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“Isn’t the goal orgasm? How hard can that be?”

Mason shook his head. “Not always. Not even usually. Sometimes being submissive is all about releasing stress. When someone controls you, it allows you to purge. Your endorphins run high until you can almost separate from your physical body.”

“Sounds like drugs.”

“In a way it’s like that. That floaty release you get from the endorphin high.”

“Are we going to have sex?”

“Yes. But that’s because we have a connection that’s beyond the domination. I want you, so I’m going to have you. I’ll mold you to my will, and you’ll love it. Crave it.”

The doubt in her eyes was evident, but she would see. Soon.

Assuming he’d judged her right. You know you have. Hell, the woman had stripped for him and given up control to him the night they met. She just didn’t realize how strongly he dominated her even then.

She nodded consent.

Mason stepped back, releasing her. It frightened her to lose the contact, but he would watch her closely for signs of stress. “Remove all your clothes. You can set them here.” He pointed to a chair against the wall.

Jenna nodded, not looking at him.

“Good girl. Keep your eyes downcast and don’t forget the main rule I taught you before. Do not speak unless I ask you to, and then only address me as Sir.”

She didn’t say a word. She was learning.

Thank God he wore sweatpants. His cock was going to take a beating this afternoon.

The pale white skin he loved so much came into view little by little as Jenna stripped her shirt off and then her pants. She chose her bra before her thong and folded everything neatly, setting it on the chair.

“Step forward.” As she complied, he circled her. Her head hung low, and she used her hair as a shield. He would pull it back from her face soon. It wouldn’t be used to hide. He knew the intense scrutiny would ease her into a submissive mode. “There are positions in BDSM. Everyone does them a little different, but I’m going to show you the most basic for now.”

She didn’t move. Good girl.

“Kneel on the floor first.” Mason held his chin with one hand while he watched her for signs of distress.

She shivered, but other than that, she didn’t flinch.

He looked down and decided the plush beige carpet would be sufficient for her knees for now. He didn’t intend to leave her there long. “Spread your thighs wider… Good. Now straighten your back and clasp one hand around the other wrist behind your back.”

Jenna did as he commanded, making his cock jump inside his loose sweatpants. It was going to be difficult to get her where he wanted her to be before he took her. His body already pleaded with him to press into her warmth.

Was it the fact they were in his home that made him crave her so much, or would he feel the same when they were out at the club? He’d never needed a woman like he did this one and certainly not as quickly or as intensely.

“Good job. I like how your breasts rise when you pull your shoulders back.” He touched her for the first time, pinching both nipples lightly.

She gasped, but didn’t speak. Her flinch at his touch was subtle.

“Your nipples are a gorgeous shade of pink.” He rubbed his thumbs over both tips, soothing them after the sting of his pinch.

Leaving her there on the floor, Mason went to his closet and grabbed his toy bag. He returned and set it on the bed, out of her sight. After rummaging around in a side pocket, he pulled out an elastic band and approached her. He casually swept her hair back and formed a ponytail at the back of her neck.

When he finished, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. He needed to breathe her in, though it may have been a mistake. He adjusted his cock behind her, hoping she didn’t realize how aroused he was already. It would take away some of the control he wanted.

Mason stepped back, breathing in through his mouth to clear his head of her scent. It didn’t work. He reached back into his duffle and pulled out his favorite tool. He insisted on using it with nearly every submissive. Such a simple toy, and yet so powerful. “Close your eyes, Jenna.”

She did as he said without hesitating, making his cock stiffen once again.

He lifted the soft material over her and wiggled the blindfold down until it fit tight over her eyes.

Jenna bit her lower lip and leaned forward an inch as though she’d lost her balance.

“Hold steady. You’ll get used to it.” He cupped her chin and tipped her head up to his face. “Concentrate on all your other senses. Without sight, your arousal will heighten at every smell, touch, sound…”

The innocence on her face endeared him to her. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t speak.