She stretched out her full length against the silk sheets and winced. Oh geez, the flogger. Her back rubbed against the bed, her tender flesh reminding her of the intensity of the feelings she’d experienced before she’d fallen asleep.
God. How had that made her so aroused? She’d perched on her hands and knees and actually moaned while Mason struck her repeatedly with the flogger. There had to be lines up and down her back and ass.
And the craziest part was she felt more alive as she stretched out against the sheets, each stripe making its presence known.
The only noise Jenna could discern in the house was the sound of water running in the adjacent bathroom. The shower. She eased out from between the sheets and padded across the room toward the promise of warm water.
The second she stepped into the bathroom, she sucked in a breath. Mason stood under the spray of water, the wide expanse of his muscular back facing her. She inched forward, not wanting to disturb his stance. His head was tipped back, water cascading down his face and neck. She couldn’t see his cock, but her gaze traveled down his body and landed on his firm ass.
Finally Mason turned toward her and smiled. He opened the shower door. “Join me.”
Jenna padded toward him and stepped into the steam. The water was hot and felt so good as it traveled down her front. Mason pulled her under the spray and backed her against the wall, crowding her with his enormous frame.
When her ass hit the tile, she yelped, the cold surface making her aware of the sting of her pinkened skin.
Mason furrowed his brow and turned her around. He ran his hands down her back and butt. “You okay?” he asked as he spun her again so she faced him.
“Yeah, just tender.”
He pinned her head with one hand on either side of her face and kissed her nose. “I was gentle on you this time. Does it hurt?”
“No.” She shook her head. “It kind of feels good in a way. Reminds me of you constantly. Your hands on me. The way you made me feel when you entered me.”
He grinned. “That’s the idea. Mission accomplished.” He inched closer until his cock pressed into her belly. Water dripped from his head onto hers, and she had to blink several times as it ran down her face. “A spanking or flogging should make you really relax into yourself during, and then it serves to remind you for several hours afterward.”
“Remind me of what? Your muscles?” She set her hands on his pecs as she teased.
“Of who your master is.” He didn’t include a hint of humor in those words.
Jenna set her cheek on his chest and absorbed his warmth. Water ran down both of them for several moments. Her nipples beaded against his body.
When Mason finally straightened, he grabbed the shampoo off the shelf, squirted some in his hand, and massaged it into her hair.
Jenna closed her eyes as his hands worked magic on her scalp. He angled her under the flow of water too quickly, rinsing the suds away before he grabbed the bar of soap and washed the rest of her body from head to toe. She felt pampered. Coddled, but in a good way.
Before she knew it, Mason switched the water off and nudged her out the door. He wrapped her in a huge white soft towel that surrounded her, and then he reached for another and dried himself.
He never flinched or tried to hide his nudity, and she watched as he strutted around the bathroom, hanging the towel with no care in the world for the firm length of his cock jutting out from his body.
Jenna licked her lips and stood rooted to her spot, unable to take her gaze off his physique. He was so damn sexy. The ripple of his muscles as he worked made her long to climb back into bed with him. She wouldn’t protest if she were forced to lie naked against him for days on end.
He turned toward her with a grin. “You gonna stand there all day watching me?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I could. Do you mind?”
“Amazingly, no. But as long as we’re on a discovery mission today, I say we go to Extreme and enjoy an evening out.” He sauntered toward her as he spoke.
“Hmm. Discovery mission. Interesting way to put it.”
“That’s what this is, right?” He cupped her cheek with one hand, and she leaned into his touch. “Me showing you my world, you showing me yours?”
Jenna couldn’t resist turning her face into his palm and kissing the lines on his hand. “Mmm.” The idea of going to the club made her nervous after what they’d done this afternoon in his bed. What would he expect from her in public?
Mason reached forward with the other hand and tugged her towel away. He dropped it to the floor and cupped her other cheek, straightening her gaze to his. His fingers stroked into her hair, and he steadied her. “I would never do anything you don’t approve of. God help me, I have no idea where you came from or why I’m so attracted to you, but I am. We’ll just go with the flow, okay?”