She hoped he didn’t notice. She needed him to touch her—everywhere. But she knew he would do what he pleased on his own watch. Anything she said would only make things worse.
Long moments passed before she felt the lightest touch on her arm and opened her eyes.
Mason hovered over her with a long feather in his hand. He stroked it up her forearm while staring into her eyes.
Goose bumps rose all over her body.
“Gorgeous, baby,” he whispered. He lifted the feather and set it back down on her neck, dragging the tip in tiny circles. Gradually moving lower, Mason tickled her breasts.
When he danced the feather over her nipples, she came undone, bucking futilely. She moaned.
Mason ignored her. “I’ve never seen your nipples so erect. It’s very sexy.” He set the feather aside and pinched them both at once.
Jenna squealed. “Mason…”
He picked the feather back up and trailed down her belly until he reached her thighs. The tickling sensation on the insides of her legs made her stiffen. She needed something inside her worse than ever in her life.
“Do you like Shibari?” He chuckled. “I’m going with yes, judging by the moisture between your legs.” Mason swiped a finger between her folds as he spoke, not penetrating enough to give her any satisfaction, but bringing her wetness out and stroking it across her clit.
She would come. She knew it. Any second now she would come from this brief contact. He ruled her body.
Mason continued down her legs with the feather, easing her need marginally. She wanted more, and she fought to keep from begging. He knew what he was doing.
Finally he put the feather back in the bag and pulled out something else. The rustling noise was all Jenna had to judge his movements. She couldn’t see what he held now.
A low hum filled the silence, and she widened her eyes, straining to lift her head enough to see.
“Set your head back down, baby. Just feel. If you can’t keep still, I’ll cover your eyes and secure your forehead.”
Oh God. Jenna laid her head back on the glass and rolled it from side to side. She swallowed, but her mouth was dry.
The buzzing grew louder as he approached. She knew that noise. She had a vibrator at home she was very familiar with.
Mason used one hand to pull her lower lips apart and pressed the dildo inside her without preamble.
Jenna squealed. The phallic object was bigger than she’d expected. He stroked in and out in several quick thrusts before he removed it.
The vibrating stopped as he must have set it aside. “Don’t come yet. Control the urge.”
What? How the hell could she avoid coming?
Jenna fought to lift her hips, unsuccessfully. Not a millimeter of space was available to her. She panted, trying to think of anything but her need to come.
Mason stroked her thighs with both hands, so lightly she could barely feel his touch. “So smooth…”
She shivered. Her pussy felt swollen.
Mason caressed the outer lips, his fingers dancing around her sex until she wanted to scream at him. When he left her pussy altogether, trailing his fingers up her body, she whimpered uncontrollably as he leaned over her. She turned her head to one side and stared at her arm.
He pinched her nipples firmly and then squeezed both globes of her breasts, already swollen from the pressure of the ribbon. “Look at me,” he commanded.
Jenna turned her head back to the center, her eyes glazed as she tried to focus on his face.
“You’re so horny.”
“Yes…Sir.” She swallowed. The words came out gravelly.
“Now do you understand the purpose of bondage?”
“Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips, her tongue too dry to do any good. “Please.”
“You need to come don’t you?”
She nodded subtly.
Mason kneeled between her legs, leaving her vision. He pulled her sex open with one hand and pressed two fingers into her with the other. “So pink and swollen. So needy. I think you’re starting to understand submission.” He spoke softly as he stroked in and out of her with not enough pressure, not enough fingers.
Jenna tensed, her pussy grasping at his fingers.
“So wet…”
Her mind swam as she concentrated on his hands, his words, his warm breath brushing across her pussy as he spoke. Please…
Just when she thought she would come, he stopped again. Jenna gasped.
She lifted her head and watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied them and his underwear down his legs. In seconds he was naked. He gazed into her eyes as he rolled a condom over his cock. He lay over her body and entered her to the hilt so fast the fullness took her by surprise. He held steady deep inside her, his face strained.
Good. She affected him too.