Page 39 of The Real Mason

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I crave—

Pain stabs my nipples, shooting down to my aching core. “Oh!”

I look down to see a large blue crystal attached to the chain hanging between my breasts. I hiss as the weight of the jewel pulls and tugs on the clamps, making me burn in the most exquisite way.

A trickle of wetness trails down my thighs. I am a wicked girl.

He reaches between my legs and strokes my clit before thrusting inside me. “Spread those legs. Hands behind your head like I showed you.”

Oh yes.He’s touching me, giving me what I need the most. I close my eyes and open my legs wider, lacing my fingers as instructed.

Please. Please. Please.The word chants in my mind like a broken record, blocking out all thought. Background noise fades, and the only sound is the rush of my desire in my ears, my only focus the burn in my breasts and the movement of his thick fingers. The climax builds.

The orgasm coils tight.

I hover right on the brink.

More.

He stops.

I want to scream in frustration. My eyes pop open, and I’m fully intent on yelling my displeasure, only the look on his face stops me.

Pure male lust and hunger.

A carnal smile curves his lips, and he flicks his wrist.

A thousand tiny stings explode across my skin.

I moan. What was that?

Oh God. Please let him do it again.

“This is a flogger,” he says, answering my question as though I’d spoken. He holds up a black instrument with long strands of leather dangling from the end. “You want it?”

I’m distracted by the pull of the weight on my nipples. Such exquisite torment.

“Well, girl?”

I nod.

“Say the words.” He grips my neck and claims my mouth in a brutal kiss.

“I want it.”

He flicks his wrist again, but this time the strands lick over the curve of my hip. “Say please.”

“Please.”

A soft, warm sting with no real heat behind it—more a tease. Frustrating.

“There?” His eyes dance with amusement.

I scowl. No, there!I attempt to telegraph my most depraved desires to him through sheer intensity of thought.

Another flick of the strands across my skin.

“There?” His grin is smug, knowing.

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