by Mandy Harbin
He gripped one of her thighs to stabilize himself, puckered his lips around her clit, and spanked her ass in quick, hard slaps with his other hand while he sucked.
Mason knew the moment she came because the tenor of her cries changed into a shocked scream as her body quaked, a siren to his raging cock. He needed, and he wouldn’t be denying that need. He pulled away and grabbed one of the many condoms in the room. He had it on so quickly that he was behind her, ready, before she’d come completely down.
“Didn’t I say you couldn’t come yet?”
Her body lay limp below him in apparent exhaustion, but her thighs were shaking with both the force of her orgasm and the need for more.
“Answer me.” He knew he was pushing her now. But it was only because she was pushing him. She just didn’t know it or understand it. Hell, he didn’t understand it himself. So he used what he could to hold on to his control. He knew he’d made her come before, but he hadn’t told her she could. It was a fine line between controlling her body’s reactions and her realizing he could wield that kind of power.
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Shelby?” God, he didn’t know if he could stop now if she demanded it. He’d have to tease her into accepting the inevitable.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Say it like you mean it,” he ordered as he put the head of his dick at her entrance.
“I want you to fuck me!” she yelled, and strained against her restraints.
Mason rubbed his cock up to clit, let the head rub it before positioning it back at her core. “Beg.” He spanked the side of her ass. Pushing her, testing her.
She moaned and shook her head in denial, but she wiggled her ass as much as she could against his dick.
He swatted her again and again. “Beg for it, damn you!” He continued his punishment—punishing her for not obeying and punishing himself for needing it so badly, for waiting even a second longer than necessary to take her. His hand burned from his assault on her ass until she screamed.
“Fuck me, please. Please! Do it!”
Mason shoved into her hard and fast as he came over her, his chest against her back, his mouth at her ear as he grunted with the force of his thrusts.
“God, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she moaned, trying to push back into his thrusts. She would have to learn to give control over to him completely, but he’d save that battle for another time.
She was squeezing the life out of him as he fucked her, her pussy the tightest little heaven he’d ever experienced. Perfect.
“Ahhh, I’m gonna come,” she warned. He knew with the first one out of the way, her subsequent ones would come fast and furious. She hadn’t really asked if she could. They’d work on that later, too.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my hard cock.”
He reared up, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her forcefully one, two, three times, and then she started screaming again. Only, this time, he’d felt the telltale clenches right before she exploded.
Like a madman, he kept thrusting into her, lost in her heat, out of his mind with need. Within moments, she was coming again. She’d muttered out a similar warning, but this time, it was too much for him.
Mason bellowed as he came deep inside her while she crashed over again, the feeling of something being ripped from his soul almost too much to bear. He kept pumping until he’d emptied all he had to give into the condom and then collapsed over her, panting, drained of more than just the physical evidence of his release.
He kissed her shoulder and noticed the glaze in her eyes. He didn’t have time to rest just yet, the sense of duty washing over any feelings of exhaustion. He quickly pulled out and took care of the condom, unlatched her restraints, and scooped her up into his arms. He walked over to the couch and snagged the blanket before sitting. He wrapped it around her as best he could and held her to him as he gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair. She was completely limp as she stared off into the room, not seeing.
Her first time playing, and she’d reached subspace, the epitome of submission, and she’d achieved it. Because of him.
This hadn’t gone as he’d planned. He wasn’t going to touch her, so there hadn’t been a possibility of them having sex. At the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care, though. Oh, he’d berate himself later for not being stronger. Right now, he needed to tend to Shelby. He held her to him and murmured soft words of praise until she finally looked up at him, so open, vulnerable. In this moment, she was true perfection, and his chest tightened almost to the point of pain as he gazed at her.
It was a reaction he quickly ignored.
Someone was screaming.
Shelby was flying, soaring into the clouds as fireworks exploded in the distance. But the screaming was still there. She didn’t care. She was airborne, the air whistling around her as she reached new heights, peaks she hadn’t even dreamed of discovering before this very moment.
Then quiet filled the space around her. She was shifting, the world tilting around her.
Warmth. She was wrapped in a layer of something soft, pillowing around her while hot air fanned her, blanketing her in comfortable heat. The air was moist with a hint of masculinity. Breath? Was something breathing on her? She blinked and looked to the side. She was in a room that wasn’t unfamiliar. She looked to the other side and saw eyes peering down at her.
“Welcome back, pet.”
Master.
No. Mason. Mason Showalter. The man she was investigating. She looked down and noticed the red blanket wrapped around her as if she was a swaddled baby. She shivered as she tried to move.
“No, Shelby. Just relax. You’ve experienced something powerful. Just breathe for me.” He gently nudged her head back to his chest. “Breathe,” he whispered.
She did because she didn’t know what else to do. She felt confused…but at peace. She also felt something else when she shifted. Her rear end was on fire. That really big man had used various implements to spank her. At first, she’d tried detaching herself so she could just get through the night. She’d told herself she wouldn’t do that, that she would fully immerse herself in this experience, but that had been when she thought Mason would be the one dealing out the sexual torture. The game had changed. But even her newly found determination to distance herself from the other man hadn’t lasted long. She quickly found herself sinking into the abyss with the onslaught of his ministrations. She looked around again, but didn’t see him.
“Where’s Master Rafe?” she muttered, mostly to herself.
“He left a while ago, Shelby.”
She nodded as her brain fast-forwarded to that moment, and then she gasped, her head whipping in Mason’s direction. She stared at him as the final pieces clicked into place. They’d had sex. Oh God. She’d sucked his dick. Then he’d…then they’d… Oh. God. Her face was now burning almost as much as her ass.
He tsked and shook his head. “You have no reason to be embarrassed, pet. It’s not uncommon for a sub to experience subspace. It doesn’t happen all the time, and I honestly didn’t expect you to experience it on your first night, but it’s totally natural. I hear it’s very euphoric.”
Sub-what? What was he talking about? Whatever it was, he seemed to think her flaming face was due to her momentary memory loss. He couldn’t be farther from the truth. She had to get away from him. She hadn’t wanted to have sex with him.
Oh really? Then why did you beg for it?
She slammed the door shut on that thought. She had a job to do. That’s why. It was because of her job. And it was because of her mission that she needed to get away now. She’d accomplished getting close, but that was all she could do tonight. No way was she in the right mindset to get information out of him right now. She was already feeling something she couldn’t put her finger on. Trapped? Maybe, but not quite. Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable, unnatural…yet not.
“I have to
go.”
Mason narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“I, er, I’m supposed to meet someone.” That was partially true.
“You set up a date after our scene?” The incredulity in his tone almost made her wince. The angry glint in his eyes made her want to explain.
“No. I have a friend. Viola. She knows I’m here. It’s a safety thing.” The tick in his jaw had her scrambling to finish. “I-I wasn’t sure what all would happen tonight, and she was worried about me. She insisted I meet up with her afterward, or she told me she’d have the cops bust down the door and come searching for me.” Again, partially true, but true enough.
Mason took a deep breath. “I see. But here’s another lesson for you. Recovery time isn’t just for the sub. You need to be held and comforted just as much as I need to do those things for you. It’s part of building that trust between us.”
She swallowed as she looked up at him. Did he expect them to bond over this? He’d let another man beat her ass, and then he’d fucked her while she was strapped to a bench. She might’ve wanted it at the time, but now that the haze of lust had lifted, she was able to think a little clearer. She refused to think about how much she’d wanted him earlier, or how sexy he was, or how being in his arms made her feel. Right now, she just wanted to leave.
He sighed. “Okay, pet. This is enough for one night. Next time, don’t make plans afterward. I don’t like being rushed, but I applaud your friend’s safety instincts.”
“Um, she’ll want a timeline,” Shelby quickly said. She couldn’t just give this man an indefinite amount of time. She might be new to this BDSM stuff, but the next scene was supposed to be bondage, which implied being tied up. No way was she going to let him tie her up for hours on end with no fallback plan.
You were just bound to a spanking bench for lord knows how long. Again with the voice in her head. She shut it out too. Thinking about that stuff would make her actually accept what had happened. It was better to ignore it. At least until she got out of this man’s arms.
“Too bad, Shelby. You’ll have to trust me to protect you. If you don’t want to try, then we’ll call an end to this right now.” He licked his lips and lowered his head. “Is that what you want?”
She shivered. What was this man doing to her? No, she was not going there right now. She’d do nothing but think—obsess, really—once she left. But maybe she could get a little something out of him, a nugget of information at least, so she could focus on that rather than the events that had happened. Doubtful, but she was desperate.
“No,” she answered. “But are you going to tell me anything about you, or is that something that’s off limits?” She heard the sarcastic edge to her voice, but right now, she couldn’t control her conflicting emotions. She’d just had sex with a man she hardly knew. In a sex club, tied to a bench, while being spanked. With a possible criminal. And she’d wanted it. Begged for it. She shuddered. No matter how hard she tried not to contemplate what had happened, her mind—and body—were demanding it. She was losing the battle very quickly, and that was assuming she had a fighting chance to begin with.
God, she should’ve just left without opening her mouth. Apparently, her obsessive thoughts weren’t going to wait for their assault on her psyche.
He smiled. And what a sexy-ass smile it was. “What would you like to know, Shelby?”
Damn him for being so attractive.
“Um, well, any man I’ve dated—not that we’re dating,” she added quickly. “Just any man I’ve seen in a romantic capacity at all, I’ve at least known what he does for a living.” She shrugged, hoping she sounded nonchalant.
“Fair enough. I’m an investment broker.”
Okay. This she could do. Focus on the conversation. She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds positively boring.”
He laughed, a genuine sound she hadn’t heard from him before. “You think that’s bad? I also do the accounting for this club. My partners seem to think investment and accounting go hand-in-hand.”
She smiled as she digested the information. He did the accounting for the club. That was very interesting. “What do you mean by partners?” Although she knew the answer to that based on the investigation file on him, and could find just about anything on him with a few computer searches, but small talk could lead to helpful information.
“The other Master Doms I told you about and I own this club. Rafe and Emory go way back. They’d frequented many of the sex clubs in the area, but were never happy with what they’d found. We’ve been friends for about ten years, and about four years ago, we partnered with Jedrek Carter to open Scene. It’s more a labor of love than of money, though we stay afloat.” He smiled back at her. “Anything else you’d like to know?”
“You asked me before if I was married. Have you ever been married?”
“Nope. Never.”
“Good,” she breathed, then slightly shook her head at that immediate reaction. It didn’t matter that he’d never been married. She wasn’t here for personal attachments.
So sex wasn’t personal? She wanted to groan, but somehow refrained.
“What do you do for a living, Shelby?”
She looked at him through the corner of her eye. “I’m not sure I want to say. It might taint your perception of me.”
He chuckled. “Well then, now you have to tell me.”
She smiled and gave the answer she’d prepared to give when her profession was addressed. “I’m a massage therapist.”
“Now why would that taint my perception of you?” he asked as he playfully tapped the tip of her nose.
“Well, for one, I help people cope with pain, yet you dish it out. Sorta makes me look like a woman who doesn’t know what she wants.” Shelby shrugged. “And two, if I had a nickel for every time a male customer asked me if I gave ‘happy endings,’ it’d be the only currency I’d ever have to use.” He chuckled, but she continued, “You might think I was the type of person who did that for strangers since I sought you out for my own sexual experience.”
Mason frowned at her then. She didn’t like it when he did that. It was as if she’d disappointed him somehow. But that shouldn’t matter. He shouldn’t matter. Not beyond this case.
“Shelby, your profession doesn’t define who you are. You’ll learn there are all walks of life that dabble in this life. Police officers, doctors, those who stitch up wounds by day, may do bloodletting play at night. You can certainly help clients with their pain, but enjoy being spanked. Hell, experiencing various levels of pain could actually help you in treating your clients.”
Shelby gaped at him. She knew Mason was talking about her cover job, not her role with the FBI, but she couldn’t help but apply it to her real life. She’d always felt the FBI did define her. Hell, the bureau had basically ordered her to have sex with this person of interest. And she’d complied with little question.
And you liked it.
Definitely time to go.
“As for the ‘happy endings’ comment, I really can’t blame them for trying.” She blinked at him, trying to clear her thoughts as he pulled her back into the conversation.
“Yeah, well, it’s illegal.”
“Sometimes legality is just a frame of mind. There’s too much gray area for there to always be right and wrong.”
Spoken like a criminal. She shifted and stood. This time, Mason not only let her, but he guided her and stood with her.
“I’ll be here next week.”
He lifted his hands and gently stroked her cheeks. Then he ran his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back. She gasped at the sudden power he emanated. He should scare her.
He did…but not for reasons she could prepare for.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he murmured as he lowered his head. He brushed his lips across hers, then took her top lip between his two lips. His mouth was soft and hot as he tasted her. She moaned softly, body tingling all over still from his earlier attention. His mouth covered hers completely, and
he kissed her fully for the first time. She’d never had sex with a man before the first real kiss. But this right here felt more intimate than what they’d gone through tonight. Heat flooded her, and she did her best not to grab him and kiss him harder. He controlled it anyway, took what he wanted, and she was way too eager giving it.
As he devoured her mouth, she knew right then no matter how much she tried to remain detached on this mission, she wouldn’t be able to deny this man anything.
She liked everything he did to her.
Every single bit of it.
Chapter Five
Shelby sat across from Viola at lunch on Monday, barely eating her sandwich and fries. She was both mentally and physically exhausted after giving her very uncomfortable report on Friday night’s events to her team members. It had taken nearly two hours this morning for her to divulge almost everything. Almost.
She’d omitted the part where she actually had intercourse with a possible criminal. She hadn’t been asked pointblank, but her description had been very detailed otherwise, so Shelby figured her boss hadn’t had a reason to suspect there’d been more. She wasn’t ready to admit that. She didn’t know if she ever would be. Regardless, if Rick ever found out she’d left that one tiny detail out of her official investigation, there’d be hell to pay. There was no going back now.
True on so many levels.
“So, does it hurt to sit down?” Viola asked with a sympathetic wince.
Boy, did it ever. “I was still numb most of Saturday. Yesterday, I started hurting, and today, I feel like I’ve been through a really tough workout. I should be back to normal in a couple of days.” Though, she couldn’t deny the memories that flooded her every time she moved.
“Which means you’ll be ready for the next event.”
“Scene,” Shelby corrected, not wanting to think about it just yet.
“Right,” Viola said as she dug into her salad. “Do you really think he believed the massage therapist cover?”
