Mason knew he was an expert with the flogger. Many club members requested him repeatedly when they needed this sort of release. It often wasn’t a sexual experience, and he never minded treating a sub to his methods, but today was different. Was it because he was in his home? Did it have anything to do with the fact he was alone with this particular woman, and she was willing and naked beneath him?
Sure, you can tell yourself anything you want, Mason. The reality was Mason knew the reason he reacted so strongly toward Jenna was deeply personal. She wasn’t a random submissive asking him for an hour of his time to experience his expertise. She was Jenna. And he needed her like he’d never needed a woman. Every swat against her skin made his cock tighten harder.
Was she reacting the same? He knew she was, based on the noises she made, the way her mouth hung open, the way she squirmed into his next lash, pleading with her body for more.
Mason lifted one leg and nudged Jenna’s thighs apart to settle between them. He repeated the action on the other side, pressing her knees wide and settling both his knees between hers.
He set the flogger down and reached between her legs from behind. One thrust into her with two fingers proved she was beyond ready. She bucked against his hand and lifted her face to set her forehead on the bed. “Mason… Sir… Please.”
God how he loved to hear her beg. So needy. His face flamed at the intensity of his reaction to her. As if he’d been holding his breath, praying she would react favorably to his control, he released a long exhale and closed his eyes. He inhaled her arousal deeply, filling his lungs with her need. He’d never been so relieved by a submissive’s ceding of control.
Mason set one hand on her lower back to steady her and teased her folds with the other, gathering her arousal and circling her clit until she stiffened. She was so close to orgasm. She rocked back into his touch.
He’d intended to work his way into a flogger with heavier leather strands, but now he pushed them aside. No way could he stand another moment without entering her. And he wanted her to come hard first.
“Come, Jenna. Let me feel you come around my hand.” He pressed three fingers into her and stroked against her G-spot. That was all it took, along with his command, and Jenna’s pussy grasped his digits.
She groaned, smashing her face into the sheet beneath her as she stiffened. The tight warmth of her channel squeezed his fingers, and he jerked them out of her, grabbed a condom from his bag, and drew it onto his length in seconds. Before she completely came down from her climax, he plunged into her, rocking her forward and bringing her up onto her elbows.
“Oh God,” she mumbled as she tilted her head back and met his thrust. “That feels so good.”
Mason grabbed her hips and held her steady, gritting his teeth against the need to come already. He’d been on the edge ever since she walked into his home and sucked all the oxygen out of it, leaving the space filled with nothing but her own personal scent.
In slow motion he set off a rhythm he knew he could only hold for moments. And his dick wouldn’t be satisfied with one good fuck, either. The bastard was greedy when it came to Jenna. It seemed to hold back, each orgasm not enough to satisfy, just a taste that left him wanting the next climax, harder and faster. It seemed lately his body had a mind of its own, always planning the next time he came, whether with Jenna or contemplating her.
Mason stiffened deep inside her. He was glad he had the sense to reach around and stroke her clit. She pushed against his crotch, deepening the intensity of their mutual climax as she came a second time around his cock.
He held her by her hips, unsure if he was holding her up or keeping himself from falling. When his legs threatened to buckle, he eased out of her on a moan and collapsed to one side, taking her with him. He reached behind himself to the bedside table, snagged a tissue, and gently removed the spent condom from his still-firm cock. He wrapped the rubber in the tissue and dropped it beside the bed.
Jenna snuggled her back into his chest, and he tugged the comforter over them both and wrapped his arms around her warm body.
She was exhausted. He had to brush long strands of hair off her face, and then he pulled the blindfold back. She blinked up at him, a smile flickering across her mouth. She didn’t say a word, letting her eyes flutter shut again and closing her lips as she wiggled her ass against his dick. In moments she relaxed into sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Jenna snuggled deeper under her covers. Her bed was unusually warm and soft. Silky. She opened one eye and took a sharp intake of air while her mind wrapped around her surroundings.
Right. Mason’s. She wasn’t at home. It wasn’t morning. And she wasn’t in her own bed.