Perv

by Becca Jameson

  She lifted onto her toes and moaned. “Mason.”

  “Shh. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. This isn’t a negotiation, and you won’t get what you want from me by begging.”

  She sucked her lip between her teeth and nodded.

  “See? Easy.” He pinched her nipple through her blouse and bra, watching her face as her eyes glazed with lust.

  When she let her lids flutter shut, he spoke again. “Keep your eyes open. Your gaze on mine.”

  Her lip popped out when he commanded her to watch him. Her jaw hung open, and she breathed through her mouth.

  “If I allow you to address me at any time for any reason, you’ll refer to me as Sir. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “Yes…Sir.”

  “Good.” He stroked the skin above her breasts and lowered his other hand to work each button through its hole. He held her gaze the entire time.

  When her shirt fell open, he pushed the sleeves down her arms and left the soft material to hang at her wrists.

  He lowered his gaze. She was just as he remembered from the night of the rehearsal. All glorious white expanse of skin and pink splotches of lust.

  He traced a line around the edge of her bra, also pink. Her skin pebbled under his touch, goose bumps rising wherever he trailed his fingertip.

  Finally he popped the front clasp of her bra and lowered it down her arms to join the shirt. Her nipples stood at attention, straining forward, and he lightly flicked his finger over each one until she arched into him. “I like this ribbon.” He reached for the long length that trailed down to the floor and picked up the end. As he lifted it in front of her, her breathing increased. Her chest lifted and fell.

  Mason dragged the ribbon along her skin, teasing her nipples and the undersides of both globes. “You’re soft,” he murmured. “Stand straight.”

  She’d slouched. At his command she lifted her shoulders, and her tits rose also.

  “Beautiful.” He loved her breasts. He lowered his mouth and sucked a nipple between his lips. She arched higher. When he bit down on the tip, she moaned.

  God, his dick ached. He needed to release it before he exploded.

  Letting the ribbon flutter to the ground once more, he popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper.

  Jenna’s gaze landed on his hands, and she stood very still as he lifted his shirt over his head and then kicked off his shoes while he lowered his pants. He hadn’t worn anything underneath, and the look on her face was precious.

  She licked her lips, and he grabbed her chin to stop her. “You like what you see?”

  She nodded.

  He firmed his grip.

  “Yes, Sir. I do.”

  Her eyes widened when he stroked his hand down his length. He moaned at the contact.

  Her chest lifted and fell with each breath.

  “You want a closer look?”

  Her gaze rose to his face. “Yes, Sir,” she muttered.

  Mason grasped her shoulders. “Kneel down. I’ll help you.”

  She hesitated only a moment and then settled awkwardly on her knees, her face lining up perfectly with his cock. The fellow jumped to attention when her breath hit the tip.

  “You may only use your mouth this time.” He worked hard to speak, the words sounding clipped to his ears as she leaned forward and nuzzled his cock with her face. “I said your mouth, not your whole head.”

  Jenna inhaled deeply, and the action sent a chill down his legs. She scented him, and he loved it. When she closed the last inch again and licked a line up his cock from the base to the tip, he almost lost it. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

  She sucked him between her lips and toyed with the head against her tongue. Her mouth was so hot and her grip so tight…

  God that feels good. Better than good.

  The best blow job he’d ever experienced was causing his knees to buckle.

  She sucked deeper, and he gripped her shoulders. He hadn’t intended to come, at least not in her mouth, but she was so damn good at sucking him off, he couldn’t stop her.

  She lowered over his dick and drew him in deeper.

  A groan filled the room, and he knew it was from his own throat. He’d have felt the vibrations if Jenna had moaned around his length.

  He was frozen in the moment, so when she increased her speed and grip, he couldn’t even warn her he was about to come. She didn’t seem to care. She simply stayed the course, swallowing every drop of his come as it pulsed into her throat.

  Mason gripped the edge of the counter behind her with both hands, leaning forward and praying he would have the strength to keep himself upright.

  His ears rang with the intensity of his orgasm, and he could do nothing but concentrate on each breath as she stroked him with her tongue and lips.

  Finally he pulled upright and then grasped her shoulders to draw her up in front of him. “Christ, Jenna. That was amazing.” He kissed her mouth, tasting his own salty essence on her lips.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She didn’t break the role.

  Mason’s cock receded only slightly. The fellow wanted more. It was grateful for the blowjob, but what it really wanted was to slide into her tight sheath and experience her warmth.

  Mason set his forehead against hers. “I need to be inside you.”

  “Please…Sir,” she mouthed.

  Working quickly, Mason undid her white jeans and drew them down her legs while she kicked off her flip-flops. A pink thong grabbed his attention. The triangle of hair at the apex of her sex was still there, but she’d groomed, cutting it shorter and shaving around it since he’d last seen her.

  He nudged her feet apart and stroked a finger through her folds, pushing the thong aside. “So wet. Dammit, Jenna… What you do to me…”

  Mason yanked the thong down her legs and helped her step out of the scrap of material. Her scent filled the room, or maybe it was the combined heady scent of both of them.

  He couldn’t wait. He needed to taste her.

  She gasped as he lifted her by the waist and set her on the counter. “You have a thing for islands,” she muttered before she could stop herself. She jerked her face to his and added, “Sir.”

  He grinned. “Nice try, but no talking means no talking. I’ll keep track of each infraction.” He lifted an eyebrow and watched her face, knowing what worry she would feel wondering what he might do to punish her.

  And he would.

  Mason spread her legs wide and lowered his face. He breathed in her scent while she squirmed back on the counter. “Hold still,” he admonished. He gripped her thighs and licked a line from her ass to her clit. “Delicious.”

  Holding her steady, he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit the little nub. She screamed out. He’d known she would. Deep panting breaths followed his actions.

  Her stomach dipped, hollowing out as he stuck his tongue inside her pussy and drew out her moisture. Like honey on his lips, she was so sweet. He needed her to come in his mouth. Alternating between sucking her clit and stroking into her tight warmth, he set up a rhythm she wouldn’t be able to keep track of. He never stayed in one spot long. When she stiffened beneath him, he trailed to the other location, sucking and licking her until she groaned loudly at the maddening effect.

  “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”

  That was all it took. Jenna bucked into his mouth as far as he would allow and shattered. He delved his tongue deep inside her to feel the pulsing of her pussy around his mouth. With his free hand he stroked the folds of her sex while she came down.

  “Mason,” she mumbled. “Please.”

  “You just came, baby. Hard. Please what?” He was torturing her, and he knew it. And she was also speaking out of turn, but he wouldn’t call it to her attention now.

  “Please make love to me. Please…Sir.” She added the last part as her eyes widened.

  Mason stood and grazed his fing
ers over her skin. With her hands secured behind her back, she had to work hard to keep from falling backward.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off the tile as she squealed. “Mason.”

  He easily flipped her over and laid her against the counter on her belly. Her breasts were smashed into the cool surface. She moaned.

  Mason tugged her closer to him, glad the counter was the perfect height to take her from behind. He would have loved to watch her face, but this first time, if he had too much contact with her, he knew he’d blow too soon.

  He kneeled down and grabbed his jeans, extricated a condom from his pocket, and ripped the foil pack open with his teeth. Sheathing himself faster than ever, he lined up with her pussy and pressed into her in one long thrust.

  Jenna gasped.

  He had to grip her waist to keep her from sliding forward.

  A low moan escaped her lips and vibrated against the counter.

  Mason held her legs wide and pulled out only about halfway before he couldn’t stand her absence and thrust back in. “God, woman. You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He held her firmly, pursing his lips at the same time.

  Her back stretched long in front of him, the expanse of pale skin making him lick his lips. He held steady for a moment and trailed the tip of one finger up her spine until she arched and writhed beneath him.

  He couldn’t hold back any longer. He held her steady again at the waist and rocked into her over and over. She panted, her mouth open with her face to the side. Her eyes were shut.

  Finally, he pressed in to the hilt and held steady. He came hard, pulsing deep inside her as she stiffened around him and let her second orgasm rip through her own body.

  She stretched out long and gripped his cock with her pussy.

  When they both came down from so high a platform, Mason had trouble catching his breath. With shaky fingers, he untied Jenna’s wrists and rubbed the fair skin, now pinkened from the ribbon.

  As she pulled her arms up next to her head, Mason leaned his torso along her back and luxuriated in the feel of her skin against his chest. He kissed a trail along her shoulders, brushing her hair out of the way with his chin.

  Finally he straightened, let himself slip from her tight sheath, and lifted Jenna with him until he had her spun around and sitting once again on the edge of the tile. He took her mouth in a long kiss that tore at his soul, leaving him exhausted.

  Jenna gripped his shoulders. She held him a few inches from her face. “May I address you now, Sir?”

  He smirked at her haughty tone and leaned in to nip her lip with his teeth. “You may, but in the future I wouldn’t use that tone with me so soon after sex. I might not feel so lenient.”

  Jenna trailed her hands down his chest and flattened her palms on him. “You make my mind turn to mush.”

  “Good. I could say the same about you.”

  “So, if I agree to let you dominate me, what would I have to do?”

  His chest tightened. “Follow my lead.”

  “What if I don’t like it?”

  “Then we’ll discuss it as we go along.”

  “I liked what we just did—a lot.”

  He chuckled. “I could tell.” He kissed her forehead. “It won’t always be so…vanilla, though.”

  “That was vanilla?” She raised a brow.

  “Yes. Compared to what I normally expect from a sub.”

  “Keep in mind I’m not a normal sub. I’m new to the game. Have patience with me.”

  “Always.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face.

  “Will you be doing this with other people?” She held still as she asked.

  Mason lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes. “Never. As long as I’m with you, there will be no other women in my bed.”

  She sighed and glanced around the room. “I wish we were there now. The last thing I want to do is drive home. You wore me out.”

  Mason tweaked her cheek and stepped back. “You need your sleep. I kept you up too late.” He glanced at his watch. It was actually only ten. “Can I drive you home?”

  “No. I need my car to get back here in the morning.” She cringed as she lowered herself to the ground.

  Mason turned around and deposited the condom in a tall lined trashcan. He grabbed a tissue from the shelf behind the trash and cleaned himself up. Perfect. Handy.

  “As much as I’d love to do this again up against the refrigerator, I’m going to pull my pants on and see you out before it turns into all night, and we both go to work with droopy eyes tomorrow.”

  He wasn’t kidding. He could go for another round right now. He was that into her. She had a grip on his heart he couldn’t quite believe yet.

  Instead, he dressed himself and helped her right her clothing. He grabbed the ribbons off the counter on the way out and walked her to her car. A sweet kiss on the lips, and he settled her in her car to watch her pull away before he groaned out loud and dragged his weary body to his Camaro.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jenna bounced in to work the next day with an extra pep in her step.

  Mariel was there early and chuckled at Jenna’s good mood. “He was that good, huh?”

  “Ah, so David told you about Mason.”

  “Yep. I’m happy for you if he’s the one who put that smile on your face. Did he send the roses and chocolates also?” Mariel pointed at the two items on the counter. The ribbons were gone. Jenna shuddered to consider what Mason had in mind for them next time she saw him.

  “Send isn’t a very accurate description since the roses were from my own fridge, and the chocolates came from next door. But yes.”

  The day went by quickly, and at five o’clock Jenna got a text from Mason.

  Got your number from Katy. I had a great time last night.

  She nearly shit. That was all he said. She saved his number in her phone and replied.

  Glad you’re so resourceful. Same here.

  Jenna closed the shop and headed home. When she got there, Katy was sitting on the stoop outside her apartment. She had a grin on her face that said she knew at least some of the details.

  “Wow, news travels fast,” Jenna said as she opened the front door.

  “Yeah. Rafe called me from work this morning. He said Mason had taken you on a date last night. A date? Really?”

  “Yes. If by date you mean dinner and a delicious fuck in the back of the store, then yes.”

  “Are you serious?” Katy clapped her hands as they shut the front door. “He actually made love to you. That’s so romantic, and so not like him. Maybe he won’t disappoint you after all.”

  “We’ll see. He did assure me that wasn’t his usual way of handling women. I’m not sure he isn’t humoring me.”

  “Still, it’s progress. I’ve never known him to date any woman. He’s had subs at the club that he entertained himself with for brief stints each, but never anything long term.”

  Jenna could only hope she wasn’t in over her head and setting herself up for disaster. “I’m cautiously optimistic.”

  “Good. When are you seeing him again?”

  “He didn’t say.” Jenna led the way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the counter. “Wine?”

  “Of course.” Katy reached into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of glasses. “Hmm. So no plans for the next date.”

  “Don’t read too much into it,” Jenna pleaded. “He’s figuring things out same as me.”

  “Let’s go shopping,” Katy shouted.

  Jenna leaned back. “Shopping. What on earth for? That’s so out of the blue.”

  “Not if you’re shopping for fetishwear so you can impress your man for the weekend.”

  “Ah. That.” The idea made Jenna nervous. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the intensity of the club.

  “Scared?”

  “Yes.” She set the wine down and twisted her hands in front of her. “What if I can’t live up to his standards?”

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p; “Do you know how funny that sounds coming from you?” Katy laughed. “His standards? What if he can’t live up to yours?”

  Jenna rolled her eyes. “Seriously? Did you just say that?”

  Katy swatted at her arm playfully. “You know I’m kidding. But you have to see the humor in it. Do you think good old Mom and Dad would find Mason to be up to your standards?”

  “Not a chance in hell, but you know I’m not like that.”

  “I know. As for Mason, better to know that now rather than later, right?”

  “Ugh. Why do you always have to be so damn astute?”

  Katy giggled. “Let’s go. We’ll eat dinner on the way, and you can tell me all about how sexy Mason’s chest is.”

  “Hey, you just got married. You shouldn’t be looking at Mason’s chest.”

  Katy grabbed Jenna’s arm and tugged her back to the front door. “A girl can look.”

  “Haven’t you seen his chest a number of times at fights?” Jenna grabbed her purse on the way out.

  “Yes, but it’s so much better through your eyes.”

  Caught up in the giddiness of her friend, Jenna let Katy drag her to the largest fetish shop outside of town. They wandered around inside for an hour while Katy educated Jenna on everything from nipple clamps to violet wands.

  By the time they entered the fitting room with a bustier and a garter belt, Jenna was shaking with nerves. Could she do this?

  “What if he asks more of me than I can give? I’m not close to ready to strip in public like you did last week,” Jenna called through the curtain of the fitting room.

  “Then you’ll have to tell him. He’s a reasonable guy.”

  Jenna peeked out the slit in the curtain and stared at Katy. “Reasonable and Mason don’t belong in the same sentence. That’s an oxymoron.”

  “Yeah, but he’s totally into you. I think he’ll lighten up.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of. If he tries to be someone he isn’t, sooner or later it will catch up to him, and we’ll fight. I’ll lose.” Jenna opened the curtain and stood before Katy, knowing this was the most ridiculous getup she’d ever donned. “This isn’t fit for public consumption.”

  “Why not? It’s covering all your vital parts.”