“Come.” He grasped her biceps and helped her to stand.
She shivered as she got to her feet, and he led her to the bed.
After pushing the comforter out of the way, Mason nudged her to climb onto the mattress. “Crawl up on all fours.”
She struggled at first, disoriented. He knew she would be.
“You’re doing good. You can stop there.” He had her in the middle. It gave him plenty of space to maneuver around her. “Slide your arms up and let your forehead rest on the bed, baby.”
Jenna moved slowly, but she did as he said until her ass was gloriously displayed. The white skin called to him. He wanted to mark it, pinken her soft flesh and make her feel things she’d never imagined.
Mason climbed up behind her and straddled her legs. He smoothed his hands up her thighs and squeezed her ass. God, she felt good. He couldn’t resist running his palms over the soft globes, alternating between gentle and firmer. “You’re so fucking sexy sprawled out like this,” he muttered. “Does it make you hot?” He didn’t wait for a response but instead reached between her legs and drew two fingers through her warm slit.
Jenna bucked forward at his touch, but she was indeed wet. She emitted a sound from deep in her throat that tapered into a low moan.
Mason tipped his head back toward the ceiling, trying to regain some control by taking her out of his line of vision. He swore he was going to come against her back if he didn’t pull it together.
Jenna squeezed her legs together as he removed his hand from between her thighs.
Mason lowered his gaze and licked his fingers as he stared at her glorious expanse of flesh displayed for him. He wanted to do everything in his power to make her hotter than she’d ever been. “Has anyone ever swatted this fine ass?”
She turned her head farther to one side, her eyes completely covered with the blindfold. She visibly swallowed. “No, Sir.”
“Trust me?”
“Yes.” She sounded unsure, and she’d left off the required Sir, but he let it slide.
“I would never hurt you. You know that?” He massaged her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and letting them fall back into place.
“Yes…Sir.”
“I want you to feel. That’s the goal. Let me guide you into a world you never imagined.”
“Okay, Sir.” She squirmed her ass against his palms, bucking toward him. She was ready.
Mason released her and stretched to the side of the bed to pull his bag closer. He rummaged inside and removed three floggers, each with a distinctly different feel.
Taking the softest one first, he dangled it in front of Jenna’s nose. He would need to be very gentle with her this first time.
She flinched when she inhaled the supple leather, but then settled her cheek against the soft strands.
“Breathe in the scent of the leather.”
She inhaled deeply, letting her lips fall open as though also tasting the flogger at the same time.
Mason pulled the strands across her face and let them dance down her back until he teased her lower cheeks with the very tips. He knew well the marks he could make on her skin with this tool, and his fingers itched to get on with it. However, he also knew he needed to control his pace. He would have to ease her in gently.
Mason pulled the flogger away from her skin and gave a flick of his wrist, letting the ends land on first one white globe and then the other in quick succession.
He watched her face as he smoothed the offended skin with his other hand.
She gasped and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, but she didn’t protest.
Increasing the speed, he repeated the same action, marking another section of her cheeks. Four gorgeous pink lines striped her ass, and Mason leaned down to soothe them with his lips.
He nibbled a path across the raised flesh until he had nuzzled her entire ass and her breathing slowed. “You okay, Jenna?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ready for more?”
She paused before repeating, “Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy. She wanted more. She was loathe to admit it.
Mason smiled. God, he was falling fast for this woman. If he wasn’t careful, he would lose his heart to her…
Shaking the lovesick thoughts from his head, he concentrated on Jenna’s back, the expanse of pale skin across her shoulder blades. He lifted the flogger and began a rhythmic pace gently on her upper back. Gorgeous.
Jenna dipped her chest lower. Her breasts pressed into the mattress. He wished he had a free hand to reach beneath her and fondle her tits, but right now he needed to pay close attention to the marks he made down her shoulder blades, across her ass, and lower over the backs of her thighs. He paused between each set of swats to soothe her skin with his other hand.