Perv(81)

Sweat built up on her brow from the amount of concentration it took to let Mason rule her body. She’d never been this close without going over.

“Not yet, baby. Not yet. Feel my fingers. Don’t come.”

The need built until she thought she’d explode. She tipped her head back, hoping he wouldn’t punish her for the movement.

Mason said nothing. The slow movement of his fingers against her sweet spot was maddening. And then he increased the speed.

“Mason,” she screamed.

Her Dom pinched her clit hard with his free hand. “Come, baby. Now.”

Jenna shattered. Her pussy grasped at his fingers, milking them hard. Her clit throbbed as wave after wave of her orgasm consumed her until she thought it would never end. She saw nothing. She didn’t even know if her eyes were open or closed for long moments.

When she finally came down, her vision cleared enough to see Mason’s smile. He gradually eased his fingers off her until his palms remained, holding her lips apart, keeping her exposed, but not touching her most sensitive areas. “You’re beautiful. Was it worth it?”

“God, yes…Sir.” She panted, trying to catch her breath. And she wasn’t kidding. The only thing that would have made that better would have been his cock.

Would he undo her now? She wanted to touch him. Hell, she wanted to suck his cock. Would he let her return the favor?

“I’m so proud of you, Jenna.” He grazed his thumbs around her open lips, pressing on her enough to keep her arousal alive.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“The next one will be even better, baby.” His fingers moved over her limp body. “And it will be easier to remain still each time now that you know what the reward is.”

Wait? What? Now? She lifted her head off the mattress to get a better view of him.

Mason dipped two fingers back into her soaked pussy and held her gaze. “I told you we had all day. That was just a taste. You said I was a perv. I’m going to make you eat those words.” He grinned.

“Sir?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I…” She couldn’t formulate a sentence. It wouldn’t matter. Nothing she said would deter him from his determination to torture her some more.

“That’s what I thought. Now, lie back and enjoy the ride. I may be a perv, but by the end of the day, you’re going to thank me.”

“I already did thank you, Sir.”

“And I liked hearing those words. Let’s rehearse a few more times. Shall we?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jenna’s arousal darted back full force. She might as well “enjoy the ride” as Mason had said, because she didn’t appear to have any other choice this afternoon.

And there was nowhere else she’d rather be than right here, trussed to Mason’s bed, in the home she now shared with him, learning to turn her need for control over to this perv…