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“This is only the beginning,” the figure said, a hint of something dark and tantalizing in his voice. “Your true test begins now.”

His words hung in the air, many realizing there was no going back without suffering penalties that no one wanted to wait around to see. Whatever this initiation was, I was bound to it now, drawn into a world that had already begun to change me in ways I couldn’t yet comprehend.

I could have looked anywhere after I put on my gloves and slipped my right hand past the waist band of my loose-fitting pants, but for some reason, I looked at the captivating figure, knowing without a doubt that he was the one who had initially grabbed me.

The man whose lap I had spent hours sitting on.

The one whose dick I still felt pressed into my ass cheeks, teasing me of a good time that he didn’t collect on … yet.

His voice was different now. More authoritative and commanding.

Yet, as I took the step at being the first possible initiate to pleasure myself in order to fulfill what was needed for the cum box of the agreement, I couldn’t help but hold his purple gaze, fighting hard not to bite my lip as his words ran through my mind over and over again.

You smell like sin.

You feel like bad decisions.

You taste like wicked repentance.

He acted like he was observing the room.

But I knew his eyes tracked my movements as I angled my body and my fingers worked my clit, the lube forgotten and unnecessary while I masturbated in a room full of strangers, ignoring the other possible initiates and the masked leaders lined against the wall watching us intently.

Everyone here, no matter how nervous or scared they were, had gotten an invite to CASA, but I wasn’t sure if being taken to this unusual initiation was God’s way of punishing me for every bad deed I had ever committed.

Or the devil’s idea of a cruel joke to send a person who weaponized sex for her career to some sort of erotic school where I would clearly have to pretend to enjoy sex for pleasure, and not business.

For once in my life, I thought about telling the truth.

Yet, as I climaxed and muffled my moans while ignoring the groans of those around me masturbating like I was, I decided not to fight my way out of this place or die trying. Instead, I sliced a small cut in my hand next, dropped the blood next to my cum, and signed along the dotted line.

Once my agreement was protected, I tossed the gloves to the table and stood to proudly bring my box to the front of the room, not giving a damn if we were supposed to stay in our seats, my eyes only on him .

I didn’t get too far before I was stopped and escorted back, but I succeeded in getting over my discomfort. I liked being in control. In a setting like this, you had to do what you could to let those of authority know that you were not weak and refused to back down from a challenge.

I assumed I was going to be told to sit back down in my seat, but suddenly, the guard who had escorted me placed his hand over his ear and chuckled as he shook his head. He must be wearing an earpiece.

I didn’t resist when he dragged me back to the front of the room and into a darkened corner where the one I had been watching while I masturbated was already waiting for me.

He gave a quick head nod to the guard who had bought me to him, before the guard turned around and gave his back to us, blocking my view of the others in the room.

“What did I do wrong?” I asked, my voice low as he circled around me once before stopping in front of me again.

He didn’t answer my question, nor did he say anything at all. He only watched me in the darkness with a scrutiny that made me a bit uncomfortable, especially because up close. He was much taller than I realized. I stood at five-nine, but he seemed to be at least six-six or taller.

Between the mask and the darkness of the corner, his face and body were mostly obscure, but the tension between us was palpable.

Like a live wire humming with unspoken energy.

My arms and legs were free, but standing there in front of him, I felt bound in more ways than I could even comprehend at the moment.

My eyes were sharp and defiant, as I stared into the depths of his, refusing to look away. Each shallow inhale of my breath carried with it both boldness and vulnerability as he loomed over me, exuding a quiet, dangerous authority.

He must be in charge. I had already suspected it, but now I was certain of it. Although his posture seemed relaxed, there was an edge to it. Like a predator toying with its prey, deciding when to strike.

His eyes scanned my face, lingering on every expression, every slight movement I made. And if that wasn’t unnerving enough, the guard who had bought me to him kept glancing over his shoulder as if he knew at any moment, something would happen.

Unable to help myself, my body shivered in a way that I often did whenever I was aroused. It was something I wished I didn’t do, yet I couldn’t deny my body’s reaction to him.

His jaw tightened briefly. Was it a silent signal of frustration? Or perhaps a struggle to restrain his desire? It could be both or neither, but the air between us was thick with unspoken words.

It was almost as if his intense gaze demanded submission, but to what? What did he want me to do?

I was curious about him and wasn’t against getting on my knees. However, if he wanted me to suck his dick, he’d have to use his words. When he took a step toward me, I instinctively stepped back, my glare challenging him to make his intentions known.

There was now a pulse in the space between our bodies. An undeniable tension that neither of us seemed willing to break during our silent, charged standoff.

A slight twitch at the corner of his mouth suggested a hidden smirk. A glimmer of amusement at my uncomfortableness. Or perhaps a warning that I shouldn’t have been watching him when I was masturbating.

“What did I do wrong?” I asked again, narrowing my eyes as I lifted my chin upward just slightly, daring him to answer my question. To tell me why he’d pulled me aside.

“Are you still wet?” he asked, catching me off guard.

“Wh-What?” My lips parted as I stuttered the word.

He stepped closer, causing me to bump into the wall behind me. “Are you still wet?” he repeated, casting his eyes downwards in a way that made me feel naked despite having on clothes.