MasukChapter 106.Lira’s POVThe next few days felt like walking on broken glass. Every time my mom looked at me I wondered if she could see the guilt on my face. She acted normal at home; cooking dinner, asking about my day, humming worship songs while folding laundry. But I caught her staring off into space sometimes with this soft, dreamy look I had never seen before. Her cheeks would flush a little, and she’d touch the spot on her arm where Lucas had rested his hand.I knew what that look meant now.While things were weird at home, Lucas kept texting me short messages. Commands, really.“Wear the black lace under your clothes tomorrow.”“Edge yourself for thirty minutes before bed. No coming.”“Make sure your mom sits next to me at the potluck on Friday.”I obeyed every one. My body stayed in this constant state of low heat. My panties were almost always damp. I hated how easily I got wet now, just from thinking about his voice or his fingers.Friday night was the church potluck. The
Chapter 105.Lira’s POVThe next few days blurred together in a sick kind of rhythm. I went to church like nothing was wrong. Sat beside my mom in the front pew every Sunday. Helped hand out bulletins. Smiled when the old ladies told me how pretty my voice sounded in the choir. All while Lucas watched from the sound booth or the back rows. His eyes followed me everywhere. Every time I glanced back, he was there. That half-smirk on his face. Like he owned me now.I barely slept. Every night I lay in bed touching myself the way he told me to, but I never let myself finish. The ache between my legs grew worse each day. My body felt restless and hot. Guilty. I hated how much I thought about his fingers. The wet sounds they made. The way he called me desperate.Wednesday night came again. Midweek service. I sang the hymns with a voice that felt too sweet for what I was becoming. After it ended, I told my parents I needed to stay and help put away the hymnals. My mom kissed my cheek and sai
Chapter 104.Lira’s POVI never meant for any of this to happen.My name is Lira. Everyone at church knows me as Deacon Harlan’s perfect daughter. The one who sings in the choir with a sweet, pure voice. The one who helps with Sunday school and always has a smile for the old ladies who pinch my cheeks. They think I’m the golden girl who will marry a nice Christian boy and raise godly babies.They have no idea I’m Masked Barbie.It started small. Just pictures at first. A little lace, a lot of skin, face hidden behind a pink mask I bought online. The money came in fast. Enough to pay my secret credit card bills and buy things my parents would never approve of. Then the videos. Short ones at the beginning. Later, longer ones where I spread my legs and touched myself while whispering filthy things to the camera. Men paid good money for that. I told myself it was harmless. Just fantasy. No one from my real life would ever find out.Until Lucas did.I noticed him the first time he showed
Chapter 103.Loe’s POVThe weekend passed in a short while. I had barely left my apartment throughout the day. Every time my phone buzzed I jumped, thinking it might be Fred. It never was. Just my roommate asking if I wanted takeout or my mom checking in. By Sunday night the silence felt worse than the guilt. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment.His hands. The way his voice sounded as a sexy groan, calling me little one. The way he filled me on his desk. The lies he told his wife while I swallowed him under the table.Monday brought in a big deadline. The annual board presentation had to be perfect. Fred sent a message at eight in the morning: “Stay late tonight. We will finish this together.”I knew what that meant. My hands shook as I typed back “Okay.”The whole day felt like waiting for a storm. Meetings ran long. People rushed around with tense faces. Fred stayed locked in his office most of the time, but every time our eyes met across the floor the air c
Chapter 102.Loe’s POVThe weekend felt too long and too short at the same time. I stayed in my apartment, cleaned everything twice, watched stupid shows on my laptop, and tried hard not to think about Fred. But every time I sat down my body remembered. The stretch when he pushed inside me. The sound of his groan when he came. The way his cum leaked out of me afterward. By Sunday night I had touched myself three times thinking about it. Each time the guilt came right after, heavy and sharp, but it never lasted long enough to stop me.Monday morning I walked into the office with my stomach in knots. I made his coffee exactly the way he liked it and carried the mug to his door. He was already inside on a call. When I set the mug down he looked up at me. His eyes moved over my face, then lower, like he could see through my blouse. He gave me a small nod. Nothing more. Professional in front of everyone else.The day started normal, the usual office grind. Emails. Scheduling. A short team
Chapter 101.Loe’s POVFriday felt different from the start. The scratches on my cheek had now faded to thin dark pink lines, but my lip still hurt when I smiled. I woke up early and stood in front of the mirror for a long time. My reflection looked extremely tired. Eyes a little wild, her messy, even my jaw was stiff. I told myself today I would keep control. Do my work. Leave at normal time. No staying late. No letting Fred pull me into his office again.But by lunch I already knew that was a lie. Every time I heard his voice from inside his office my stomach tightened. Every time he walked past my desk my thighs pressed together on their own. The memory of his mouth on me last night kept flashing back. The way he licked and slapped until I begged. The thick warmth of his cum on my chest.At four thirty most people started packing up. Fred came out and stopped at my desk. He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me. His eyes moved over the faint marks on my face, then lower.
Chapter 19Alex’s POVI noticed Chloe has been pulling away these last few weeks. The signs were little at first, texts left on read longer than usual, her rolling away in bed instead of cuddling with me giving excuses about work stress or headaches whenever I tried to initiate anything. I told mys
Chapter 18Mia’s POVI stood in front of the full length mirror for what felt like… the fifteenth time I guess, twisting left and right as my heart hammered so loudly I could hear it over the silence in my room. The outfit was kind of reckless; a short black skirt that barely covering up the top of
Chapter 17Mia’s POVIt's been three days since then.Three days since I've seen Lori or even stepped foot on campus.I spent three days lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and replaying that bleacher scene like a loop on some porn reel. Lori’s moans, Brent’s smirk, the way her body arched when he
Chapter 16Mia’s POVWhen we arrived there, the cafeteria was already packed. It was like they’d packed the whole campus in there.Lori held my hand as she pushed through the crowd before turning to me.“Mia, you get our food. I’d get a seat for us.”“Alright then…but please, don’t throw punches.”







