Perv(42)
“Is that so?” He was tongue-tied, completely rendered stupid by her hands on him. His cock had been hard all evening, but now it swelled unnaturally larger, and he feared he would come on contact if she touched him. “You specifically told me you wanted to go home and wrap your mind around this. Now you want me to take my pants off?” He grinned.
When she dragged her hands lower to his waist and splayed them over his six pack, he flinched back out of her reach. “I changed my mind.” She lifted her gaze. “What?” She pouted. “Don’t tell me you’re never going to let me see your cock.”
Her language was bold. He was surprised and pleased all at once. “I’m not in the habit of letting women control my responses to them.”
“There’re a lot of things you aren’t in the habit of, apparently. You’re as full of firsts this month as I am.” She reached for the button on his jeans.
Mason grabbed her wrists. The surest way to embarrass himself would be to let her fondle his cock right now. It wouldn’t end well. Or perhaps, better stated, it would end too quickly. “Somebody is very bold.”
“You like that about me,” she hedged.
“I’ve never liked that about any woman.” Though he couldn’t deny she had him twisted in knots around her pinky.
“I’m not like any other woman you’ve been with.”
Mason pulled her wrists behind her and held them with one hand. He reached for the ribbon around his neck and let it stream in a long length over her shoulder and down her back where he proceeded to use it to tie her wrists together.
He worked from her front, chest-to-chest, so he heard every little noise she made into his neck as he wrapped the ribbon around her wrists several times. She flinched, stiffening when she realized what he had in mind. Her breaths came heavier, and her chest pounded against his.
“Mason, I—”
“Shh. I’ll let you see me, all of me, but on my terms,” he whispered. He tied the ribbon in a knot and then trailed his hands up her arms and cupped her face with both hands.
She gave a little tug and then sucked in a breath.
He watched her face as she realized he didn’t tie her up symbolically. When he wanted his women immobile, he made sure they were indeed secure.
She struggled again.
“Look at me,” he whispered. He didn’t need to raise his voice. He knew the affect his commands had.
She lifted her gaze, and he stroked both her cheeks with his thumbs, holding her head steady.
“I’ll do my best to wine and dine you because I know it’s what you expect from a man, but when it comes to sex, I need to be in charge. I’m still a Dom, through and through. You can’t change that.”
She nodded.
“Besides, if you’d stop struggling for a second, you’d realize how aroused you are.” He lowered one hand down to her breast and cupped the globe. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he covered her breast and squeezed.
She lifted onto her toes and moaned. “Mason.”
“Shh. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. This isn’t a negotiation, and you won’t get what you want from me by begging.”
She sucked her lip between her teeth and nodded.
“See? Easy.” He pinched her nipple through her blouse and bra, watching her face as her eyes glazed with lust.
When she let her lids flutter shut, he spoke again. “Keep your eyes open. Your gaze on mine.”
Her lip popped out when he commanded her to watch him. Her jaw hung open, and she breathed through her mouth.
“If I allow you to address me at any time for any reason, you’ll refer to me as Sir. Understood?”
She nodded.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes…Sir.”
“Good.” He stroked the skin above her breasts and lowered his other hand to work each button through its hole. He held her gaze the entire time.
When her shirt fell open, he pushed the sleeves down her arms and left the soft material to hang at her wrists.
He lowered his gaze. She was just as he remembered from the night of the rehearsal. All glorious white expanse of skin and pink splotches of lust.
He traced a line around the edge of her bra, also pink. Her skin pebbled under his touch, goose bumps rising wherever he trailed his fingertip.
Finally he popped the front clasp of her bra and lowered it down her arms to join the shirt. Her nipples stood at attention, straining forward, and he lightly flicked his finger over each one until she arched into him. “I like this ribbon.” He reached for the long length that trailed down to the floor and picked up the end. As he lifted it in front of her, her breathing increased. Her chest lifted and fell.