Perv

by Becca Jameson

  Mason lifted one leg and nudged Jenna’s thighs apart to settle between them. He repeated the action on the other side, pressing her knees wide and settling both his knees between hers.

  He set the flogger down and reached between her legs from behind. One thrust into her with two fingers proved she was beyond ready. She bucked against his hand and lifted her face to set her forehead on the bed. “Mason… Sir… Please.”

  God how he loved to hear her beg. So needy. His face flamed at the intensity of his reaction to her. As if he’d been holding his breath, praying she would react favorably to his control, he released a long exhale and closed his eyes. He inhaled her arousal deeply, filling his lungs with her need. He’d never been so relieved by a submissive’s ceding of control.

  Mason set one hand on her lower back to steady her and teased her folds with the other, gathering her arousal and circling her clit until she stiffened. She was so close to orgasm. She rocked back into his touch.

  He’d intended to work his way into a flogger with heavier leather strands, but now he pushed them aside. No way could he stand another moment without entering her. And he wanted her to come hard first.

  “Come, Jenna. Let me feel you come around my hand.” He pressed three fingers into her and stroked against her G-spot. That was all it took, along with his command, and Jenna’s pussy grasped his digits.

  She groaned, smashing her face into the sheet beneath her as she stiffened. The tight warmth of her channel squeezed his fingers, and he jerked them out of her, grabbed a condom from his bag, and drew it onto his length in seconds. Before she completely came down from her climax, he plunged into her, rocking her forward and bringing her up onto her elbows.

  “Oh God,” she mumbled as she tilted her head back and met his thrust. “That feels so good.”

  Mason grabbed her hips and held her steady, gritting his teeth against the need to come already. He’d been on the edge ever since she walked into his home and sucked all the oxygen out of it, leaving the space filled with nothing but her own personal scent.

  In slow motion he set off a rhythm he knew he could only hold for moments. And his dick wouldn’t be satisfied with one good fuck, either. The bastard was greedy when it came to Jenna. It seemed to hold back, each orgasm not enough to satisfy, just a taste that left him wanting the next climax, harder and faster. It seemed lately his body had a mind of its own, always planning the next time he came, whether with Jenna or contemplating her.

  Mason stiffened deep inside her. He was glad he had the sense to reach around and stroke her clit. She pushed against his crotch, deepening the intensity of their mutual climax as she came a second time around his cock.

  He held her by her hips, unsure if he was holding her up or keeping himself from falling. When his legs threatened to buckle, he eased out of her on a moan and collapsed to one side, taking her with him. He reached behind himself to the bedside table, snagged a tissue, and gently removed the spent condom from his still-firm cock. He wrapped the rubber in the tissue and dropped it beside the bed.

  Jenna snuggled her back into his chest, and he tugged the comforter over them both and wrapped his arms around her warm body.

  She was exhausted. He had to brush long strands of hair off her face, and then he pulled the blindfold back. She blinked up at him, a smile flickering across her mouth. She didn’t say a word, letting her eyes flutter shut again and closing her lips as she wiggled her ass against his dick. In moments she relaxed into sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jenna snuggled deeper under her covers. Her bed was unusually warm and soft. Silky. She opened one eye and took a sharp intake of air while her mind wrapped around her surroundings.

  Right. Mason’s. She wasn’t at home. It wasn’t morning. And she wasn’t in her own bed.

  She stretched out her full length against the silk sheets and winced. Oh geez, the flogger. Her back rubbed against the bed, her tender flesh reminding her of the intensity of the feelings she’d experienced before she’d fallen asleep.

  God. How had that made her so aroused? She’d perched on her hands and knees and actually moaned while Mason struck her repeatedly with the flogger. There had to be lines up and down her back and ass.

  And the craziest part was she felt more alive as she stretched out against the sheets, each stripe making its presence known.

  The only noise Jenna could discern in the house was the sound of water running in the adjacent bathroom. The shower. She eased out from between the sheets and padded across the room toward the promise of warm water.

  The second she stepped into the bathroom, she sucked in a breath. Mason stood under the spray of water, the wide expanse of his muscular back facing her. She inched forward, not wanting to disturb his stance. His head was tipped back, water cascading down his face and neck. She couldn’t see his cock, but her gaze traveled down his body and landed on his firm ass.

  Finally Mason turned toward her and smiled. He opened the shower door. “Join me.”

  Jenna padded toward him and stepped into the steam. The water was hot and felt so good as it traveled down her front. Mason pulled her under the spray and backed her against the wall, crowding her with his enormous frame.

  When her ass hit the tile, she yelped, the cold surface making her aware of the sting of her pinkened skin.

  Mason furrowed his brow and turned her around. He ran his hands down her back and butt. “You okay?” he asked as he spun her again so she faced him.

  “Yeah, just tender.”

  He pinned her head with one hand on either side of her face and kissed her nose. “I was gentle on you this time. Does it hurt?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “It kind of feels good in a way. Reminds me of you constantly. Your hands on me. The way you made me feel when you entered me.”

  He grinned. “That’s the idea. Mission accomplished.” He inched closer until his cock pressed into her belly. Water dripped from his head onto hers, and she had to blink several times as it ran down her face. “A spanking or flogging should make you really relax into yourself during, and then it serves to remind you for several hours afterward.”

  “Remind me of what? Your muscles?” She set her hands on his pecs as she teased.

  “Of who your master is.” He didn’t include a hint of humor in those words.

  Jenna set her cheek on his chest and absorbed his warmth. Water ran down both of them for several moments. Her nipples beaded against his body.

  When Mason finally straightened, he grabbed the shampoo off the shelf, squirted some in his hand, and massaged it into her hair.

  Jenna closed her eyes as his hands worked magic on her scalp. He angled her under the flow of water too quickly, rinsing the suds away before he grabbed the bar of soap and washed the rest of her body from head to toe. She felt pampered. Coddled, but in a good way.

  Before she knew it, Mason switched the water off and nudged her out the door. He wrapped her in a huge white soft towel that surrounded her, and then he reached for another and dried himself.

  He never flinched or tried to hide his nudity, and she watched as he strutted around the bathroom, hanging the towel with no care in the world for the firm length of his cock jutting out from his body.

  Jenna licked her lips and stood rooted to her spot, unable to take her gaze off his physique. He was so damn sexy. The ripple of his muscles as he worked made her long to climb back into bed with him. She wouldn’t protest if she were forced to lie naked against him for days on end.

  He turned toward her with a grin. “You gonna stand there all day watching me?”

  She lifted her gaze to his. “I could. Do you mind?”

  “Amazingly, no. But as long as we’re on a discovery mission today, I say we go to Extreme and enjoy an evening out.” He sauntered toward her as he spoke.

  “Hmm. Discovery mission. Interesting way to put it.”

  “That’s what this is, right?” He cupped her cheek with one hand, and she leaned into his to
uch. “Me showing you my world, you showing me yours?”

  Jenna couldn’t resist turning her face into his palm and kissing the lines on his hand. “Mmm.” The idea of going to the club made her nervous after what they’d done this afternoon in his bed. What would he expect from her in public?

  Mason reached forward with the other hand and tugged her towel away. He dropped it to the floor and cupped her other cheek, straightening her gaze to his. His fingers stroked into her hair, and he steadied her. “I would never do anything you don’t approve of. God help me, I have no idea where you came from or why I’m so attracted to you, but I am. We’ll just go with the flow, okay?”

  Jenna nodded, as much as she could with his grip on her head. “I bought a dress,” she muttered. “It’s at home.”

  Mason grinned. “All right then. Let’s go to dinner—your world—and then swing by your place to change—my world.” He kissed her lips and stepped back, motioning dramatically with a bow for her to pass him into the bedroom.

  A low whistle escaped his lips as she passed. “God, woman. I love that pink look on your ass.”

  Jenna flushed and felt the heat as it coursed down her body, making her acutely aware of her tender flesh.

  Twenty minutes later they were dressed and headed out the door. Jenna offered to drive her car or at least take it back to her place, but Mason shook his head. “We’ll deal with it later.” He held her hand as he tugged her toward his Camaro and didn’t release her until the last second as she settled into the passenger seat.

  After he started the engine and backed into the street, he set his palm on her knee and squeezed. His fingers were so long and his palm so wide, he swallowed her thigh, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. He was dominant and possessive even in her “world” as he called it. He probably didn’t realize it. But she loved it. She had no idea how to process that yet, but there was something about his mannerisms that made him caring and protective rather than condescending and overbearing. The feminist in her thought she should slap him, but he didn’t bring that out. He doted on her, but it wasn’t insulting.

  They pulled up to a restaurant, and he turned toward her. “I heard this place makes the best burgers.”

  She smiled at him. “They do. I’ve been here.” He hadn’t asked her where she wanted to go or if she liked burgers, but he’d driven straight to this family-owned hamburger joint between both their homes, and she hadn’t been kidding. Their food was excellent.

  They ate like any other normal couple, at least to the naked eye. Mason selected the table, chose where Jenna would sit, and angled himself next to her. Until he needed to grab his messy burger with both hands, he’d kept one hand on her knee and caressed her thigh until she thought she’d go mad from the proximity to her pussy. He never quite reached high enough, and he damn well knew it. He even smirked a few times.

  She wished she had the balls to lay her hand over his cock and squeeze, but couldn’t imagine what his reaction might be to something so bold. Turnabout didn’t seem like fair play in his world.

  By the time they had finished and driven to her apartment, she was a mess of nerves. Her hands shook as she fiddled to find her keys in her purse, and Mason casually took it from her grasp, easily located the key, and opened the front door.

  “I’ll just be a minute.” She headed down the short hall to her room, but he followed her. Of course.

  When she grabbed the bag with the dress in it, she held it out to him and nibbled on her bottom lip. “You wanna approve it first?”

  He raised one eyebrow and took it from her. “I’m sure it’s perfect.” He pulled it out and held it up by the thin straps at the top. A smile spread across his face. “Love it. You bought this on your own?”

  She glanced at the dress, wondering what the hell she’d been thinking. It looked like it would cover less flesh than she remembered. “No. Katy helped. She picked it out, actually.”

  “Katy has good taste. Put it on.”

  Jenna knew he meant now, here, and in front of him. She’d been to this rodeo several times already. He didn’t permit any level of modesty. He didn’t seem to understand the concept or internalize that not all women were accustomed to dropping their clothes and stripping in front of a man, even one they’d already fucked.

  Trying not to think about it, Jenna removed her jeans and T-shirt. When she reached for the dress, he jerked it out of reach. “Take the rest off. This dress was meant to be worn naked underneath.”

  Jenna flushed again. Spending time with Mason would forever keep her face pink from flushing and her back pink from whippings. She did as he requested and held her arms up when it became obvious he intended to lower the dress over her head himself.

  The material settled over her body, fitting her perfectly, accentuating her narrow waist where the transparent middle section framed her. The black leather that covered her breasts did little to provide any protection, and she knew it would be obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra as soon as she turned around. The entire back section was made of the sheer black see-through material until it reached the leather skirt section that began above her crack and barely covered her ass.

  Jenna felt decidedly naked all of a sudden. She shivered as Mason stepped back and scrutinized her seriously. What if he didn’t like it?

  A smile spread across his face and he shook his head. “You bring out the weirdest sensations in me.”

  “What’s that?” Self-consciousness ate a hole in her as her chest pounded under his inspection. “You don’t like it? Is it too much?”

  He laughed. “Hardly. It’s fucking hot. I love it. I’m not sure I want to share you with the rest of the club. And that isn’t a feeling I’ve ever experienced.”

  “Oh.” The idea she yielded that kind of power made her stand taller. “Let’s go then?”

  She walked past him and grabbed her favorite fuck-me heels again, the same ones she’d worn with him before. He’d chosen them then. She assumed he must like them. Where all this self-confidence was coming from, she had no idea. She’d never left the apartment in her life this underdressed.

  Her nipples rubbed against the leather with every step she took, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. The mesh back of the dress was soft, but nevertheless it brushed over her pink skin in a way that made her keep notice of the flogging she’d experienced a few hours ago. Would he want to do that again tonight?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mason drove, but he didn’t know how the hell they’d gotten from point A to point B. His mind never left the creamy white thigh next to him, nor did he remove his hand from her smooth skin at any point during the drive. He quickly learned to maneuver the car with his left hand, even on a turn.

  Jenna sat still. He knew she was nervous, and he couldn’t blame her. It was huge of her to agree to go to the club with him, and she hadn’t balked for a second. He was so proud of her. Hell, his heart beat faster even before they arrived.

  When he stroked the skin at the inside of her thigh, she squirmed. “Stay still, baby.”

  She stiffened, and her hands fisted at her sides. The subtle change made him smile. She was so perfectly submissive, and it unnerved her to some degree. Good. Her off-balance reactions made his cock harder by the minute.

  He caressed her inner thigh, stroking with his pinky, angling higher with each minute. By the time he pulled into the parking lot and up to the valet, she was gritting her teeth to keep from moving. He leaned over her as a man waited outside at his door. Knowing it would raise her anxiety to new heights, he reached the last inch and stroked his pinky through her wet folds. He kissed her lips quickly and pulled back, breathing heavily himself and knowing she would struggle to exit the car.

  “Ready?” he asked as he circled to her side, ignoring entirely what he knew would be shaky legs extending from her needy sex.

  She swallowed hard and took his arm, not lifting her gaze.

  He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. God, she
was sexy.

  When they entered the club, Harper greeted them. “You’re back.” He spoke directly to Mason, but Mason knew he meant Jenna.

  “Yes. We’ll need to see those papers this time.” He waited while Harper leaned across the counter and held out a clipboard.

  “Have her sign on the bottom of each page, and you’re good to go.” He turned his gaze toward Jenna. “Ma’am, you need to read everything. Don’t scan. This isn’t the kind of form you sign without being fully informed. We have strict policies here, and you need to be aware of them.”

  Jenna nodded. Her hand squeezed Mason’s bicep, a sign he was quickly learning meant she was nervous.

  Mason angled them to a bench against the wall and held the clipboard for her. “Read it. He isn’t kidding. You’re here as my guest. I’m a member. I’m allowed to bring in any guest I want, but they have to sign a waiver before playing.”

  Jenna grasped the edges of the clipboard and held on tight. Her knuckles turned whiter as she read the pages, releasing the clipboard only as often as she needed to flip to the next page.

  Mason knew she was pouring through pages of details about proper fetish etiquette. He hadn’t discussed it with her earlier. It would have only added to her stress.

  He watched the pages as she read. He set his free hand on the base of her neck.

  Jenna gripped the pen tight as she signed each page. Rules about alcohol, safe words, bodily fluids. She grew tense, but she signed and released the clipboard as though it were on fire.

  Mason stood, and she followed his lead as he handed the paperwork back to Harper.

  Harper glanced through the pages. “Looks good.” He spoke to Jenna again. “There are people working here to see to your safety. If you should ever need assistance, someone will be close by. Not that anyone has ever had to interrupt Mason before, but for your peace of mind.” He angled his gaze at her, his expression serious.