Perv

by Becca Jameson

  “Sometimes. Today particularly. I was trying to occupy my mind to keep from coming after you at the shop.”

  Jenna smiled to herself. He cares.

  He stepped closer behind her as she wandered. “Were you mad that I went to the club?”

  “No. Hurt maybe. I felt like you shut me out and then went out without me.” Jenna stopped and turned around, facing him. She threw up her arms. “What the hell am I saying? I don’t have any say in your life at all. We don’t have some commitment that says you can’t do whatever you want whenever you want.”

  Mason reached for her and hauled her up against him. His proximity scrambled her brain. He planted his lips on hers so fast, she didn’t have time to protest. He kissed her senseless, delving into her mouth immediately, his tongue tangling with hers, demanding she open wider for him. Like a starving man, he possessed her until she was dizzy with need. Her pussy ached, and she pressed into his chest urgently.

  When he pulled back and set his forehead on hers, he was breathing as heavily as she was. Finally he spoke after staring into her eyes forever. “I can’t yet define this thing we have between us, and I don’t know how long it will take me to figure it out and get it right, but you most certainly do have a say in anything pertaining to me or us. I would never cheat on you. That I can guarantee, and I’m already so into you that I consider myself committed. So, no matter what happens, don’t ever doubt my feelings on that subject.”

  Her head swam with all that information. He’s committed to me?

  She gulped, realizing she hadn’t breathed while he spoke. “Okay.”

  He chuckled. “Well, aren’t we switching tonight?”

  “Huh?”

  He pulled her closer, nestled her head against his chest, and wove his fingers into her hair. “I’m all full of paragraphs, and you have less than one word to respond with.”

  “Oh, sorry,” she muttered against his chiseled perfection.

  “Don’t be.” He rubbed her scalp until she calmed beneath his touch. Before she could stop him, he swung her into his arms and strutted to the couch, plopping on the cushions and snuggling her on his lap.

  Jenna yelped, but it was too late.

  “Anything else you need to clear up?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Any deep dark secrets I should know about?” He held up a hand. “Let me rephrase. Rafe told me you have baggage. I’m guessing I’m not yet privy to your personal problems. Should I be?”

  Jenna shook her head. “I’m not ready to go down that path. It’s ugly, and it would ruin our evening.”

  Rafe nodded. “Fair enough, as long as you aren’t married or something.” He lifted one eyebrow.

  “Of course not. Nothing like that. Let’s just say I have a strange family and leave it at that for now.”

  “Good, cause I’m all out of words now. Do you mind if we make out instead?”

  She lifted her gaze to his. “Make out? What are we, teenagers?” She giggled.

  He shrugged. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here. Do you have a better idea? I mean I’m all for suggestions, but I’ve been ready to rip your clothes off since I opened the door.”

  “Why am I always naked with you?”

  “I like you naked.”

  “Maybe we could do not naked for a while, like normal people.” She peered up at him, waiting for his response.

  •●•

  Mason nodded. “I can do normal. I’m sure of it.” He reached for the television remote. “Maybe we could watch a movie.” He was nowhere near as sure of anything as he tried to sound. He didn’t do normal. Ever. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder, haul her to the bedroom, strap her down, and have his way with her. That was normal. Not this. This was so far from normal, his hands shook.

  Jenna giggled again in his lap, the vibrations making him squeeze her to hold her still. If he was going to do normal, she was going to have to sit still. His cock couldn’t take any more.

  Mason scanned through the choices on the television, but he felt Jenna’s gaze on him instead. She wasn’t paying attention to the screen at all. She toyed with his chest, her fingers dancing around his nipples. “Fuck normal,” she blurted.

  Mason froze and lowered the remote. Thank God.

  “Show me.”

  Mason swallowed. “Show you what?”

  She squeezed his chest with her hand, molding her fingers around his muscle. “Your world.”

  “You want to go to the club?” He wasn’t sure he was following her meaning.

  She shook her head. “Not particularly. Another time. Show me here.”

  “Here? In my house?”

  She grinned. “Yeah.”

  He paused, trying to read her face. If he took her here, in his home, it would be under his terms. His way. Was she ready for that? Did she really understand what she was asking for?

  He hadn’t ever brought a woman here, not for any reason. He’d never had a woman who crossed over into his everyday life. He sure hadn’t dominated anyone at home.

  Not that he couldn’t—he just hadn’t considered it.

  Her chest beat against his as she chewed her bottom lip, waiting for his response.

  “I could do that.” It wasn’t as though he didn’t have the props. He kept all his toys in a duffle bag he brought with him to Extreme on weekends. He didn’t have any large items like benches or crosses, but he did have everything else. Could Jenna submit to him, though?

  “I want you to.” She sat up and nervously ran her hands through her hair. “Introduce me so that when you do take me to your club, I’m more prepared.”

  Mason held her steady, gripping her shoulders and looking deep into her green eyes. Could he read her well enough to know when he was pushing her too far? “You would give up control to me?”

  She nodded. “You make my blood boil every time I’m near you, every time you speak. I want to know what else there is.”

  “This is serious for me, Jenna. It’s not a game. It’s not just simple role play. It’s my life.”

  She nodded. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke. “I know.”

  “You need a safe word if you’re going to sub for me.”

  “Okay.”

  “Red.”

  “Red. Got it.”

  “Yellow if I’m pushing your limit.” He angled his head so he was staring at her intently, trying desperately to read her better. This wasn’t like any other role he’d played. At Extreme the women he met and dominated came there for that purpose.

  This was Jenna. He actually felt something for her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her irrevocably. Even unintentionally.

  Mason stood and lifted Jenna to her feet. “Come on.” He nodded behind him and then led her down the hall to his bedroom.

  When he stepped inside, he waited a bit for her to look around.

  “Pristine. You’re so type A.” She laughed and wandered around, touching his comforter, the deep navy blue looking like midnight next to her skin.

  “I’m not. Really. I told you I was trying to keep my mind off things this morning. And this was the result.”

  She turned to face him, her expression uncertain. “So what do I do?”

  He sauntered toward her. “Obey.”

  Her breath hitched.

  “Submissives say it’s very freeing to let go and give up all control to someone else.” He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and then tipped her chin up to his gaze.

  “Have you ever been on the submissive side?”

  “No.”

  “What makes you want to dominate someone? Why is it so important to you?”

  He ran his hands down her arms and twined his fingers with hers. “It’s humbling, I suppose. When someone gives their free will to me, it’s like a gift. It’s my responsibility to see to their needs first and ensure they reach their goals. It’s powerful and a huge responsibility.”

  “Isn’t the goal orgasm? How hard can that be?�
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  Mason shook his head. “Not always. Not even usually. Sometimes being submissive is all about releasing stress. When someone controls you, it allows you to purge. Your endorphins run high until you can almost separate from your physical body.”

  “Sounds like drugs.”

  “In a way it’s like that. That floaty release you get from the endorphin high.”

  “Are we going to have sex?”

  “Yes. But that’s because we have a connection that’s beyond the domination. I want you, so I’m going to have you. I’ll mold you to my will, and you’ll love it. Crave it.”

  The doubt in her eyes was evident, but she would see. Soon.

  Assuming he’d judged her right. You know you have. Hell, the woman had stripped for him and given up control to him the night they met. She just didn’t realize how strongly he dominated her even then.

  She nodded consent.

  Mason stepped back, releasing her. It frightened her to lose the contact, but he would watch her closely for signs of stress. “Remove all your clothes. You can set them here.” He pointed to a chair against the wall.

  Jenna nodded, not looking at him.

  “Good girl. Keep your eyes downcast and don’t forget the main rule I taught you before. Do not speak unless I ask you to, and then only address me as Sir.”

  She didn’t say a word. She was learning.

  Thank God he wore sweatpants. His cock was going to take a beating this afternoon.

  The pale white skin he loved so much came into view little by little as Jenna stripped her shirt off and then her pants. She chose her bra before her thong and folded everything neatly, setting it on the chair.

  “Step forward.” As she complied, he circled her. Her head hung low, and she used her hair as a shield. He would pull it back from her face soon. It wouldn’t be used to hide. He knew the intense scrutiny would ease her into a submissive mode. “There are positions in BDSM. Everyone does them a little different, but I’m going to show you the most basic for now.”

  She didn’t move. Good girl.

  “Kneel on the floor first.” Mason held his chin with one hand while he watched her for signs of distress.

  She shivered, but other than that, she didn’t flinch.

  He looked down and decided the plush beige carpet would be sufficient for her knees for now. He didn’t intend to leave her there long. “Spread your thighs wider… Good. Now straighten your back and clasp one hand around the other wrist behind your back.”

  Jenna did as he commanded, making his cock jump inside his loose sweatpants. It was going to be difficult to get her where he wanted her to be before he took her. His body already pleaded with him to press into her warmth.

  Was it the fact they were in his home that made him crave her so much, or would he feel the same when they were out at the club? He’d never needed a woman like he did this one and certainly not as quickly or as intensely.

  “Good job. I like how your breasts rise when you pull your shoulders back.” He touched her for the first time, pinching both nipples lightly.

  She gasped, but didn’t speak. Her flinch at his touch was subtle.

  “Your nipples are a gorgeous shade of pink.” He rubbed his thumbs over both tips, soothing them after the sting of his pinch.

  Leaving her there on the floor, Mason went to his closet and grabbed his toy bag. He returned and set it on the bed, out of her sight. After rummaging around in a side pocket, he pulled out an elastic band and approached her. He casually swept her hair back and formed a ponytail at the back of her neck.

  When he finished, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. He needed to breathe her in, though it may have been a mistake. He adjusted his cock behind her, hoping she didn’t realize how aroused he was already. It would take away some of the control he wanted.

  Mason stepped back, breathing in through his mouth to clear his head of her scent. It didn’t work. He reached back into his duffle and pulled out his favorite tool. He insisted on using it with nearly every submissive. Such a simple toy, and yet so powerful. “Close your eyes, Jenna.”

  She did as he said without hesitating, making his cock stiffen once again.

  He lifted the soft material over her and wiggled the blindfold down until it fit tight over her eyes.

  Jenna bit her lower lip and leaned forward an inch as though she’d lost her balance.

  “Hold steady. You’ll get used to it.” He cupped her chin and tipped her head up to his face. “Concentrate on all your other senses. Without sight, your arousal will heighten at every smell, touch, sound…”

  The innocence on her face endeared him to her. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t speak.

  “Come.” He grasped her biceps and helped her to stand.

  She shivered as she got to her feet, and he led her to the bed.

  After pushing the comforter out of the way, Mason nudged her to climb onto the mattress. “Crawl up on all fours.”

  She struggled at first, disoriented. He knew she would be.

  “You’re doing good. You can stop there.” He had her in the middle. It gave him plenty of space to maneuver around her. “Slide your arms up and let your forehead rest on the bed, baby.”

  Jenna moved slowly, but she did as he said until her ass was gloriously displayed. The white skin called to him. He wanted to mark it, pinken her soft flesh and make her feel things she’d never imagined.

  Mason climbed up behind her and straddled her legs. He smoothed his hands up her thighs and squeezed her ass. God, she felt good. He couldn’t resist running his palms over the soft globes, alternating between gentle and firmer. “You’re so fucking sexy sprawled out like this,” he muttered. “Does it make you hot?” He didn’t wait for a response but instead reached between her legs and drew two fingers through her warm slit.

  Jenna bucked forward at his touch, but she was indeed wet. She emitted a sound from deep in her throat that tapered into a low moan.

  Mason tipped his head back toward the ceiling, trying to regain some control by taking her out of his line of vision. He swore he was going to come against her back if he didn’t pull it together.

  Jenna squeezed her legs together as he removed his hand from between her thighs.

  Mason lowered his gaze and licked his fingers as he stared at her glorious expanse of flesh displayed for him. He wanted to do everything in his power to make her hotter than she’d ever been. “Has anyone ever swatted this fine ass?”

  She turned her head farther to one side, her eyes completely covered with the blindfold. She visibly swallowed. “No, Sir.”

  “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 aw
ay 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.