“Yes, Sir,” she sassed.
Mason pinched her ass.
“Ouch.” She bucked into him, his cock pressing into her belly.
“Respect, baby. That’s part of the scene.” He lifted an eyebrow, but his mouth curved up on one side. She knew he wasn’t angry. And the power she felt over him sent a chill down her spine. She was the submissive, but it was quickly becoming apparent she held a lot of the control.
Jenna set her cheek against Mason’s chest and let her body sway to the music under his direction. “So what sort of scenes do accountants act out, Sir?”
Mason chuckled. “I guess I could count money for people. That would probably do it for most women.”
Jenna shook her head. “Not me.”
“Figures.” Mason’s moves were subtle, but he managed to drive her steadily to the edge of sanity with his wandering hands. His fingers crawled up and down her spine and then wandered over her ass, squeezing each cheek. It was all she could do to keep from squirming.
When he ran his palms up her sides and grazed the underside of her breasts with his thumbs, she moaned. Her nipples poked forward, abrading the leather.
“God, you melt me, baby.” Mason nuzzled her neck and bit into the flesh of her shoulder, marking her and driving her mad with his teeth.
She would have responded with something snarky if she could have made her lips comply. Instead she tilted her head to one side to give him better access.
Jenna’s brain cells stopped functioning as Mason transformed her into a complete nympho with his mouth and his roving hands.
“Mason…” she mumbled.
He didn’t stop. In fact, he backed her up until he pressed her against a wall. She opened her eyes to find herself in almost complete darkness. The dancing continued behind Mason, but they had moved completely off to a corner.
When Mason hitched one of her legs up around his waist and plunged two fingers into her with no warning, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The one leg she balanced on threatened to buckle, and she clutched his biceps with both hands, trying to center her world.
“Mason,” she repeated.
“I know you aren’t ready to do a scene, but I want you to come for me. Here. Against this wall.”
In public. “I can’t.” She knew the words had no oomph behind them as soon as they left her mouth. She was on the edge of an orgasm already, and she needed the release worse than she cared what anyone around her might think.
“You can, baby.” He stroked through her lower lips and flicked his thumb over her clit until she stood on tiptoe, her one leg doing very little to evade his fingers.
Jenna’s head fell back against the wall. She closed her eyes against the world and tuned out anything except the exquisite feel of Mason’s hands on her body. Without breaking contact with her pussy, he lifted his other palm splayed against her waist and wrapped it around her breast. He molded and squeezed the globe until she bucked into his hand, unsure where she needed more attention, her pussy or her breast.
When he pinched the nipple harder than she’d ever experienced, she stiffened.
“Come, baby. Now.” His voice rose on the last word.
She couldn’t avoid obeying his command. She arched her neck farther as he pressed on her clit. Thank God he held her up with his steady frame, because she nearly collapsed as she shattered around his fingers, her pussy pulsing and grasping the digits as they continued to stroke her through the orgasm.
When she finally closed her mouth and licked her lips, she righted her head until her gaze landed on Mason. “I can’t believe you did that…here. You’re such a perv.” She peeked around his shoulder, regaining enough sense to be worried about who might have been watching.
No one paid any attention to them. In fact several women on the dance floor appeared to be experiencing a similar ecstasy right in the midst of the throng.
When she glanced back at Mason, she found him smirking. “A perv?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never been called that before, I don’t think.”
“If the shoe fits…” She swatted at him and peered over his shoulder again to make sure no one was paying attention.
“Worried?”
She nodded. “It’s…weird. Do you always get women off on the dance floor?”
He sobered and righted her, setting her lifted leg back down and making a production of licking his fingers of her moisture, as usual. The flames that heated her cheeks burned down her chest and made her need to force her gaze to remain fixed on Mason.
When Mason finished the slow-motion video of him sucking her juices, he grasped her face with both hands and held her head steady, staring directly into her eyes. “I’ve never danced with a woman here. And I’ve certainly never made anyone come in this room.”