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She nodded. Who needed to masturbate when they lived with this pervert? She managed to keep from grinning at the thought.

“They’ll be times when you’ll wish you could. Especially if you don’t learn quickly to obey me when we’re in D/s mode. I’ll keep you on edge and leave you there with no relief. If you don’t believe me, try me.” His words were definitive, and she knew he wouldn’t balk.

“Yes, Sir.” It seemed appropriate to acknowledge his words.

Mason’s finger disappeared from her pussy, and she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her torso into the air the inch available to her.

That only caused Mason to release her thigh. He stared at her and waited until she set her ass down. “Sorry, Sir. I’m trying, Sir.”

“I know you are. And I appreciate that. And we have all day and all night for you to get it right, so don’t worry about that.”

Don’t worry about that? Was he fucking kidding? If he left her tied to this bed that long without release, she’d expire. Her eyes shot wide.

Mason shrugged. “It’s up to you. I’m a patient man, Jenna. You have nowhere to be. I knew it would take you a while to accept your place here. That’s why I got you the rest of the day off work. Take your time. When you’re ready to fully submit to me, I’ll give you what you need. Until then, I’ll keep instructing you.”

Jenna stared back at him. He was serious. Now that she’d moved in with him, he expected her to slip further into a submissive role. He meant business. Was she up to the task?

She loved him more than she’d ever thought she could love another human being. And God almighty did he make her body hum. But this total submission…?

“Will you want me to obey you at all times from now on, Sir?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer. What if he said yes? Could she do it?

“Of course not.” He smiled. “Your strong feisty side is what I fell in love with. I never want you to change. However, I’ve let you have too much control when you were in submissive mode until now. I want to change that. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you couldn’t comply. In fact, I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me if I didn’t think you couldn’t submit fully to me. Every time you’ve let yourself go, even for a minute, and let me control you, you’ve had the best sex. Am I right?”

Jenna nodded. “True…Sir.”

“Then give me the benefit of the doubt here, and let me show you how much better it can be. We’ll set specific times when I want you to let me dominate you completely. During those times, you will submit just as completely. And you’ll find yourself craving those occasions more and more often. Trust me?”

“I do, Sir.”

“Good. Now is one of those times.” Mason leaned forward and cupped her breasts, squeezing them until she became acutely more aware of the nipple clamps and moaned. “You like the clamps.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Never lie to me. I can read you like a book when you’re this horny. May I resume?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mason smoothed his hands down her body, leaving her boobs jiggling with his release. The clamps shook, increasing the pleasure/pain.

“Now, if you can remain still long enough for me to bring you to orgasm, I’ll let you have one before we continue.”

One? How many did he intend?

He didn’t read her thoughts that time because he’d lowered his gaze to her pussy. He pulled the hood away from her clit again and dipped a finger into her channel. “So wet.” He pulled that wetness out and circled her clit with it.

Jenna bit the inside of her cheek. The urge to buck was strong. She fought it. The need to come overshadowed, and she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be granted any orgasms if she moved even a millimeter. Instead, she breathed through the urges and left her torso flat on the bed.

Concentrate on the feeling instead.

Jenna closed her eyes.

Mason flicked his finger over her clit. “Good girl. You’re learning.”

His praise grounded her. She wanted to come badly, but she wanted to make him proud too. She could do this.

Mason added more pressure against the base of her clit, holding the pressure for several seconds. “That’s it, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t answer.

When he released her clit with that finger, he thrust two into her pussy.

Jenna screamed, but she didn’t move.

“So gorgeous, baby. So fucking hot.” He pumped those fingers several times. “I’m so proud of you.” Finally he curled his fingers toward her front and stroked her G-spot. “Right there, baby. Just feel.”