“Trust me?”
“Yes.” She sounded unsure, and she’d left off the required Sir, but he let it slide.
“I would never hurt you. You know that?” He massaged her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and letting them fall back into place.
“Yes…Sir.”
“I want you to feel. That’s the goal. Let me guide you into a world you never imagined.”
“Okay, Sir.” She squirmed her ass against his palms, bucking toward him. She was ready.
Mason released her and stretched to the side of the bed to pull his bag closer. He rummaged inside and removed three floggers, each with a distinctly different feel.
Taking the softest one first, he dangled it in front of Jenna’s nose. He would need to be very gentle with her this first time.
She flinched when she inhaled the supple leather, but then settled her cheek against the soft strands.
“Breathe in the scent of the leather.”
She inhaled deeply, letting her lips fall open as though also tasting the flogger at the same time.
Mason pulled the strands across her face and let them dance down her back until he teased her lower cheeks with the very tips. He knew well the marks he could make on her skin with this tool, and his fingers itched to get on with it. However, he also knew he needed to control his pace. He would have to ease her in gently.
Mason pulled the flogger away from her skin and gave a flick of his wrist, letting the ends land on first one white globe and then the other in quick succession.
He watched her face as he smoothed the offended skin with his other hand.
She gasped and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, but she didn’t protest.
Increasing the speed, he repeated the same action, marking another section of her cheeks. Four gorgeous pink lines striped her ass, and Mason leaned down to soothe them with his lips.
He nibbled a path across the raised flesh until he had nuzzled her entire ass and her breathing slowed. “You okay, Jenna?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ready for more?”
She paused before repeating, “Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy. She wanted more. She was loathe to admit it.
Mason smiled. God, he was falling fast for this woman. If he wasn’t careful, he would lose his heart to her…
Shaking the lovesick thoughts from his head, he concentrated on Jenna’s back, the expanse of pale skin across her shoulder blades. He lifted the flogger and began a rhythmic pace gently on her upper back. Gorgeous.
Jenna dipped her chest lower. Her breasts pressed into the mattress. He wished he had a free hand to reach beneath her and fondle her tits, but right now he needed to pay close attention to the marks he made down her shoulder blades, across her ass, and lower over the backs of her thighs. He paused between each set of swats to soothe her skin with his other hand.
Mason knew he was an expert with the flogger. Many club members requested him repeatedly when they needed this sort of release. It often wasn’t a sexual experience, and he never minded treating a sub to his methods, but today was different. Was it because he was in his home? Did it have anything to do with the fact he was alone with this particular woman, and she was willing and naked beneath him?
Sure, you can tell yourself anything you want, Mason
. The reality was Mason knew the reason he reacted so strongly toward Jenna was deeply personal. She wasn’t a random submissive asking him for an hour of his time to experience his expertise. She was Jenna. And he needed her like he’d never needed a woman. Every swat against her skin made his cock tighten harder.
Was she reacting the same? He knew she was, based on the noises she made, the way her mouth hung open, the way she squirmed into his next lash, pleading with her body for more.
Mason lifted one leg and nudged Jenna’s thighs apart to settle between them. He repeated the action on the other side, pressing her knees wide and settling both his knees between hers.
He set the flogger down and reached between her legs from behind. One thrust into her with two fingers proved she was beyond ready. She bucked against his hand and lifted her face to set her forehead on the bed. “Mason… Sir… Please.”
God how he loved to hear her beg. So needy. His face flamed at the intensity of his reaction to her. As if he’d been holding his breath, praying she would react favorably to his control, he released a long exhale and closed his eyes. He inhaled her arousal deeply, filling his lungs with her need. He’d never been so relieved by a submissive’s ceding of control.
Mason set one hand on her lower back to steady her and teased her folds with the other, gathering her arousal and circling her clit until she stiffened. She was so close to orgasm. She rocked back into his touch.
He’d intended to work his way into a flogger with heavier leather strands, but now he pushed them aside. No way could he stand another moment without entering her. And he wanted her to come hard first.
“Come, Jenna. Let me feel you come around my hand.” He pressed three fingers into her and stroked against her G-spot. That was all it took, along with his command, and Jenna’s pussy grasped his digits.
She groaned, smashing her face into the sheet beneath her as she stiffened. The tight warmth of her channel squeezed his fingers, and he jerked them out of her, grabbed a condom from his bag, and drew it onto his length in seconds. Before she completely came down from her climax, he plunged into her, rocking her forward and bringing her up onto her elbows.
“Oh God,” she mumbled as she tilted her head back and met his thrust. “That feels so good.”
Mason grabbed her hips and held her steady, gritting his teeth against the need to come already. He’d been on the edge ever since she walked into his home and sucked all the oxygen out of it, leaving the space filled with nothing but her own personal scent.
In slow motion he set off a rhythm he knew he could only hold for moments. And his dick wouldn’t be satisfied with one good fuck, either. The bastard was greedy when it came to Jenna. It seemed to hold back, each orgasm not enough to satisfy, just a taste that left him wanting the next climax, harder and faster. It seemed lately his body had a mind of its own, always planning the next time he came, whether with Jenna or contemplating her.
Mason stiffened deep inside her. He was glad he had the sense to reach around and stroke her clit. She pushed against his crotch, deepening the intensity of their mutual climax as she came a second time around his cock.
He held her by her hips, unsure if he was holding her up or keeping himself from falling. When his legs threatened to buckle, he eased out of her on a moan and collapsed to one side, taking her with him. He reached behind himself to the bedside table, snagged a tissue, and gently removed the spent condom from his still-firm cock. He wrapped the rubber in the tissue and dropped it beside the bed.
Jenna snuggled her back into his chest, and he tugged the comforter over them both and wrapped his arms around her warm body.
She was exhausted. He had to brush long strands of hair off her face, and then he pulled the blindfold back. She blinked up at him, a smile flickering across her mouth. She didn’t say a word, letting her eyes flutter shut again and closing her lips as she wiggled her ass against his dick. In moments she relaxed into sleep.
Jenna snuggled deeper under her covers. Her bed was unusually warm and soft. Silky. She opened one eye and took a sharp intake of air while her mind wrapped around her surroundings.
Right. Mason’s
. She wasn’t at home. It wasn’t morning. And she wasn’t in her own bed.
She stretched out her full length against the silk sheets and winced. Oh geez, the flogger. Her back rubbed against the bed, her tender flesh reminding her of the intensity of the feelings she’d experienced before she’d fallen asleep.
God. How had that made her so aroused? She’d perched on her hands and knees and actually moaned while Mason struck her repeatedly with the flogger. There had to be lines up and down her back and ass.
And the craziest part was she felt more alive as she stretched out against the sheets, each stripe making its presence known.
The only noise Jenna could discern in the house was the sound of water running in the adjacent bathroom. The shower. She eased out from between the sheets and padded across the room toward the promise of warm water.
The second she stepped into the bathroom, she sucked in a breath. Mason stood under the spray of water, the wide expanse of his muscular back facing her. She inched forward, not wanting to disturb his stance. His head was tipped back, water cascading down his face and neck. She couldn’t see his cock, but her gaze traveled down his body and landed on his firm ass.
Finally Mason turned toward her and smiled. He opened the shower door. “Join me.”
Jenna padded toward him and stepped into the steam. The water was hot and felt so good as it traveled down her front. Mason pulled her under the spray and backed her against the wall, crowding her with his enormous frame.
When her ass hit the tile, she yelped, the cold surface making her aware of the sting of her pinkened skin.
Mason furrowed his brow and turned her around. He ran his hands down her back and butt. “You okay?” he asked as he spun her again so she faced him.
“Yeah, just tender.”
He pinned her head with one hand on either side of her face and kissed her nose. “I was gentle on you this time. Does it hurt?”
“No.” She shook her head. “It kind of feels good in a way. Reminds me of you constantly. Your hands on me. The way you made me feel when you entered me.”
He grinned. “That’s the idea. Mission accomplished.” He inched closer until his cock pressed into her belly. Water dripped from his head onto hers, and she had to blink several times as it ran down her face. “A spanking or flogging should make you really relax into yourself during, and then it serves to remind you for several hours afterward.”
“Remind me of what? Your muscles?” She set her hands on his pecs as she teased.
“Of who your master is.” He didn’t include a hint of humor in those words.
Jenna set her cheek on his chest and absorbed his warmth. Water ran down both of them for several moments. Her nipples beaded against his body.
When Mason finally straightened, he grabbed the shampoo off the shelf, squirted some in his hand, and massaged it into her hair.
Jenna closed her eyes as his hands worked magic on her scalp. He angled her under the flow of water too quickly, rinsing the suds away before he grabbed the bar of soap and washed the rest of her body from head to toe. She felt pampered. Coddled, but in a good way.
Before she knew it, Mason switched the water off and nudged her out the door. He wrapped her in a huge white soft towel that surrounded her, and then he reached for another and dried himself.
He never flinched or tried to hide his nudity, and she watched as he strutted around the bathroom, hanging the towel with no care in the world for the firm length of his cock jutting out from his body.
Jenna licked her lips and stood rooted to her spot, unable to take her gaze off his physique. He was so damn sexy. The ripple of his muscles as he worked made her long to climb back into bed with him. She wouldn’t protest if she were forced to lie naked against him for days on end.
He turned toward her with a grin. “You gonna stand there all day watching me?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I could. Do you mind?”
“Amazingly, no. But as long as we’re on a discovery mission today, I say we go to Extreme and enjoy an evening out.” He sauntered toward her as he spoke.
“Hmm. Discovery mission. Interesting way to put it.”
“That’s what this is, right?” He cupped her cheek with one hand, and she leaned into his touch. “Me showing you my world, you showing me yours?”
Jenna couldn’t resist turning her face into his palm and kissing the lines on his hand. “Mmm.” The idea of going to the club made her nervous after what they’d done this afternoon in his bed. What would he expect from her in public?
Mason reached forward with the other hand and tugged her towel away. He dropped it to the floor and cupped her other cheek, straightening her gaze to his. His fingers stroked into her hair, and he steadied her. “I would never do anything you don’t approve of. God help me, I have no idea where you came from or why I’m so attracted to you, but I am. We’ll just go with the flow, okay?”
Jenna nodded, as much as she could with his grip on her head. “I bought a dress,” she muttered. “It’s at home.”
Mason grinned. “All right then. Let’s go to dinner—your world—and then swing by your place to change—my world.” He kissed her lips and stepped back, motioning dramatically with a bow for her to pass him into the bedroom.
A low whistle escaped his lips as she passed. “God, woman. I love that pink look on your ass.”
Jenna flushed and felt the heat as it coursed down her body, making her acutely aware of her tender flesh.
Twenty minutes later they were dressed and headed out the door. Jenna offered to drive her car or at least take it back to her place, but Mason shook his head. “We’ll deal with it later.” He held her hand as he tugged her toward his Camaro and didn’t release her until the last second as she settled into the passenger seat.
After he started the engine and backed into the street, he set his palm on her knee and squeezed. His fingers were so long and his palm so wide, he swallowed her thigh, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. He was dominant and possessive even in her “world” as he called it. He probably didn’t realize it. But she loved it. She had no idea how to process that yet, but there was something about his mannerisms that made him caring and protective rather than condescending and overbearing. The feminist in her thought she should slap him, but he didn’t bring that out. He doted on her, but it wasn’t insulting.
They pulled up to a restaurant, and he turned toward her. “I heard this place makes the best burgers.”
She smiled at him. “They do. I’ve been here.” He hadn’t asked her where she wanted to go or if she liked burgers, but he’d driven straight to this family-owned hamburger joint between both their homes, and she hadn’t been kidding. Their food was excellent.