Page 27 of Breaking Vincent

TheMaskedBrat94 –Text me when you do?

I double tap the message and lock my phone, Jamie and Jude are grinning at me. “Ignore what just happened. Can we just get into whatever you guys needed me to be here for?”

Chapter 11 –

Vincent

I practically skip to work, sipping my ice-coffee, my belly filling with excitement. A tiny bit of me feels guilty for messing with him, but I’m sure he’ll find it funny when he discovers it’s me who sucked the soul straight from his balls and flirted with him online.

I’m glad I had some old photos and videos saved on my phone to send to him.

The day passes in a blur of stabbing customers and booking appointments and by the time 6:30pm rolls around I can’t wait to leave, so I can go home and soak in a hot bath while catching up on Black Mirror.

My phone buzzes the second I walk through my front door.

MasterL -Come to the club tonight?

And just like that, my plans have changed. Fuck the scented bubble bath, I’d rather get skull fucked.

TheMaskedBrat94 -What time?

MasterL -9pm

MasterL- What’s your safe word?

TheMaskedBrat94 -Beetlejuice, or I’ll snap my fingers if my mouth is… unavailable

I see that he's read my message, and when he doesn’t respond a few minutes later, I walk to my bedroom and put my phone on charge and make myself a quick bite to eat, only something small because I don’t want to be bloated or run the risk ofanythingruining the mood.

I start the process of getting ready. I force myself to ignore my twitching cock as I look through my wardrobe for something to wear.

Black leather trousers would usually be my go-to, but I want to go for something different tonight, something that will make me stand out from the crowd.

After choosing the perfect outfit, I head into the bathroom for a very thorough shower, which includes shaving every part of myself. Luckily for me my erection wilts as I hold the razor close to my nuts. I like pain, but the thought of slicing a ball off is enough to calm down my hormones.

Since I’m going to be wearing my latex mask, I don’t worry too much about making my hair look all pretty, I just use the hairdryer and fasten it in a high ponytail.

I get dressed in my chosen outfit and pop some eyeliner on my lower lids to give myself that edgy look. I give myself a spritz of my expensive cologne - gotta make sure I smell yummy.

By the time the Uber pulls up to the club, I’m running a few minutes late and the brat in me really hopes that MasterL has the same attitude as he had at the coffee shop, because my ass is begging to be spanked. I slip my latex mask over my face and unlock the zipper, making sure to put the key safely in my pocket.

As I’m getting ready to check in at the reception desk, my phone buzzes in my hand.

MasterL -Your ass is late. And I don’t like to be kept waiting. You’ve got two minutes to get to the basement.

My skin buzzes from my heels to my hair and I can’t wipe the smirk from my face as I hand the young man behind the desk my phone and pass him my ID. He explains how to get to the basement and what happens down there.

A few minutes later I’m practically skipping down the corridor, fantasising of how the brooding man is going to punish me, before I can make my way down the stairs a man shouts out, stopping me in my tracks. “You aren’t permitted to enter alone. What's your name?”

I look up to the strict sounding man, like I have to physically look up, which is a rarity considering I’m 6ft2. The dude is fucking jacked.

“I’m meeting someone here. My name is The Masked Brat.”

The man snorts at me, literally snorts like a fucking pig. “You’re a bit big for a brat,” he states while looking me up and down like I’m something gross, which really pisses me off.

“Excuse you?”

He arches a dark bushy brow, obviously not liking my attitude. Well, what the fuck does he expect when he acts like a major douche?