Page 10 of Masked & Mine
Mack pulls me out of my thoughts, replying back, “Not saying we want to bring you into our relationship, but none of us can get jealous if we want this to work.”
“What about you? Why are you wanting to do this?” Mack throws her question right back at her.
“Clearly, you all have a loyal fan base. I’ve been wanting to find higher-paying clients that want to be degraded privately or more subscribers in general. I just really want to grow on all of my platforms. Degrading is by far my favorite kink. I just got fired fromSins: In Sin City, the sex club on the strip. So, I’m doing this full-time now.” She threw that last bit in like she was ashamed—that was the first time seeing that feeling on her. “What about you, Mack? What’s in this for you?”
I’m curious about his answer too.
“Look, I don’t want this to be taken the wrong way. I love what Percy and I have, but he has mainly slept with women. I’ve also never really been on the monogamy train, necessarily, and that’s what we have in this relationship. And not that I’m saying anything is wrong with it, but with being bisexual, I feel like we could get the best of both worlds. Why do we need to put ourselves in a box based on our sexuality when we don’t have to?” Damn, that was a good answer.
She’s so intrigued by what Mack has to say—maybe because he’s usually the submissive one? “I get that. It’s always fun to explore, as long as everyone is down with it,” she says.
“Mack has opened my eyes to a lot of shit, clearly. Cue the bi-awakening that happened to me almost a year ago when we first met.” I look over at Mack, giving him a smile. God, I love this man. Let’s hope this doesn’t scare him off.
“I’m going to share a deep, dark fantasy with you all, but you have to promise not to judge. I don’t even think Mack knows about it, but you’ll need his help to make it come to life. It’s my next huge marketing scheme as well.” I’m hoping to hell they don’t judge me for it. It’s definitely known as a common thing to fantasize about, but most people obviously don’t act on it. And my certifiable ass wants to film it as well as make it a pay-per-view event. I want itto be an option for people to live out their fantasies through us.
They both give stern nods when I look their way.
Well, here goes nothing. “I want to be drugged, kidnapped, and fucked. And I want you to film it too, because I want to make it our next big pay-per-view event.”
I expect gasps and shocks from both of them, but Mar has a devilish smirk on her face, clearly plotting something, and Mack just looks amused.
Mack gets out between laughs and says, “Who knew all I needed to do was hit up a domme to bring out your wild side?”
??2I start setting up the camera to shoot some marketing pictures for our collab announcements on all our socials. We’ll have to take some semi-PG ones for Instagram and TikTok, then we’ll move onto the spicier ones for OnlyFans and, of course, for the streams on the actual cam sites. We got done chatting for a couple hours and eating takeout. Mack and Mar are in the kitchen, cleaning up realquick while I change into my gear and get everything ready. Mar is great to be around. She’s honestly effortless, which is not usually how women in my past were. We’re planning on posting these pictures tomorrow, and then we plan to film for the first time next week.
I think Mack and Mar want to go out tonight. Something about shaking some ass? They were scheming together while in the kitchen, and here I am, just along for the ride at this point.
“Mack, Mar, come on, let’s get this done.”
Mack comes walking in with his full gear on, but his mask is still off. He immediately drops to the floor and starts doing push-ups. I roll my eyes, but I start doing the same thing. We need to get a good pump going so our veins look extra good because it makes these bitches feral, and honestly, the men, too.
It’s more the men than the women, now that I think of it.
I hear Mar walking in, and the footsteps stop suddenly.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
“Getting a pump on, sweet cheeks.”
Before I can blink, Mar is standing in between both of our heads, her boot stepping on Mack’s fingers. Luckily, it’s his left hand. The right hand is his moneymaker with the tattoo machine. Mack gasps out of shock.
“It’s Sovereign, or ma’am, to you when we’re streaming or about to be. That’s all the devils know me by. Just like they don’t know your government names, either.”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, ma’am.”
Dropping down onto my stomach. “Where the hell did you even get sweet cheeks from?” I ask. She finally takes her boot off his hand.
Mack moves to sit on his knees while looking up at her. “Those sweet ass cheeks, that’s where. You’re a goddess, Ma’am. Sovereign doesn’t explain you well enough, though. You’re a God.”
She squats down by his face and whispers, “No, the Devil, babe.”
I snapped a couple pictures of them like this. Mack is on his knees, looking up at our real-life Devil. She brought her little, glowing red horns with her; I guess she keeps them in her bag. I’m mentally laughing at that, but also, you never know where you’ll be able to shoot some content.
She looks so powerful. Maybe she does belong in charge. Now I’m wondering what happened in her life to make her need to be in control and have power over situations. Not trying to get into these types of feelings, though. I’ll end up getting attached, and she doesn’t seem like the one you get to keep. I have to protect Mack. He’ll for sure fall for her, no questions asked.
If he hasn’t already.
“I want you both on your knees for the picture for my promo.” Mar says this while looking me in the eyes, then casts her eyes down to the floor beside Mack.