by Opal Carew
His mouth found hers and his tongue slid inside. Her tongue tangled with his. His hand found her breast and she whimpered softly.
“Fuck, I need you, baby.”
He found her throat and kissed it, loving her murmurs of approval.
Her hand wrapped around his cock and her touch set his desire ablaze.
“Please, Sir, I need you inside me.”
She squeezed and dragged his cockhead over her moist, intimate flesh, then centered him on her opening.
She nuzzled his neck. “Please.”
“Aw, fuck.” He drove forward, impaling her in one stroke.
She gasped, then wrapped her legs around him, opening to him.
He drew back and thrust even deeper this time.
She gasped again, clinging to his shoulders.
“Oh, yes.”
He began to thrust with a steady rhythm. Deep into her body. Loving her moans of pleasure.
“Do you like this, Dana?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes. Please fuck me.”
“Oh, God damn.”
He rode her faster, ramming his cock into her hard.
She arched against him, encouraging.
“Oh, please,” she whimpered. “I’m so close.”
“Me, too, baby. But I won’t come until you do.”
He drove into her like a jackhammer, determined to drive her to a mind-shattering orgasm.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes … oh, God.” Her voice grew higher and higher with each word.
He felt her tighten around him and she arched upward.
“Yes, Sir. I’m..”
She moaned. “Oh, Mason…” She moaned against his ear, setting his blood boiling.
She trembled in his arms, then shuddered her release.
He drove deep, then let go of his control and kept driving into her until he felt the burn in his groin. Then the explosion of heat and ..
He jerked against her, erupting inside her soft, accepting body.
Her waning orgasm seemed to burst back to life and he kept on pumping as she moaned with another orgasm.
Finally, she collapsed on the bed, clinging to him. He was worried about his weight on her, but when he tried to shift up to his elbows, she clung tightly to him.
He couldn’t help it. He laughed in sheer joy. Then he swept her into his arms, carried her to his bedroom, and pulled her into his bed. He held her tightly to him, his arms possessively around her. Then he fell asleep.
* * *
Mason woke up to the feel of Dana’s soft body pressed close to him. His arms were around her and her soft breast was cupped in his hand.
Damn, she was never supposed to be in his bed. But, fuck, he’d had a few drinks last night, struggling with what he had to do to prove to her she didn’t want this lifestyle, and he’d lost his focus. He’d given her exactly what she wanted, and shown that no matter how hard he was on her, she’d have the sweet prize at the end of the day. That didn’t help his case.
The soft vibration of his phone on the bedside table drew his attention. Carefully, he shifted away from Dana, trying not to wake her, and picked it up.
“Mason here,” he said quietly.
“What the fuck, man! You’re screwing your sister?” Guy said.
“What are you talking about?” Mason sat on the side of the bed and rubbed his face, then glanced back at Dana as he stood up. She continued sleeping peacefully.
He walked across the room as his friend continued talking, then slipped out the door.
“Hey, man, I’m not one to judge, but if you’re going to do it, at least don’t get it splattered across the media.”
Mason closed the door behind him.
“Send me the links,” he said. “And she’s not my sister, she’s my stepsister.”
“Yeah, that is so much better,” Guy said with sarcasm.
“I thought you said you weren’t judging.”
Guy chuckled. “Hey, I gotta yank your chain every now and again. But seriously, man, this is not good for your business. And what’s your father going to say?”
“It’s my father who leaked it. He’s trying to punish me.”
“Ha ha. Just like you’re punishing your little sister, right? I bet you’re yanking her chains.”
“Okay, drop it, Guy. I have enough trouble right now. I don’t need crap from you.”
“All right. Look, though, if there’s anything I can do to help…”
“Yeah, thanks. I might take you up on that. But right now, I just want those links.”
“I sent a few, but it’s all over the papers and the internet. Not exactly hard to find.”
“I’ll check it out. Thanks.”
Mason flicked off his phone and headed for the den. He opened his e-mail and clicked on the first link Guy had sent him, then the next. His stomach clenched. His father had really gone all out, making it look like Dana was actually his sister. Some papers had checked their facts and reported her as his stepsister, but it still looked bad. Mason’s main business interests were privately owned, so he wouldn’t be affected by dropping stock prices, but there would be companies who would refuse to do business with him because of this. Especially with how sleazy the articles made it sound. He knew he could weather it, though.
He wasn’t so sure about Dana.
“Mason?”
His head jerked up and he saw Dana standing in the doorway of his den. She was naked, with her collar around her neck. The sight of her made his cock swell.
“Dana, go kneel by my door and wait like you’re supposed to.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I woke up and you were gone. I wasn’t sure—”
“I said go,” he said sternly. “And put on the nipple clamps.”
She pouted, but nodded and turned. The sight of her delightfully round, naked ass sent his cock twitching.
He needed to pay attention to this scandal. To read the articles, and check his inbox for the e-mails that were bound to flood in. But he had to keep pushing Dana, too.
He closed his browser and walked out the door. The sight of her kneeling by his door filled him with need.
“You were in my bed this morning.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But that’s against the rules.”
She lifted her head, gazing at him in disbelief. “But you brought me there last night.”
“Are you saying I’m to blame?”
Confusion filled her eyes. “Not to blame, no, but I didn’t think I did anything wrong.”
“You broke the rules. It doesn’t matter why.”
“But … I’m not supposed to say no to you. You shouldn’t punish me for—”
“Let’s get this straight, Dana. There is no shouldn’t where I’m concerned. I can punish you for anything I want. Anytime. I can punish you for nothing at all.”
She bowed her head again. “Yes, Sir.”
“Follow me.”
He led her to the Dark Room. Once inside, he sat her in the large, wooden restraint chair and fastened her wrists to the armrests. He wrapped the leather waist strap around her and buckled it, then attached her ankles to the rings anchored to the floor, wide apart from each other. Then he retrieved a ball gag and put it in her mouth and fastened it in place.
“I’m going to leave you like this, but I will be watching you on my monitor, through that camera there.” He turned and pointed at the camera on the wall. “So you aren’t alone. If you want this to stop, tap your fingers several times, then stop, then do it again. Keep repeating that and I’ll come and let you loose.”
She gazed at him with her big, blue eyes. He could tell she knew that if she gave that signal, that she would be giving up.
“You understand?”
She nodded, then dragged her gaze from his.
He left the room, feeling guilty, but he needed to keep on top of the brewing scandal. And he needed to keep pushing her. This allowed him to do both.
He returned to his den and opened his browser again. After a sic
kening forty minutes of reading blogs and newspaper articles, along with nasty e-mails from so-called friends and business connections, he closed his browser. He needed to take action. He picked up the phone and called Guy.
“It’s Mason,” he said when Guy answered. “I have some stocks to buy.”
“You’re going after your father’s company.”
“You bet. And I could use your help.”
* * *
Dana sat in the hard chair, her mouth stretched around the rubber ball—and tried to stay calm. She glanced at the camera Mason had pointed to, reminding herself she was not alone, that he was watching her. That he was there if she needed him.
But she felt so alone. And a little frightened at being bound like this. Her stomach had clenched as soon as Mason had left the room and it was still tight as a drum. And it ached.
She blinked, staring at the camera and trying to picture Mason watching her from his den. Thinking that he cared about her and was only trying to make her understand.
But she didn’t understand. Why did he like this kind of thing?
Much of what he’d done with her yesterday she’d actually found exhilarating, and highly erotic. But the punishment? She wasn’t sure about that.
And this … she knew she didn’t like this. Bound and left alone in a room. Feeling totally helpless. If Mason had been here in the same room with her, she would have felt safe, but …
Panic welled up inside her. What if something had happened to Mason? What if he’d forgotten about her? If he’d gone out somewhere?
No, he wouldn’t do that.
But she didn’t know for sure. She was here alone. All alone!
Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back. She couldn’t give up. She felt her fingers growing tense. She had to stop them from tapping.
She wanted this to stop. She wanted him to come back.
All she had to do was tap her fingers.
But that would be admitting defeat. That would mean she would lose Mason forever.
Oh, God, how long could she hold out?
* * *
Mason hung up the phone, having set the ball in motion.
He glanced at Dana on the monitor. Concern washed through him as he saw her tense expression.
He checked the clock and realized … fuck, he’d left her alone for almost two hours.
He shot to his feet and marched to the Dark Room, then opened the door. The feeling of her tension … and fear … filled the room. He strode to the chair and released her wrists, then unfastened the ball gag. She didn’t look at him. He unfastened the other restraints then took her hand and helped her to her feet.
Then he saw it. The tears welling in her eyes.
“Dana, I—”
A whimper escaped her throat, stopping his words. Then the tears began to flow freely.
“I was frightened,” she murmured. Still she wouldn’t look at him.
“You left me here alone and I was…” Her words ended in a sob.
“Dana, I’m so sorry.”
He pulled her into his arms and she rested against him, but she did not wrap her arms around him like she usually did. In a strange way, that made him feel rejected.
Just as she must have felt being locked away in here.
He stroked her hair, feeling the tears spill onto his shirt.
He scooped her up and carried her from the room. He wanted to hold her close. To tell her how much he loved her. To reassure her and tell her everything would be all right.
But it wouldn’t. And he had to be strong.
He had to drive her away from him.
With this scandal, she would be better off in Paris.
If she was this affected by being bound in the chair, but still hadn’t chosen to end it, he knew he had to do something drastic to finally convince her that she couldn’t accept being his sub. Something extreme that would push her past her limit.
An idea came to mind and he almost rejected it immediately, because he found it repugnant. But aside from beating her to her limit, which he would not do, it was the only arrow left in his quiver.
* * *
Mason gazed at Dana, who now rested quietly on the couch in his den, her breathing deep and even. He’d settled her down there, reassuring her he wouldn’t leave her again, and covered her with the soft, cashmere throw. Finally, she’d fallen asleep.
He picked up his phone and tapped in a text to one of his subs, making arrangements for this evening.
When Dana awoke an hour later, Mason walked to the couch and sat beside her.
“Feel better now?”
She nodded.
He tipped up her chin. “You could have given the signal.”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Maybe I was a little afraid that I would give it and you wouldn’t come.”
“Of course I would have come.”
She nodded. “But more…” She locked gazes with him. “I won’t give up on you. I know we can make this work. I just have to prove it to you.”
“And I don’t agree. But you know that.” He sighed. “Okay, so I’m going to have to up the ante. I am going to give you a challenge, and you need to decide if you want to go ahead with it or just end this now.”
“What is it?”
* * *
Mason’s steel-blue gaze bored into her, assessing. A shiver raced down her spine.
“I want to watch you with another man.”
His words caught her totally off guard.
“What?” she blurted out in disbelief.
“I am going to order you to be with another man and I’m going to watch.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really? And why is that?”
“You’ve protected me. You didn’t want to take my virginity. I can’t believe you’d allow another man to touch me.”
She thought she saw a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze, but it could have just been because that’s what she wanted to see.
“Don’t get me wrong, Dana. I will still protect you. Always. But you are no longer a virgin, and once we’re done, you will have other men in your life.”
She hated that he still insisted this would end.
“But those would be men I choose. Not one that I have no say in choosing.”
“But remember, you were willing to sell your virginity to someone you didn’t know. So clearly, this isn’t outside your comfort zone.”
Was he kidding? Of course it was outside her comfort zone. But it was true she’d been willing to have sex with a stranger, so he could reasonably ask her—command her—to do so for him.
But her stomach knotted at the thought.
Maybe Mason was bluffing.
“Is this enough to make you finally give in? Or do we proceed?”
She lowered her gaze. “I will do what you ask, Sir.”
“Really?” He sighed and stood up. “All right. Arrangements have already been made. Meet me in the Dark Room at seven p.m. Right now I suggest you get some food to keep up your strength, then go to your room and put on the outfit I will lay out for you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mason stood up and left the office. She checked the clock and realized she had an hour and a half. She stood up, clinging to the throw and went to her room to find a robe. Then she went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
* * *
Dana walked toward the Dark Room wearing her collar and a harness of leather straps that crisscrossed her body, but covered nothing. Around her wrists and ankles she wore leather cuffs with silver rings attached, and she had on glossy, black patent stiletto pumps.
She opened the door and peered inside. Mason wasn’t here yet.
Nor was anyone else.
Her stomach quaked at the thought. Surely Mason didn’t really intend to bring another man here.
She walked into the room, a little uncertain as to what to do, so she knelt on the floor to wait.
Moments later, the door opened. Mason smiled at her approvingly as he stepped inside.
“Very good.” He walked across the room to a padded bench. “Now come over here.”
She stood up, being careful on the high, narrow heels. She wasn’t used to heels this high, or this narrow, so she walked toward him with as much grace as she could manage.
The bench, which was about eighteen inches wide, was upholstered with burgundy leather.
“Sit in the middle of the bench,” he instructed.
She sat down.
“No, I mean straddle it.”
“Oh.” She lifted her leg over it and sat with the bench between her legs, the leather smooth and cool against her intimate flesh. He lowered two thick chains from the ceiling until they dangled in front of her. On the ends were black handles, like on a bicycle handlebar.
“Grab the grips,” he said.
She wrapped her hands around them. They had some give and were comfortable to hold. Mason flicked a clip through the ring on one of her wrists and attached it to the chain, then did the same with the other wrist. He walked behind her and she felt the chains pulling upward, drawing her hands above her head. They stopped before her arms were pulled totally straight.
“Now I’m going to blindfold you.”
A black cloth glided across her face and Mason tied it behind her head, leaving her in darkness.
“Is that comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now I’ll bring in James.”
“Mason, I—” The words had just tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them. She bit her lip.
“Yes, Dana?” His voice came from a couple of yards away. “Do you want to stop this?”
And admit defeat. He didn’t say it, but it’s what he meant.
“I … No, I’m just … a little nervous.”
“That’s not surprising, but I’m glad you don’t want to stop. I wanted you to at first, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I realized I was looking forward to it.”
Confusion raced through her. But this must mean … He was going to pretend. The blindfold. His excitement. It had to be that he was going to pretend.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I … guess so.”
She heard the door open. She couldn’t hear footsteps on the carpeted floor, but she sensed him walking closer. Nervousness fluttered through her.
