“Do you love him?”

My gaze flickers between his again as my heart thunders in my chest. How do I answer a question like this to a complete stranger? I don’t love Chaz, though. I don’t love anyone. Love is for romantics, and I’m definitely not one of those.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business, Sir.”

He groans, running his thumb across my bottom lip. His body is perfectly pressed up against mine and I can feel all of his hardness, even his cock.

“The next time you call me Sir, I’ll have your hands tied behind your back as I punish you with my cock. Would you like that, Princess?”

A small whimper leaves my lips as I slowly nod, picturing that exact scene in my head. Gah, what I wouldn’t give to have that right now.

“What do I have to say or do to make you mine tonight?” He asks roughly, pinning me with his emerald gaze.

I think about an answer, but I have no idea. As far as I’m concerned, this man can have me regardless of my romantic or business relationship with Chaz. I hold up my wrist with the gold bracelet and snap it off, making him growl.

“Lose the dead weight and meet me upstairs in room seven.” He releases me, adjusting his cufflinks as he peers at me through the mask. “You should know that I’m not a very patient man, Princess. Don’t keep me waiting for long.”

He unlocks the door, disappearing before I can even think straight. My libido is celebrating the invitation while my brain is freaking out. How am I going to get Chaz to leave me alone at a sex club? Think, Celeste, think!

I straighten my dress, pulling my phone out of my ankle strap and text Chaz. The only thing I can possibly do is make him think I’ve left already.

CELESTE: Hey- I had to leave urgently. Got a call from Wendy about some accounts being royally fucked up. I’m heading back to the hotel- on the phone with the execs now. Don’t wait up. See you in the morning for breakfast. Xx

Taking a deep breath, I hit send and pray this works. Chaz and I never share a room when we’re on business. Hell, we hardly share a room back home either, so this plan might actually work.

My phone buzzes and I know it’s Chaz. I stay in the bathroom until I know he’s truly gone.

CHAZ: What?! Why the hell didn’t you grab me on your way out? I’m hailing a cab now. Let me know if you need help with anything.

CELESTE: Will do. Goodnight.

I leave the bathroom, slowly making my way down the hallway to steal a peek into the club. Chaz is no longer on the couch and as far as I can see, he isn’t anywhere in the club anymore. It worked!

A set of stairs appear to my right and my shaking legs move in that direction. I’m a nervous wreck even though I’m beyond excited for what’s to come. This man, who I still haven’t been introduced to, makes me extremely nervous in the best way possible. There’s something about him that screams male dominance and my pussy throbs at the idea of him touching me.

Room seven comes into view and my heart plummets into my stomach. Holy shit, this is really happening, isn’t it? Do I knock? Do I just walk in? Shit! I want to be a good sub for him and don’t want to screw up.

The door opens before I can make a decision, nearly startling me right out of my heels. He stands tall and menacing before me as my eyes slowly slide up to his.

His emerald gaze falls to mine as an aura of authority surrounds him. I swallow hard and wait for his instructions.

“Take off your dress,” he demands. I try to walk into the room but he stops me. “No, I want you to strip right here. I want everyone to see that you’ve submitted to me. Now take off your dress and drop to your knees, Princess.”

Oh, damn. I slowly remove my dress, letting it pool at my ankles before I drop to my knees. I keep my gaze down at his feet before he grabs my jaw and forces me to look up at him.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” His eyes sweep over my breasts as he groans deep in his chest. “Do you want to come inside now?”

I nod. My mouth is far too dry to reply.

“Let me hear your words, Princess.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” I stutter.

He smirks, revealing the most perfect teeth I’ve ever seen.

“Good girl.”

He gently helps me to my feet, pulling me inside the room, slamming the door behind me.

I stand perfectly still as he circles around me, scratching his chin as his eyes devour my nakedness.

“You’re not new to this world, are you?” He asks as I shake my head. “Do you have limits?”

“Edging,” I blurt out.

“Mmm, fair enough. Anything else?”

I shake my head, silently begging him to get this show on the road already. I have plenty of limits, but I have a feeling we won’t come to any of them tonight.

“What’s your safe word?”

My eyes dart around the room. I haven’t had a set in stone safe word with Chaz so I have nothing to say now.

“Pineapple,” he rasps. “I want you to scream the word pineapple if you want me to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I reach up to remove my mask when he stops me.

“I think it’s best if we stay anonymous, Princess. Tonight is ours and I want you to remember me as the mysterious Dom who fucked you exactly how you wanted it.”

A shiver runs down my spine again, making my nipples tighten into hard buds. His gaze drops to them, fire filling his eyes with a brazen promise. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I might cry. The throbbing between my legs is almost too much.

“Take off my shirt, Princess,” he demands.

I don’t hesitate, glad that he’s getting on with the show. My shaking hands push his suit jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I wince, wondering if he’ll punish me for letting his jacket fall, but he doesn’t say a word. I undo his shirt buttons next, finally revealing his flesh.

Large, tight pectoral muscles greet me as my eyes wildly dance over his chest. When I push his shirt open, I make sure to skim over his nipples and feel them harden against my palms. My pussy clenches again and my breathing picks up rapidly. I’m so hot right now I could melt into a puddle.

“Good girl, now take my belt off and give it to me.”

The jingling of his belt buckle echoes around us as I pull it from each loop, handing it to him afterward. He smirks down, folding the belt in half before he runs the smooth leather against my lips. My mouth parts, anticipating what he’ll do with it.

“Now take off my pants, drop to your knees, and take me into your sweet mouth. I want to see how deep you can take me.”

My shoulders shiver as I let out a small whimper. I can’t wait to taste him. I’ve wanted to all night. My hands get busy releasing his slacks before I hook my fingers into his briefs and push everything down.

His cock bobs freely in front of my face as my eyes widen at the sight of it. He’s massive; wide in girth and long in length. There’s no way that’s fitting anywhere, but I’m definitely going to try. I grab the base of his cock, running my tongue up the vein on the backside of his shaft. He inhales a sharp breath as I peer up, seeing that he’s intently watching me. His hands ball up at his sides, clearly restraining himself from touching me.

I open wide and sink him into my mouth as far as I can. My cheeks puff out as his head hits the back of my throat, but when I peer down to see how far he’d gone in, my eyes bulge. He’s only halfway in! Holy hell, he’s huge!

I suck and stroke him along my tongue, hitting the back of my throat several times with a small gag before I completely release him. Leaning back on my heels, I take several deep breaths as I steal a glance up at him.

A smirk plays on his lips as he hooks a finger under my chin, guiding me to my feet. He roughly grabs my throat, staring deeply into my eyes.

“Move to the couch and get on your hands and knees.”

I lick my lips and slightly nod before I sashay toward the couch. The cool surface chills my heated flesh as I kneel down. I grab the back of the couch, sticking my ass out as I look over my shoulder to see him walking toward me. I quiver, silently begging for the release I know he’ll give me.

He stops just behind me, caressing a hand over my ass cheeks before he slaps me with the belt. My body jolts, making me moan. My pussy throbs as my juices slide down my inner thighs, coating me. Fuck, that’s nice. Do it again.

“Again,” I whisper, hoping like hell he won’t be upset over my demand.

“Mmm, you like being spanked?” He asks, slapping my cheeks again.

The sharp slap echoes through the room before my moan replaces it. I’m quivering here and the torture is about to break me. I whimper again, wiggling my ass for him. He grabs my ass with his strong hand, squeezing roughly as he spreads me open, running the belt over my pussy lips.

“Ah!” I cry.

“Is your beautiful pussy ready to be stretched, Princess?”

“Yes!” I nearly scream, unable to take this torture much longer.

He steps right up behind me, pressing his hard cock against my pussy as my hips take over and rub him. This only tortures me more, knowing how badly I want him inside of me.

He slaps the back of my shoulders with the belt before he wraps it around my throat. I breathe out a ragged moan as he pushes the belt through the buckle and tightens it, creating a collar and leash around my neck. He pulls until my heartbeat thunders in my throat, my back arching.

“Remember your safe word, Princess.”

Pineapple. Pineapple. Pineapple. Got it. Please just fuck me already!

Then he finally pushes into me. My head flies back as I let out a scream, his huge cock splitting me in two. The tight pressure inside my pussy pounds, making me look over my shoulder to see that he’s not even fully inside me yet. Fucking hell.

“Breathe through it, Princess. I’m not stopping until your pussy can swallow me whole.”

My body quivers as he slowly pushes further in. The tightness only worsens, but when I take a deep breath, my pussy relaxes. He pushes in more and more and more until it feels like his cock is inside my stomach. His thighs and lower abdomen are pressed tight up against my ass, holding completely still.

“That’s a good girl. Can you feel how deep I am?”

“Y-yes,” I mumble, trying to take a few more deep breaths.

My pussy is so full and it almost feels like my pelvic bones are about to break. Will I be able to handle this? Fuck!

He tightens the grip on the belt, pulling my head back as he slowly slides out and rams back in. Again and again. His balls slap against my clit, making me breathless as my toes curl. Holy shit, he’s hitting so deep!

“Ah!” I scream.

The tightness is slowly giving way to pure pleasure as my pussy grows accustomed to his size. I swallow him whole with each inward thrust, hitting the hilt each time. Juices drench the inside of my thigh, allowing him to easily thrust in and out. Fuck, I’m so wet.

His thrusting is so hard and fast that I’m seeing stars. The grip on the belt only makes it worse, but fuck do I love it. Tighter, Sir! I gasp for air, squeezing my pussy walls around him as my orgasm creeps on the horizon. And then he stops.

No. No. No! Why?! I let out a groan as he loosens the belt, allowing me to look over my shoulder.

“I said no edging,” I whisper.

“Mmm, did that make you come close, Princess? Do you like it when I fuck you hard and fast?”

I nod, unable to use my words. He growls as he sinks deeply inside of me again, making my eyes cross. His thrusts are deep and steady, warming my pussy back up as my inevitable orgasm sizzles closer to the edge.

He moves my entire body and pushes my face into the seat cushion, gripping the belt tightly. His foot cools my heated flesh between my shoulder blades, holding me down. My legs are tightly together now, and his cock is stretching me even more. Fucking hell. I moan against the couch as my pussy clenches him, but it’s when he fucks me hard and deep that becomes my undoing.

My orgasm tips over the edge as I scream. My walls pulse around him, soaking my thighs all over again, and he never lets up once. He fucks me so hard and fast that the couch leaves rug burns on my cheek, but I don’t mind at all.

A huge grin spreads across my face as my body buzzes. My toes have curled, and my face has gone numb, the sound of a high-pitched whistle takes over my hearing. He slaps my ass and pulls out with a groan. When he sits down behind me, he uses the belt to guide my actions, pulling me toward him as I straddle his lap.

“Now that you came, I want you to make me come, Princess. I give you permission to fuck me until I blow. Can you do that?”

I nod, gazing down into his emerald eyes. What I wouldn’t give to remove his mask. I want to see his face.

Spreading my ass cheeks apart, I center over his cock and sink down. He stretches me again and I have to bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from screaming. My pussy is sensitive from my orgasm, but I won’t let that stop me from continuing. I want to make him come and I’ll stay here all night if I have to. I want to see his face when he blows, knowing I did that.

He grabs my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh as he spreads me wide open, helping me lower further. My pussy feels like it’s going to fucking rip the further down I go, but I take a deep breath and sink all the way down. Jesus! He’s so fucking big. I have to take several deep breaths as I change my position. No longer on my knees, I steady myself on my feet and slowly lift and drop on him, swallowing his enormous cock.

“Oh my God! You’re so fucking big!” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut as I ride him as fast and as hard as I can stand to.

He lets out a groan, slapping my ass before he lifts and drops me. I’m stretched to the max, unable to take much more if he doesn’t come soon. He releases my ass with one hand and finds my throat, choking me.

“Ah!” I cry out.

I love it when a dominant man chokes me, using the pressure on my throat to control the power between us. It’s hard to explain, but the lack of oxygen makes my orgasms more intense. His gaze darkens behind the mask before he pulls his other hand from my ass and slaps my breasts.

My head flies back and I somehow ride him faster, burying his cock deep inside with each downward drop.

“Mmm, fuck your pussy is so tight, Princess. Keep fucking me like this and I might just have to marry you.”

I drop my gaze down to his as anxiety fills my chest. Did he just say what I think he just said? Marriage isn’t on the table for me. I never want to get married. Hell, I never even want to fall in love. Fucking is the only romantic emotion I want to feel with a man.

“Ah, Princess!!” He groans, gripping my throat tighter.

He lifts me from his cock, throwing me onto the couch beside him, kneeling above me as he strokes his cock. I move into action, getting on my hands and knees, sticking my tongue out to catch his release. His cock is throbbing before me when he grabs the back of my head, angles me forward, and pushes his cock into my mouth. Stroking himself as he buries the tip has me writhing beneath him. His load shoots into the back of my throat, coating my tongue. I can taste him. I moan around his cock, milking him dry as my cheeks hollow out. Pulling out, he smirks down at me and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasps.

My cheeks flush as I sit back and wipe my chin. He moves to his discarded clothes and gets dressed without a word, tossing my dress to me.

“If you want to see me again, Princess, you can find me here.”

He throws me a wink as sadness grips my chest, realizing for the first time that I won’t see him again after tonight.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not from around here. I’m just here on business actually, and I’m leaving in the morning.”

His face shows no emotion as he helps me back into my dress, turning me to zip up the back.

“Such a shame. Your pussy was the perfect match for my cock.” He presses his lips against my shoulder, gently kissing me. “At least we had tonight, Princess.”

I shiver once he steps away from me, slowly opening the door for our inevitable exit. I don’t want to leave just yet, but he doesn’t peg me as the type of guy to share drinks with afterwards while we get to know one another. This was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of fucking. I don’t expect anything else, knowing I’ve met the sexiest man alive in a sex club.

He walks me to the bottom of the stairs before I turn to leave, but he grabs my wrist and spins me to him. I slam into his chest as he cups my face.

“This is one of the best nights of my life, Princess. Take care of yourself, okay? Ditch the boyfriend if he doesn’t satisfy you. Life’s too short.”

And with that, he releases me and walks into the crowd of people where I lose sight of him. My heart thunders in my chest at his words, wishing I could have just one more night with him. Reality calls are a bitch and I’m already wanting to check out. He isn’t the only one who had the best night of his life. I’ll remember this for the rest of mine.