Page 34 of The Real Mason
I release my grip and cup one swollen breast before roaming down her body to dip between her legs. I inhale deeply at how very wet she is. I circle her clit and brush my thumb over her nipple.
“Oh,” she says on a soft, wonder-filled sigh. Her hands come to rest on my knees to keep steady.
Keeping the pressure featherlight, I play with her body. I’ve learned from my past mistake and don’t give her nearly enough to push her over the edge. I love everything about her response right now.
The insistence of her rocking hips.
Her flushed face.
Her unfocused gaze.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest.
The way she’s digging her nails into my skin as she tries to force me to deliver what she craves.
I snap my fingers against her cunt. She starts, her whole body going rigid. She stares at me, mouth swollen and lush, tongue tracing her lips.
I shake my head andtsk. “Greedy girl. And a bit of a pain slut.”
“I most certainly am not.” Her words are immediate, appalled, and indignant.
My answering chuckle is pure threat. “I think you need more motivation.”
Fear tightens the corners of her mouth, but her pussy contracts in obvious anticipation. Without a word, I stand and move around her, walking to the large armoire where I keep most of my equipment. I hike my jeans up but leave them undone, opening the door.
I grin at the gasp of surprise behind me as she takes in a small portion of my collection. I open one of the shallow drawers and quickly find what I’m looking for. And because it amuses me, I leave the door partially open as I return to my seat on the chair.
She stares at the cabinet as though her worst nightmares have come true.
I hide my smile and snap my fingers in front of her face. “Eyes on me, girl.”
Her attention flies forward. A frown graces her pretty lips as she catches sight of what dangles in front of her.
“These are nipple clamps.” I squeeze them like tweezers between my thumb and forefinger, grinning as her frown deepens. “You and I are going to play a little game.”
She nibbles her bottom lip, and I can practically see the wheels spinning.
I tuck a stray blond curl behind her ear. “If it gets too much, what are you supposed to say?”
Confusion darkens her face, and I can’t help being pleased it’s not something she seems to have considered.
She licks her lips. “Red.”
I nod. “Here’s how we play this game. Every time Anna doesn’t do as she’s told, we’re going to add a little toy to facilitate her concentration.”
She twists her hands in her naked lap, squirming and shifting on her knees. “No. Please. I promise I’ll be good.”
My lips quirk. “I know you will. I’m not giving you any other choice.” I hold the metal clamps. “You’ve already earned these. Cup your breasts and raise them to me like you’re offering a present.”
A deep, scarlet flush stains her cheeks. “Mason, no, I—” The words die on her lips when I lift one brow.
She gives me a long, exaggerated, you’re-the-most-unreasonable-man-in-the-world sigh. Glaring at me, she cups her breasts, raising them high as instructed.
“See, we just need to motivate you.” I ruffle her hair, and she looks at me like she wants me dead.
It’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
I lean down and lick her nipple, swirling my tongue around the hard, eager bud. Sucking and teasing, I pull the raised peak deep in my mouth to extend the tip. Her squeak turns to a low moan that sends the remaining blood from my brain to my groin.
