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His Masked Mistress

His Masked Mistress

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Bdsm , Steamy erotica Romance Cheat 18+ Warning ?⚠️⚠️ Do not read of you're not up to 18 He stepped away again, and she heard the sound of drawers opening and closing. When he returned, she felt something cold and metallic against her skin. A shiver of fear and anticipation raced through her. What was he going to do next? Josh traced the object along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, the coldness sending a jolt of excitement through her body. She could feel the heat between her legs, her panties growing damp with her desire. He was in no hurry, his movements slow and deliberate. The object was a nipple clamp, and when he finally closed it around her left nipple, she couldn't help but gasp. The pain was sharp, but it quickly morphed into pleasure as her body responded to the sensation. He repeated the action on her right, and she arched her back, the leather of the chair creaking beneath her. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect," he murmured. "Now, let's see how much you can handle."

Chapter 1 GAME ON

Celine Bilkent's heels clicked rhythmically on the sidewalk as she navigated the concrete jungle of Downtown Manhattan. The setting sun cast a warm glow on the towering buildings, but it did little to warm the chilly evening air. She tightened her grip on the handle of her briefcase, her thoughts a whirlwind of deadlines and unanswered emails. A soft breeze picked up, carrying with it the scent of pretzels from the cart at the corner, a scent that usually brought comfort but today only served as a reminder of the long hours she'd spent indoors.

"Hey, you," a deep, unfamiliar voice called out from behind her. She spun around, her heart racing. On the bustling street, she found herself face to face with a man dressed in a sharp suit, his tie askew and a playful smile dancing on his lips. He looked out of place amidst the office drones in their sensible shoes and winter coats.

"Do I know you?" Celine asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. The man chuckled, his laughter echoing against the concrete canyons.

"Not yet," he said, extending a hand. "Josh Montgomery."

Celine hesitated before shaking it, her mind racing. Why would a billionaire like him be approaching her? She was just a lowly office worker, one of the many faces lost in the crowd of the city. But his handshake was firm and his gaze sincere, and for a fleeting moment she allowed herself to be drawn into his charm.

"Celine," she said, her voice a whisper above the city's murmur. "What can I do for you, Mr. Montgomery?"

His smile grew more intense. "I have a proposition," he said, his voice low and confident. "A chance to change your life. But it requires a... certain level of discretion."

Celine's interest was piqued, but she was also wary. "What kind of proposition?"

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Meet me tomorrow at this address," he said, pressing a small, folded piece of paper into her hand. "If you dare."

And with that, he disappeared into the throng of people, leaving Celine standing there, the paper fluttering in the wind. She looked at the address scribbled on it: an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Her heart pounded in her chest. What could a man like him want from someone like her?

That night, she lay in her cramped apartment, the hum of the city lulling her into a restless sleep. Dreams of her sister, hooked up to machines in the hospital, and her mother's frail body plagued her. The weight of their medical bills pressed down on her, a constant reminder of her financial straits. The promise of a better pay and the possibility of relieving some of their burden was too tempting to ignore.

The next evening, after work, Celine took a cab to the address, her stomach in knots. The warehouse loomed before her, a relic of the city's industrial past. She stepped inside, the echoes of her heels the only sound in the vast, empty space. A single spotlight illuminated a figure standing at the far end.

Josh Montgomery waited for her, his silhouette imposing in the shadowy warehouse. She approached him, her legs trembling slightly. As she grew closer, she could see his eyes gleaming with excitement. He was even more handsome than she remembered, his presence commanding the room.

"So, you came," he said, his voice smoother than velvet.

Celine nodded, her voice shaky. "I'm here."

He stepped closer, his eyes raking over her body. "I want to make you an offer," he began, his tone business-like despite the intimate setting. "I need a masked mistress, someone to satisfy my... particular tastes and accompany me to certain public functions. In return, I will provide you with a generous salary and ensure your anonymity is protected."

Her mind reeled. It sounded like a fairy tale, too good to be true. Yet, she thought of her sister's hospital bills and her mother's doctor appointments. With a deep breath, she made her decision.

"I'll do it," she said, her voice steady.

Josh's smile grew wider. "Excellent," he said, pulling out a black mask from his pocket. "Let's make it official."

He placed the mask over her eyes, the soft fabric brushing against her skin. The world around her grew dark, and she felt a strange mix of excitement and fear. This was the start of a new chapter in her life, one that would either be her salvation or her downfall.

He took her hand and led her to a plush, velvet-covered chair. "Remember, Celine," he whispered. "You are mine, but only when you wear this mask."

And with that, the game began.

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