“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Shelby?” God, he didn’t know if he could stop now if she demanded it. He’d have to tease her into accepting the inevitable.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Say it like you mean it,” he ordered as he put the head of his dick at her entrance.
“I want you to fuck me!” she yelled, and strained against her restraints.
Mason rubbed his cock up to clit, let the head rub it before positioning it back at her core. “Beg.” He spanked the side of her ass. Pushing her, testing her.
She moaned and shook her head in denial, but she wiggled her ass as much as she could against his dick.
He swatted her again and again. “Beg for it, damn you!” He continued his punishment—punishing her for not obeying and punishing himself for needing it so badly, for waiting even a second longer than necessary to take her. His hand burned from his assault on her ass until she screamed.
“Fuck me, please. Please! Do it!”
Mason shoved into her hard and fast as he came over her, his chest against her back, his mouth at her ear as he grunted with the force of his thrusts.
“God, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she moaned, trying to push back into his thrusts. She would have to learn to give control over to him completely, but he’d save that battle for another time.
She was squeezing the life out of him as he fucked her, her pussy the tightest little heaven he’d ever experienced. Perfect.
“Ahhh, I’m gonna come,” she warned. He knew with the first one out of the way, her subsequent ones would come fast and furious. She hadn’t really asked if she could. They’d work on that later, too.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my hard cock.”
He reared up, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her forcefully one, two, three times, and then she started screaming again. Only, this time, he’d felt the telltale clenches right before she exploded.
Like a madman, he kept thrusting into her, lost in her heat, out of his mind with need. Within moments, she was coming again. She’d muttered out a similar warning, but this time, it was too much for him.
Mason bellowed as he came deep inside her while she crashed over again, the feeling of something being ripped from his soul almost too much to bear. He kept pumping until he’d emptied all he had to give into the condom and then collapsed over her, panting, drained of more than just the physical evidence of his release.
He kissed her shoulder and noticed the glaze in her eyes. He didn’t have time to rest just yet, the sense of duty washing over any feelings of exhaustion. He quickly pulled out and took care of the condom, unlatched her restraints, and scooped her up into his arms. He walked over to the couch and snagged the blanket before sitting. He wrapped it around her as best he could and held her to him as he gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair. She was completely limp as she stared off into the room, not seeing.
Her first time playing, and she’d reached subspace, the epitome of submission, and she’d achieved it. Because of him.
This hadn’t gone as he’d planned. He wasn’t going to touch her, so there hadn’t been a possibility of them having sex. At the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care, though. Oh, he’d berate himself later for not being stronger. Right now, he needed to tend to Shelby. He held her to him and murmured soft words of praise until she finally looked up at him, so open, vulnerable. In this moment, she was true perfection, and his chest tightened almost to the point of pain as he gazed at her.
It was a reaction he quickly ignored.
Someone was screaming.
Shelby was flying, soaring into the clouds as fireworks exploded in the distance. But the screaming was still there. She didn’t care. She was airborne, the air whistling around her as she reached new heights, peaks she hadn’t even dreamed of discovering before this very moment.
Then quiet filled the space around her. She was shifting, the world tilting around her.
Warmth. She was wrapped in a layer of something soft, pillowing around her while hot air fanned her, blanketing her in comfortable heat. The air was moist with a hint of masculinity. Breath? Was something breathing on her? She blinked and looked to the side. She was in a room that wasn’t unfamiliar. She looked to the other side and saw eyes peering down at her.
“Welcome back, pet.”
Master.
No. Mason. Mason Showalter. The man she was investigating. She looked down and noticed the red blanket wrapped around her as if she was a swaddled baby. She shivered as she tried to move.
“No, Shelby. Just relax. You’ve experienced something powerful. Just breathe for me.” He gently nudged her head back to his chest. “Breathe,” he whispered.
She did because she didn’t know what else to do. She felt confused…but at peace. She also felt something else when she shifted. Her rear end was on fire. That really big man had used various implements to spank her. At first, she’d tried detaching herself so she could just get through the night. She’d told herself she wouldn’t do that, that she would fully immerse herself in this experience, but that had been when she thought Mason would be the one dealing out the sexual torture. The game had changed. But even her newly found determination to distance herself from the other man hadn’t lasted long. She quickly found herself sinking into the abyss with the onslaught of his ministrations. She looked around again, but didn’t see him.
“Where’s Master Rafe?” she muttered, mostly to herself.
“He left a while ago, Shelby.”
She nodded as her brain fast-forwarded to that moment, and then she gasped, her head whipping in Mason’s direction. She stared at him as
