The level of possessiveness that rose inside him as he fondled her breasts, watching her reactions, was shocking.Mason ran his thumbs over her stiff nipples, and she closed her eyes, shuddering as he played with her.
“I’m going to flog these pretty breasts,” he told her, his voice husky with need.“Then I’m going to decorate your nipples with the clamps before I turn you over my knee to plug you and spank you.And then I’m going to flog your shoulders and your pretty little bottom, and once you’re tingling and sensitive all over, I’m going to use the glove on you until you’re begging me to let you come.”
And he was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
ChapterThirty-Two
Audrey
It felt like she was going to spontaneously combust… or melt.She’d never had a man so reverently fondle her breasts, taking his time with them the way Mason was.Like he was enjoying doing so for the sake of doing so, rather than going straight for her nipples or immediately moving on to his next target.Her knees were weak and wobbly, need was pulsing inside her, and she didn’t know what to do.
But she wasn’t supposed to do anything.
She was just supposed to stand there and let him do what he wanted.
Even if she wanted to do something, with her wrists cuffed, her options were extremely limited.
Which meant she could just relax and enjoy it.
When he went through the litany of what he planned to do with her, it felt like she might form a puddle right there on his living room rug.
“Any objections?”he asked in a low, heated voice, his thumbs running over her nipples again.
Audrey shook her head emphatically.
“Consider this enthusiastic consent,” she joked, except it wasn’t really a joke.Anything he wanted to do with her, she was in.
Mason chuckled, which made her want to preen.He gave her breasts a squeeze, and she moaned before whimpering with disappointment when his hands dropped away.Stepping back, he turned and picked up the first flogger she’d touched, the soft one.
Nerves flickered through her.It had been really soft.And he’d said it wasn’t a painful one.But at the same time, he was going to hit her with it.
Hit her breasts, specifically, which were a very tender area.
Even though she trusted him, even though she was incredibly aroused, even though she wanted to try this… she tensed.
The flogger moved through the air, coming from beneath rather than above, and the ends flicked over her breasts.She sucked in without thinking, an automatic reaction, then relaxed when she realized it hadn’t hurt.Maybe a little sting?Not even as much as the first swats he’d given her during her spanking.
“See?”Mason said, smiling.“Not so bad.”
“Not so bad at all, Sir,” she agreed, feeling her muscles unwinding even more.Now she understood why trust was so important, though.The urge to move away from thethingcoming at her had been strong.
“Again.Hold still, cupcake.”
This time, she knew what to expect, and it was easier to hold still.Being called cupcake didn’t hurt, either.She liked the way his voice caressed the endearment.Liked how it also referenced something that was so important to her—her work.Her bakery.
And she knew it was for her.
It wasn’t generic like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘honey’, although she liked those, too.But ‘cupcake’ felt special.
So, it wasn’t hard at all now to hold still while the flogger flicked over her breasts, heating her skin, adding a little sting to the needy arousal coursing through her.It didn’t hurt exactly, but it wasn’t all pleasure, either, and somehow, that felt better than if it had been.
The books were right… there’s a thin line between pleasure and pain.
“Good girl.”
Her insides clenched.Yup.The books were right about that, too.There was just something about being called a ‘good girl’ that did all sorts of naughty things to her body.
“Now, it’s time for the clamps.”
