All Chapters of Sexy Behind The Mask: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I'm Madam V, the owner of The Velvet Room." She extended her hand, which Honey shook firmly. "We're pleased you've chosen to explore with us. If you'll follow me, we'll conduct your final interview in private."Honey followed her through a doorway into a comfortable office space. Unlike the dimly lit reception area, this room was brightly illuminated, furnished with a modern desk and plush chairs."Please, have a seat," Madam V gestured to one of the chairs. "Would you like a drink? Water? Wine?""Water, please," Honey replied, her mouth suddenly dry.As Madam V poured from a crystal decanter, Honey took in her surroundings. The office was designed to put potential members at ease, nothing too intimidating or overtly sexual. The only indication of the establishment's true nature was a framed photograph on the wall: a black and white image of a masked couple in an intimate embrace, tastefully artistic."Your application was quite interesting," Madam V said, handing Honey the water bef

She met his intense gaze."I could give you that. Tonight. Just a taste of what it means to surrender." His voice was deep, hypnotic. "Nothing beyond what you're comfortable with. We stay fully clothed if that's what you want. But I would take control, and you would follow my lead. Would you like that?"Honey's breath caught in her throat. This was why she'd come here…to explore, to discover, and mostly, to feel. Something about this man, this stranger who called himself Sir, made her feel safe despite the inherent risk."Yes," she said, surprising herself with the steadiness of her voice. "I would like that very much."His smile was slow, predatory, yet somehow reassuring. "Then from this moment, you'll do as I say. You'll address me as Sir. If anything becomes too much, you say 'retreat,' and it stops immediately. Is that clear?""Yes, Sir.""Stand up."Honey rose to her feet, her legs slightly unsteady. Sir remained seated, looking up at her with an expression of measured approval.

Sunday, October 8th, 8:32 a.m.The Sunday morning light filtered through the curtains of the spare bedroom. She stretched languidly, feeling oddly refreshed despite the confrontation with Riley. She had locked the door last night to make sure he hadn't tried to join her.Something new had started for her last night at The Velvet Room, meeting Sir. She wasn't sure she would have felt the same with any stranger… there was just something about him.Just thinking about him sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. His commanding presence, the way he'd looked at her as if he could see past all her masks to the woman beneath. The promise in his eyes when he'd invited her back tonight.Honey checked her phone… three more missed calls from Riley and a text:Riley: We need to talk when you get up.He'd sent it over an hour ago. She had put her phone on silent before going to sleep last night.She ignored it, slipping out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. After a long, hot shower, she dri

Sir's hand remained at Honey's throat, a gentle pressure that commanded rather than threatened. The warmth of his palm sent electricity down her spine as his other hand finally grasped the zipper of her dress. Slowly… almost torturously slowly, he began to lower it, the sound of the teeth parting filling the silence between them."Before we begin in earnest," he murmured against her ear, "we need to establish some ground rules, Red."His fingers traced the newly exposed skin of her back as the zipper reached its end. The dress remained in place, held up only by her shoulders, a crimson barrier that would fall away at his command."First rule," he continued, his breath hot against her neck. "You will address me as 'Sir' at all times.""Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice slightly tremulous with anticipation."Second rule." His hands moved to her shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress down just slightly, not enough to reveal anything, just enough to let her feel the intention. "You w

The night at The Velvet Room had been an eye opener. Even now, her body still hummed from the pleasure. Sir had been relentless in his education, introducing her to sensations she'd never imagined possible. After that first explosive encounter, he'd shown her more, different positions, varying levels of restraint, the exquisite balance of pain and pleasure that left her mind blank and her body singing. Who would have guessed.She'd lost count of how many times she'd climaxed. Four? Five? Each one more powerful than the last as Sir pushed her boundaries further, always checking in, always ensuring her comfort even as he commanded her absolutely.Her legs still felt shaky, and delicious soreness radiated from between her thighs. Her wrists bore faint red marks from the silken bonds he'd used, nothing that wouldn't fade by morning, but enough to remind her this hadn't been a dream. And he had spanked her as well which would make sitting down tomorrow interesting. She would have a reminde