by Julia Devlin
He pressed a finger to her mouth, shocking her with the unmistakable scent of her arousal. “No talking, no asking questions, just do as you’re told.”
She curled the blanket around herself protectively. She knew what she’d have to do once she got there. Put him in her mouth. It was silly, the fear buzzing like a hornet inside her, but she’d never done that before. She was sure to make a fool of herself.
“Now. Anna.” That tone made her snap to attention, calling to something deep inside her she couldn’t even begin to name.
Ungracefully, she twisted off his lap and fell to her knees on the floor with a soft thump. She looked at him, waiting.
His lips curved and he stroked a finger over her cheek. “Unzip my jeans.”
Pulse racing, she slowly, carefully unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his large erection sprang free. Long and thick, it touched his stomach, looking impressive. Imposing. It startled her to realize she’d never seen him this close. Never studied him. Had barely even touched him.
The few men she’d had sex with always treated her like a fragile flower and in turn she’d been shy. Timid. Not daring to explore outside the boundaries they’d provided. None of them ever pressed for this and she’d never taken the initiative. Now here she was, twenty-eight years old with no idea how to go about pleasing him.
“I-I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, hanging her head.
He tilted her chin. “You have no responsibility other than to do as I tell you.”
Relief at the pressure being off, some of the worry lifted from her shoulders. “Okay.”
His lids went heavy again as he peered down at her with unmistakable hunger. “Use only your tongue and taste me.”
Chapter Seven
Mason bit back the moan as Anna’s tentative pink tongue moistened her bottom lip.
Big, wary eyes pleaded at him. Begging him without any words.
His chest squeezed with hope and fear.
She’d looked so gorgeous in all her needy, greedy exploration. Beautiful in her tears. Heart-stopping as she kneeled before him.
He wanted desperately to unleash her passion and darkest desires.
The question was would she take it? Would she put aside everything she’d learned and understood about a normal relationship? He saw her need. Her hidden lust. She liked when he controlled her. She’d never come as hard or as quickly.
But the fear lurked too. As did her shame.
She put her hands on his knees, her gentle touch pulling him away from his thoughts. He shook his head. “Put your hands at your sides and use only your tongue until I tell you otherwise.”
The air charged with electricity. Her face tilted up to his and something indefinable shifted between them.
A slight nod then soft hands slid from his legs and fell to her sides.
It was time for her to discover the other, less gentle parts of him.
“Drop the blanket. I need to see you.” Power roared through him as she followed his instructions and the fuzzy red cotton pooled around her. It had been so long, he was as greedy as she’d been for that orgasm.
Helpless, she stared at him, making his heart melt. He nodded his encouragement.
She took a deep, stuttered breath, leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the tip. That small little lick was like a match to flame, igniting his blood in an inferno of need.
She sat perfectly still. Down on her knees. Ready and waiting for his every command.
In his element for the first time since he’d met her, he welcomed it like a long-lost lover and twined his fingers in her hair. “Swirl your tongue around the head.”
She nibbled her lower lip and studied his cock, pensive, shifting around on the floor trying to find a place where her nerves wouldn’t get the best of her.
Cock growing impossibly larger, he hardened his expression. “Sit. Still.”
She froze, her chest rising and falling as her nipples peaked.
Damn, she was responsive. How had he failed to be so blind to what ’Rissa had told him for months? He blanked his mind and let the instincts he’d ignored for too damn long take over.
He narrowed his gaze. “This isn’t about your comfort, girl. This is about pleasing me. Understood?”
Another sharp, uneven breath. “Yes, Mason.”
“Good girl.” He glanced pointedly at his erection. “Don’t think. Just do as you’re told.”
She looked at his cock the way someone looked over the edge of a cliff before diving into the water below. The continued patience was excruciating but it was hot as hell and he was loving every minute of her.
Finally, she leaned forward, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. Her nipples brushed his calves. He opened his legs wider.
She took a perfunctory swipe.
Laughter rumbled in his chest but he pushed it back, keeping his expression stern. “Is that your best effort to please me? Because you have to work a lot harder than that.”
Those eyes darkened to navy, flashing with a hint of anger. A spark of unease. Her forehead wrinkled as she tried again. Another nervous lick that reminded him of a scared little puppy uncertain they faced friend or foe.
He steadied himself, working past his worry about scaring her to focus on what his gut screamed she needed. He moved with a swiftness that had fear flashing in her face. Before she could evade, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and held. “I believe I told you to stay still.”
Pupils dilating, she instinctively covered her hand over his.
And now the true test began.
He lowered his voice. “Do you have a problem with cock sucking?”
She shook her head. Pleading. “But I—”
“Enough,” he said coldly. “I’ve seen you lick an ice-cream cone. I expect the same enthusiasm.”
“Why are you being mean?” Big eyes implored him to be reasonable.
“Why aren’t you doing as you’re told?” he countered.
Her breath increased. He rolled her nipples, squeezing hard enough to cause a distinct bite of pain.
She blinked rapidly. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He released the buds and cupped one swollen breast before roaming down her body to dip between her legs. He inhaled deeply at how very wet she was. He circled her clit and brushed his thumb over her nipple.
“Oh,” she said on a soft, wonder-filled sigh. Her hands rested on his knees to keep steady.
Pressure featherlight, he played; learning from his past mistake, he didn’t give her nearly enough to push her over the edge. Her hips became insistent. Rocking. Needy. She dug her nails in his skin as she fought to deliver what she craved.
He snapped his fingers against her cunt. She started, her whole body going rigid. She looked at him, mouth swollen and lush, begging for relief.
He shook his head and tsked. “Greedy girl. And a bit of a pain slut.”
“I most certainly am not.” Her tone appalled. Indignant.
His answering chuckle was pure menace. “I think you need more motivation.”
Fear tightened the corners of her mouth but he felt her pussy contract in obvious anticipation. Without a word, he stood and moved around her, walking to the large armoire that kept most of his equipment. He hiked his jeans up his ass but left them undone, opening the door.
He grinned at the gasp of surprise behind him as she took in a small portion of his many toys. He opened one of the shallow drawers and quickly found what he was looking for. Then, just because it amused him, he left the door partially open and returned to his seat on the chair.
She stared at the cabinet as though her worst nightmares had come true. He snapped in front of her face. “Eyes on me, girl.”
Her attention flew to him, a frown formed on her pink, full lips when she caught sight of what dangled in front of her.
“These are nipple clamps.” He squeezed them like tweezers between hi
s thumb and forefinger, grinning as her frown deepened. “You and I are going to play a little game.”
She nibbled her bottom lip and he could practically see the wheels spinning.
He tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear. “You remember your safeword?”
Confusion darkened her face and Mason couldn’t help being pleased it wasn’t something she’d even considered.
She licked her lips. “Stop.”
He nodded. “Here’s how we play this game—every time Anna doesn’t do as she’s told, we’re going to add a little toy to facilitate her concentration.”
She twisted her hands in her naked lap, squirming and shifting on her knees. “No. Please. I promise I’ll be good.”
His lips quirked. “I know you will. I’m not giving you any other choice.” He held the metal clamps and pinched them. “You’ve already earned the clamps. Cup your breasts and raise them to me like you’re offering a present.”
A deep, scarlet flush stained her cheeks. “Mason, no, I—” The words died on her lips when he lifted one brow.
A long, exaggerated you’re-the-most-unreasonable-man-in-the-world sigh. Glaring at him, she cupped her breasts, raising them high for his inspection.
“See, we just need to motivate you in the right direction.” He ruffled her hair and she looked at him as though she wanted him dead.
He leaned down and licked her nipple, swirling his tongue around the hard, eager tip. Sucking. Teasing. Pulling the raised peak deep in his mouth to extend the tip. A squeak turned to a low moan that sent the remaining blood in his brain to his groin.
He raised his head and waited until her thick lashes flicked open. “See, enthusiasm. That doesn’t seem too hard, does it?”
“No, Mason,” she said, oh so prim.
He treated the other breast to the same torment, loving every second of the needy sounds she made. When he released her nipple with a pop he was pleased to see she had not moved. “Aren’t you a good girl, keeping still.”
Unable to resist that mouth a second longer, he claimed her lips in a ruthless kiss. Her tongue, no longer the least bit hesitant, thrust forward to meet his. He gripped the back of her head, taking her mouth the way he intended to take her body.
A raw, dirty mouth fuck.
Just as the kiss began to spiral out of control, he ripped away and she nearly fell into his lap. She panted at him with pink cheeks and a swollen mouth.
Satisfaction and primal lust sang in his blood. He swiped a thumb over her bottom lip. “You are gorgeous like this, Anna.”
Her mouth parted as though to speak but he scowled and the tension eased from her shoulders as her lips gently shut. “Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together.”
Her breasts jiggled, enticing him as she obeyed with uneasy, jerky movements. “Good.” He rubbed the last remaining wetness from her nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the way her pupils dilated and her breath came fast. “You’re very responsive.”
She bit her bottom lip as though trying to contain her wanton excitement.
He shook his head. “That’s a lost cause. There will be no hiding from me. I want every single reaction. Understood?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice tremulous.
He attached the clamp to one distended peak, moving the latch until she hissed. He watched her carefully, looking for signs of panic or extreme discomfort.
Pleased he saw none.
It was becoming more and more obvious she liked pain. How much still remained to be seen but based on her current reactions, he wouldn’t be surprised if her tolerance was plenty high.
She squeezed her lids shut tight and he asked, “Okay?”
“Would it matter if I said no?” she asked in a strangled huff.
“Quick learner. No, it would not.” He smiled. “Open those eyes.”
Her lashes fluttered open to reveal a glassy, aroused gaze. He perused the rest of her, taking in her breathing, those hard nipples. He reached between her legs and stroked her swollen pussy. “You’d have a better argument if you weren’t dripping wet.”
She gritted her teeth and said nothing.
He chuckled at her visible effort to repress whatever sassy retort hovered on her lips. She really was a quick study. He’d never have dreamed he could take her this far, this fast.
The hope was getting harder to ignore.
He repeated his actions to her other breast, securing the clamp, fiddling with the clasp until he had the desired tension.
Through it all she sat completely still, elbows back, keeping her position despite her distress. He gave the chain connecting the clamps a tiny tug.
She gasped.
He tugged harder.
Her head dropped for a moment before she righted herself. Pleased, he sat back to admire his handwork. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”
“It’s. Obscene.” She spit the words like bullets.
“Absolutely.” He gripped her chin in his hands. “And you’re loving every fucking minute of it.”
Chapter Eight
God help her but Mason was right. Anna had never felt anything close to this. The combination of pain, pleasure, excitement and agitation rolled into a lethal, explosive fireball in the pit of her stomach.
Over the course of the evening, Mason had become so deliciously dangerous. So absolutely commanding she wanted to melt into a puddle of pure need at his feet. Somehow he managed to push every sexual button she’d ever repressed and buried deep inside her.
Love swelled in her chest as boundaries she’d never known existed between them dissolved, leaving behind nothing but raw truth and naked, blazing desire.
She only hoped she’d survive.
Her muscles shook in effort to hold her position. She didn’t understand how this worked but the more she obeyed, the more he challenged, the hotter she got.
He smirked down at her. “Are you motivated, girl?”
She shivered. She was beginning to love when he called her that—girl—the way he said it, in that voice. That hard, low tone made her want to throw herself at his mercy and beg him to take her. She swallowed hard. “Yes, Mason.”
A sharp nod. “Good. Put your hands at your sides and swirl your tongue over the tip of my cock like you mean it.” A cool, controlled once-over that sent fire racing through her veins. “If I’m not satisfied, we’ll continue to adjust your motivation.”
Her arms trembled as she lowered them. Her nipples burned as she leaned forward, the unexpected sting making her wince.
He chuckled. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
It did. But the pain kept getting messed up in her brain, morphing into high-octane pleasure. There was something wrong with liking this but her body didn’t care about semantics. All it cared about was the demand for satisfaction.
“Now, girl.”
The command refocused her attention. She sucked in the musky scent of him, studying his large erection. The reddened tip. That steely length. She was going to do her level best to follow his instructions.
Her lips quirked—with the proper enthusiasm, of course.
She closed her eyes and swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock. The silky skin was hot. Smooth as silk but very hard. Using his example of an ice-cream cone, she licked over the slit, around the sides and back over the top.
It occurred to her, since the moment she’d arrived on the doorstep, this whole evening had been about her. Her comfort. Her feelings. Her satisfaction. She’d done nothing but take and now she had the opportunity to give something in return.
She intended to lavish him with the attention he deserved.
Her tongue slid along the mushroom head.
A low growl filled the room and his hand tangled in her hair. Pleasure at pleasing him, at making him moan, gave her the confidence she needed and she doubled her efforts.
She licked. Swirled. Ran her tongue up and down his length.
When she flicked her tongue along the slit, she felt his thigh
muscles tense along her shoulders.
It excited her.
She scooted forward, the clamps stinging her nipples as her breasts swayed.
A low groan from above.
It was too much. Lust kicked into high gear.
Growing ever bolder, she flattened her tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Fuck.” A guttural, gravelly sound, his legs jerked. “That’s right, girl. Very nice.”
The praise was like flicking a match on gasoline to her already overheated blood.
She tried harder. Craving that encouragement. Needing his approval. His hips flexed. His cock jerked against her lips.
And she just kept getting hotter and hotter.
She licked him like a porn star. Teased. Tempted. Did everything in her power to rouse him to the same fevered pitch afflicting her.
Shameless, greedy desire grew to volcanic proportions.
Thought ceased. She sucked the tip in her mouth, moving down his length to engulf him. Just like the women she’d dismissed in those books, she became a slave to his pleasure.
Loving. Adoring. Desperate for the taste of him.
“Jesus Christ.” He tugged at the chain on her nipples and a sharp, searing pain radiated from the abused tips. She sucked in air through her nose as her inner core clamped.
Yes, yes, yes. She wanted more. Needed more.
He tugged again.
It inflamed her. She sucked harder. Drew him in deeper. Raised on her knees, she cupped him and feasted on him like a glutton.
His balls tightened and she ran her hands over them, scraping her nails along the sensitive sac like she’d read about.
She became the temptress she’d never dreamed she could be.
He shuddered. Yanked hard on the chains.
She moaned around his thick girth. Why did that pain feel good?
Again, again, again.
This was not proper behavior for a first grade teacher. But she wouldn’t think about that now, she’d think about that later. For now, she’d think about the pleasure and the pain, and the desire.
Strong grip tightening in her hair, he pulled, forcing her mouth away. She fought to hang on. He gripped her neck and ripped her away. His cock, glistening from her mouth, bounced against his stomach.
