“You have a Dungeon?”Audrey’s eyes widened.
“Sure.Right over here.”He gestured to his living room, which was right beside the dining room.He’d already drawn all the curtains in both rooms in preparation.
Mason didn’t usually scene at home, which was why he didn’t have a designated play space.Maybe he should make one now…no, stop.He wasn’t going to set up a play space for one woman when he wasn’t even sure how long this would last.
Audrey laughed, relaxing slightly as he led her into the other room.He had cleared out the area around his padded coffee table, which was just the right size to put a woman on.It might not be a real Dungeon, but he had furnished this particular room with a few pieces of very special furniture that he’d bought custom-made from a Dom in D.C.
The coffee table was one of them.One of the cushy chairs was another.There were hidden bolts and hooks and drawers, all of which could turn the furniture into a piece of equipment as desired.
Putting the chosen items on a side table, Mason turned to Audrey, holding the metal cuffs she’d picked out in his hand.Not his favorite for bondage because they could be harsh on the submissive’s wrists, especially in certain positions, but there was something about the classic cuffs, and he’d seen the way her eyes had lit up when she’d looked at them.
For tonight, they were a fine choice because he wouldn’t be using them to secure her to anything.
Holding up the cuffs, he grinned at her.
“All right, cupcake.If I’m going to put these on you and also use the clamps, you’re going to need to take off that shirt and bra.”
Her eyes widened again, her blush going from pink to red, and Mason’s grin widened.She didn’t look scared; she looked excited but also a touch nervous.Perfect.
Taking a deep breath that lifted her breasts, Audrey reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.The bra underneath was emerald-green satin, hugging the underside of her breasts while matching lace curved over the tops.Her blush deepened.
“Take your time,” he said.“I don’t mind a slow tease.And don’t forget—you can say ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ at any time.”
“I don’t want to slow down,” she admitted in a whisper.“Or stop.I’m just trying to convince myself that you won’t judge me for not wanting to.”
“Trust me, cupcake, I don’t want to slow down or stop, either.Why would I judge you for feeling the same way I do?”But she was brave to admit it.He was definitely going to reward her for that.“Thank you for telling me, though.”
She looked like she wanted to squirm.It was a good thing they were doing this here and not at the club.Audrey did not seem to be an exhibitionist, though it wasn’t a hard limit for her.He was enjoying being a voyeur, though if it became too much for her, he would step in and help… and enjoy that, too.
Reaching behind her, she undid the hooks of her bra and let it drop away from her body, leaving her naked from the waist up.
“You have beautiful breasts, sweetheart.”Large, rounded on the bottom, pale as cream, and tipped with pale pink nipples he couldn’t wait to redden.
“Thank you?I mean, thank you, Sir.”Her head was still ducked down.
“Look at me, cupcake.”At his order, her head jerked up again.The mottled blush across her cheeks was traveling down her neck, and Mason was fascinated by its movement.“Hold your hands out in front of you, wrists together.”
Her breasts were large enough that doing so pressed them together, creating a deep cleavage.Stepping forward, Mason held her fists gently in one hand while closing the cuffs around her wrists with the other.Snick.Snick.The sound of the latches sliding into place was truly satisfying.
Audrey’s breathing was coming a little faster, a little more shallowly as she stared at her cuffed wrists as though she’d never seen them before.The chain between them jingled as she pulled them, like she was trying to see if the cuffs would hold—they did.
“Hands behind your head, cupcake.Feet shoulder-width apart.Present your breasts to me.”
Her gaze jerked up to his again, and she let out a huff of air, slowly lifting her arms up and putting them behind her head.Because of the cuffs, she had to place her hands close together.The position thrust her breasts out toward him.
And he had permission to touch all he wanted.
Although if he did as much as he wanted, they would be here all night.
That doesn’t sound so bad.
Stepping forward, Mason got into her space, and Audrey's head tilted back to look up at him as he put his hands on her waist and began to slide them up to her breasts.Waiting to see if she would say ‘yellow’ or ‘red’.If she needed a moment to adjust.As his hands moved over her sides, along her silken skin, her pupils dilated, and she sucked in another breath as he palmed her rib cage, then moved up to her breasts.
“Oh…” Her eyelashes fluttered madly.
For the first time, Mason wondered about her past partners.She just looked sosurprised.Had her previous lovers not taken their time with foreplay?With arousing her?
Oh, my sweet, little cupcake.I am going to enjoy devouring you.
