His breath is hot against my ear. “You will only submit to me, London. No one else can make you feel this way.”
My throat is tight as I nod. “Yes.”
A heartbeat later, I hear a crack, and the whip connects with the bare skin of my behind. I jerk in surprise and bite back a moan. Mason growls and uses the whip again, and it sends shock waves through me. I fix my stare on the cream-colored wall behind his desk and try to remember how to breathe when I feel him licking a path down the curve of my back.
I shiver when a hand darts between my wet folds.
Breathless, I arch my back and grind against him. “That feels amazing.”
Mason tugs on my lobe and exhales. “Enjoy yourself, London. Open yourself to every sensation.”
He pushes another finger and begins to swipe.
I squeeze my eyes shut and marvel at every little nerve end in my body, attuned to him.
His heavy breathing alone is almost enough to make me unravel.
Circling my hips, I grind against his fingers, and he moves them furiously.
Spots dance in my vision as my release washes over me. I’m still shaking and gasping for air when Mason spins me around. When I realize he’s naked, I let my eyes sweep over him, taking in every inch of taut and smooth skin. He runs the whip down the slope of my chest and pauses at my belly.
After securing the handcuffs again, he retrieves a pair of ties and binds my feet.
His eyes don’t leave my face as he lowers himself in front of me, so he’s eye level with my center. Mason wastes no time in letting his tongue dart out to lick my wet folds. I gasp and writhe, but something about being tied down and at his every whim is intoxicating.
I like knowing he holds the key to my pleasure.
Mason replaces his mouth with his fingers and rises to his feet.
He waits until I’m looking at him, panting and covered in sweat, before he thrusts into me. I buck against him and whimper. Mason eases out and thrusts back into me, harder this time, and I think I’m about to erupt into a million pieces at his feet. Then, he places his arms on either side of me and begins to move in slow, practiced strokes. I meet each thrust with one of my own until the desk creaks beneath the weight.
Mason’s moans intermingle with mine.
He alternates between kissing my neck and tugging on my nipples until they’re as hard as pebbles. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the pressure building within me, rising to a powerful wave threatening to consume both of us. Another wave of pleasure rips through me, and I cry out, my body spasming for so long that it feels like I am looking down on myself.
As my vision clears, I realize Mason has released my binds and laid me on the carpet in front of the fireplace. He hovers over me, a soft gleam in his eyes as I look at him. Slowly, he kisses every inch of my glistening skin until he reaches my lips. Tears well up behind my eyes at the tenderness of his touch, and the softness of his gaze. I spread my legs and link them around his hips. Mason shudders against me.
We move slower now like we’re discovering each other for the first time.
I want to stay like this forever.
Mason frames my face in his hands.
Something low and pleasant unfurls in the center of my stomach, and I hold onto it as we move against each other.
He buries his face in my neck, and the smell of his soap and expensive cologne settles around me.
I run my fingers down his back and offer his ass a firm squeeze.
He says something unintelligible, and his rhythm changes, turning frantic.
A few moments later, he throws his head back and shouts, his release tearing through him. I hold him against me and study the smooth lines of his face as his mask slips, allowing me a rare view of the man underneath. All too soon, Mason stops shaking and holds himself still. With an exhale, he rolls off me and collapses onto the carpet next to me.
I tuck myself into his side as he drapes an arm over my shoulders.
His breathing quiets as we lie there for a long moment, neither of us saying anything.
Slowly, I prop myself up on my elbows. “I asked Katia to get someone to train me in the gym downstairs.”
