“Okay, sweetness.Do you want to take off your own jeans, or can I take them off for you?”
“Um, you can take them off for me, please.”
Heat filled her cheeks.She’d enjoyed taking off her shirt and bra while he watched, but she also liked the idea of him undressing her.Touching her more.Plus, that way she didn’t have to try to navigate handcuffs and taking off her jeans at the same time.
That seemed like a recipe for disaster, and she’d already face-planted once at his feet, and she wasn’t trying to be sexy then.She’d much prefer to let him handle the difficult stuff right now, so she could concentrate on not looking foolish in front of him again.
The slow smile that spread across his lips said he didn’t mind at all.
Mason dropped to his knees in front of her, which almost made her jump in surprise.That was not what she’d been expecting him to do.He was now at navel level, starting directly at her soft belly.Crap.Suddenly, Audrey wished that she had handled her jeans on her own.
Except he wasn’t looking at her belly in disgust or even like he was trying to hide disdain… His gaze was soft, his lips curved up, and the expression on his face as he reached for the button on her jeans was almost reverent.It wasn’t just that he didn’t mind her rounder stomach; it looked like helikedit.Which she hadn’t realized she was concerned about until this very moment, but maybe it wasn’t surprising, considering how Yasmine looked.
The button on her jeans popped open, then the zipper, and Mason began to tug her jeans down over her hips.She was not disappointed that he did not take her panties off at the same time.Nope.It wasn’t like she wanted to be completely naked while he was completely clothed.
Did she?
As vulnerable as she might feel, there was also something really sexy about the idea.
Which was something to keep in mind for later.
Right now, her brain was fritzing out because with the jeans gone, she could feel the warmth of his breath over the satin and lace of the matching thong to the bra she’d already taken off.Yes, she’d gone for a thong tonight.Because why not?
They might not have sex, but she didn’t want anything between his hand and her skin when she spanked her tonight.
“Very pretty.”His voice was like a purr.
Yup, she was totally going to melt into a puddle right here and now.
Mason helped her step out of the jeans, then drew her over to the couch.The movement of going over his knee made her gasp as her breasts jiggled, reigniting some of the sensation in her clamped nipples.It was a tiny sting compared to having the clamps applied, but still stimulation that went straight to her pussy.
The chain hung down toward her cuffed wrists, which were right in front of her face, so she couldn’t forget she was bound.Just knowing she was somewhat helpless made her feel even more breathless than being over his knees.
She could also now feel his erection digging into her side, just like it had last night.He was as turned on as she was.Her pussy clenched, and she wriggled in place, enjoying the effect she had on him.
“Are you ready for the plug?”His hand caressed her bottom, and she felt her cheeks tighten.
Not because of his caress, but because of his question.
“Is anyone ever really ready?”Did her voice quaver?It might have quavered.
He chuckled.
“Probably not, but I’ll be gentle.”
He gave her butt another little pat, then she heard the sound of things happening above her.Packages.Things.Lube, hopefully.
Then she felt the butt floss she was wearing being pulled to the side, and she took a deep breath.
“Try to relax,” Mason said, rubbing her butt with one hand.It didn’t help.
“Yes, Sir.”
She couldn’t keep the dubiousness out of her voice, and he chuckled again.
“It’s a small plug.It shouldn’t hurt.”He spoke soothingly, but she was still tense.“I’ll go slow.”
The promise made her shiver in anticipation because it was laden with so much sexual intent.He was going to slowly put something in her butt.Something she’d never let anyone do before.Something she’d never even thought about letting anyone do before she came to Pittsburgh.
