Page 101 of Shamed
While I don’t think I need to use them, I appreciate his offer for them to make me feel safe.
Yes, I’ve been okay so far, but we’ve only been kissing. I don’t know how I’ll feel taking it further, and I’d hate to suddenly have a panic attack with him after telling him I’m okay.
In the next second, he hoists me up below my ass, my arms and legs wrapping around him as he carries me.
Pausing briefly, he flicks on the light to my bedroom, then I’m lowered onto the soft mattress like I’m something delicate.
Indecision crosses his face as he looks down at me. I know he’s worried about me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t swarming with nerves, along with the desire. But I’m doing this.
Parts of me that haven’t been active in a very long time are well and truly awake now, and I don’t think I can bury them away in slumber again.
Mase runs his gaze over my body, nostrils flaring, but he doesn’t make any moves to do anything.
Eyes lingering on my leggings, he clenches his hands. Holding back.
It’s clear he’s not going to be the one to take them off, so I reach for the waistband and slowly peel them down. My legs have been bare in front of him before, but with the way he’s devouring them with his heated gaze, you’d think it’s his first time seeing them.
Eyes turning feral, he comes down on top of me, planting his arms beside my head while our mouths come together, tongues exploring.
For a moment, the feel of his weight pinning me down sends a flash of panic through me, but I shove it away, forcing my mind on here and now, on Mase.
I can do this.
The thrust of his pelvis over my panties has a whimper slipping out, so he does it again.
Bringing my hands between us, I start undoing the buttons of his shirt, the task a distraction from being underneath him. Once it’s open, I slip my fingers through the gap to feel his skin.
The contact makes his stomach muscles jump, and he separates his mouth from mine.
Those same wild eyes from earlier stare down at me, mouth parted and lips puffy, body vibrating. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “I’ll get the cuffs.” Pushing off me, he rushes to the closet.
“I’m not sure you need them,” I say to his back, but my words don’t seem to reach or stop him.
Lifting to a sitting position, I watch as Mase pulls them down from the top shelf I haven’t used, along with a condom, then quickly returns to the bed.
Mase climbs on, not wasting any time securing the cuffs to each wrist, then settles against my pillows, attaching one wrist to a bar above his head before returning his gaze to me.
“I’ll need your help with the other one.”
I run my eyes over him, taking in the sight of his mussed-up hair, his chiseled body peeking through the opening in his button-down shirt, his arms spread wide over his head, the bulge in his black slacks, and the way his lungs are greedily taking in air.
He’s so incredibly strong, and skilled at taking opponents down, he wouldn’t even have to try to pin me, taking whatever he appears to so desperately want.
A dark shiver runs over me at that thought.
Yet, there he is, laying restrained for me to do as I please, at my own pace.
A different type of warmth floods me, and I crawl up the bed. Kneeling beside him, I reach over to explore his exposed flesh, running my fingers along his stomach and chest, marveling at the smoothness of it.
I wish he had taken his clothes off beforehand. Now they’ll be stuck covering part of this masterpiece.
A soft groan vibrates through his throat. “The cuff, Jayne.”
Leaving his torso, I attach his wrist to the bar, my fingers running from his hand all the way to his shoulder and neck, then to his jaw and cheek. I can’t seem to stop touching him.
My eyes lock onto his desire-filled gaze as I lean down to softly kiss him.
The cuffs rattle against the bars, reminding me he’s restrained, and I can do as I please.
