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Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open when he lifted two items to her view and let them dangle from his fingers for a moment. Clamps.

Jenna tried to lick her lips, but her mouth was too dry. “Sir, I’ve never…”

Mason smiled. “Good manners, baby. And I know you haven’t. You’re about to experience more firsts than you can imagine over the next weeks.” He grasped one nipple and twisted it back and forth while he spoke. “Don’t move… That’s it… I’m so proud of you…” When he was satisfied, he pinched the areola and slowly eased the clamp closed over the tip.

Jenna exhaled slowly. It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but the bite that remained brought new moisture to her pussy. She tried to stay still as Mason worked the other nipple in a similar fashion and then clamped it to match the first. “How’s that, baby?” He met her gaze.

She couldn’t respond.

Mason waited, watching her face.

“Okay, Sir.”

“Too tight?”

“No, Sir.” Though she had nothing to reference it with, but as the seconds passed, she grew more aroused by the pain that eased into pleasure.

“Good.” He eased back between her legs. “Let’s me explore this pussy better.”

As if he hasn’t already become completely intimate with my crotch.

As if in response to that thought, Mason continued, “I want to learn your responses so well that I can eventually make you come on command. I’m going to train your body to accept whatever I decide to do and not come until I say so.”

What? Was that possible?

His fingers stroked everywhere again, and nowhere. He didn’t touch her clit or reach inside her pussy for so long, she began to relax. “Good girl. Control. Learn to control your body. Know that you can, and you will do exactly as I say. And I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Soon, she hoped.

Mason pulled the hood back from her clit and leaned over to blow on the exposed nub.

She flinched.

“Steady, baby. Your job is to concentrate on staying completely still. Let me control everything. Stop fighting it. Once you let go of your need to control everything, you will enter into a new level of sexual awareness you’ve only dreamed of. I promise.”

Jenna tried. She willed her body to remain still. She only had inches of wiggle room as it was with her limbs stretched as tight as they were. But Mason wanted those inches for himself. In fact, she was sure she would lie here in this position until she relinquished her will to him.

“That’s it, baby. You’re catching on. I can see it on your face.” He pushed one finger inside her again and pulled it back out. Again. And again.

She stiffened her legs to keep from moving her torso. There was no way to get purchase against the mattress, however.

Mason dragged that finger, wet with her juices, down to her lower hole.

Jenna’s mouth opened. She fought to keep from denying him that forbidden entrance.

“If you’ll just feel instead of worrying about social norms, you’ll find you enjoy yourself better.” He circled her puckered entrance, wetting it with her own moisture. It was maddening how long he lingered there until she unclenched her butt cheeks. “That’s it, baby. Just feel.” He grasped her thigh with his free hand as he pressed his finger firmly against her back entrance.

He didn’t enter, but it was enough knowing he could…and he would. Maybe not today, but soon.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” He pumped that finger repeatedly, easing it almost off her hole and then pressing again. “You’ll learn to love having something in your ass while I take your pussy. Women say their orgasms are much stronger when both holes are filled.”

She’d heard that, but hadn’t believed it.

Mason continued. Eventually she grew less sensitized to his touch there, and the sensation switched from forbidden to sensual.

“That’s it, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, embarrassed to admit defeat on that issue.

Finally, Mason circled up toward her pussy. He dipped back inside her and grazed across her G-spot. “Your orgasms belong to me now, Jenna.”

Hadn’t they for two months?

“I see the confusion on your face.” He chuckled. “Good. That means you probably haven’t been masturbating very often when I wasn’t with you. I like that.”

He doesn’t want me to masturbate? Not that she had, damn him. Hell, she hadn’t had time since she’d met him.

“I’m not saying you can’t masturbate, baby. You can. And you will. But not alone.” He raised an eyebrow until she understood.