MasonsRule-ARe (16 page)

A memory of her sister sneaking in through her window at night hit her suddenly. Rebecca quickly shook it away, determined not to go there right now. She was in an unbelievable suite, with a gorgeous man in the wildest city in America. This was her time.

Mason nodded his head pushed her out of his arms. "Go. See."

She didn't hesitate again. The windows across the room beckoned her. The sun was beginning to dip behind some of the buildings in the distance and she could see a mile of neon starting to light up the buildings below.
 

"Wow. It's so beautiful."

"You sound surprised."

"I am. Vegas is supposed to be the armpit. Not a gorgeous oasis in the middle of the desert."

"It can be. It depends on how you look at it. It's a flashy, often gaudy tourist town. But there's an energy here like no other place in the world. There's also an underlying despair that you have to be careful of. Many people come here with unrealistic dreams and the reality knocks them so far down, they never find their way up again."

"But not you?" She turned back to look at the man who continued to surprise her. There were so many layers to him. She doubted she'd get to see half of them in thirty days. All of which happened to be going by way too fast.
 

A little of that melancholy he spoke of settled in her bones. Thirty days. She couldn't stop thinking about it. What would she do then?

There was nothing left for her. The time he’d given her during the day gave her ample time to hunt for a new job. Unfortunately no one seemed interested in hiring her. She’d also had to clear out her apartment into the back seat of her car. Thank God Mason has seen fit to have it parked at his building. Either way she looked at it, she was headed for rock bottom.

Maybe her former friends and employer were right. Her obsession had gone too far. She needed a fresh start far away from the past. Maybe somewhere like here.
 

Except for the complication that had become Mason Sinclair.

He was possessive and demanding and straightforward and to her surprise she loved every one of those traits. He made her feel secure and it was impossible to put a price or a time limit on that kind of thing.
 

Although that's exactly what he'd done. They only had a little more time.

Mason stepped forward and cupped her jaw. "Why do you look so sad all of a sudden? Vegas is beautiful, remember?"

"No. Well, yes. But I wasn't thinking about Vegas. I was thinking about you. You're beautiful."

"Babe," he pulled her into his arms and wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders. "You threaten to break me when you say things like that. I am not beautiful. My life is so ugly and complicated. If anything is beautiful around here it's you."

"Mason—" Maybe if she told him the truth...

"Shh. I'm serious and I don't want you to argue with me."

She bit her lip and nodded into the crisp fabric of his expensive suit.

"I want to give you so much, Rebecca. You have no idea. There's still a lot about me you don't know and I imagine that frustrates you, but trust me, not knowing is for your own good. Maybe we'll get there eventually and maybe we won't. But right now, I'm going to take what I want and fuck the real world."

He grabbed her shoulders. "Eyes on me, Miss Adams." His voice changed, deepened.

"The rest of your tour is going to wait. I want you to go into the bedroom at the end of the hall. Remove everything from your body and get in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard, legs spread as wide as you can get them.”

Chapter Fourteen

Mason took a deep breath as he gave Rebecca time to follow his orders. He crossed to his luggage and retrieved his toy bag from the neat stack next to the closet. He took his time gathering supplies, knowing the waiting would be killing her by now. She wasn’t the most patient sub he’d ever met.

He entered the softly lit bedroom and smiled. She’d managed to light a few candles before getting into place. It gave a nice affect. He turned his gaze to the bed and froze.
 

Clearly some of the sass from earlier in the day had not left her. She sat in the bed with her legs open wide as he requested but she had not removed all of her clothing. Her bra and panties still covered her body.

“You didn’t follow all of my directions, Miss Adams.”

She bit her lip and tried to hide a smile. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Ha.
He didn’t believe she was contrite for a second. “Uh huh.”

He slowly prowled to the bed and placed his toy bag at the end.

“What’s that?” she asked.

He didn’t bother to answer. Instead he began removing items one at a time and laying them out in front of her. Condoms and lubricant. Nothing too shocking.
 

She smiled.

Next he reached for the handcrafted velvet wrist and ankle cuffs and tossed them between her legs. “Put them on.”

She grabbed them and ran them along her inner thigh to her pussy and then up her torso.
 

He growled.
 

While she buckled them to her ankles and then wrists, he dug into his bag for more goodies. He’d come well equipped for this trip and big plans for their vacation.

After how well she responded to the nipple clamps during their first scene he was ready to use those again with a little added bonus. He laid the Y shaped chain with three clips front and center of the other items so she wouldn’t miss them.

A pair of scissors.
 

And last but certainly not least, he pulled two butt plugs out in two different sizes, small and medium. She could wonder which one he planned to use.
 

She finished with her bindings and returned to her original position, legs spread. Good but not good enough.
 

Mason shoved the pair of scissors into his pocket and headed to the nightstands where he pulled long heavy chains from the top drawer. He proceeded to fasten her wrist cuffs to one end of the chain and the other to the far corner of the wide bed. This left her arms spread out with just enough give for her to adjust to a more comfortable position when necessary.

He repeated his efforts with her ankles until he was satisfied she was securely fastened. “You have your safeword, Rebecca. You will use it if you need to, is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded husky and rich with arousal.

Mason reached forward and caressed her cheek. “You look beautiful, babe. But you need to learn that commands are not suggestions. When I ask you to do something, I expect it done.”

He pulled the scissors from his pocket and cut through her bra, allowing her breasts to spring free.
 

“Much better.” Having her half naked and chained to the bed was already getting to him. His whole body ached with want for her. And he could already fucking smell her delicious arousal. It drove him insane.

The look on her face was even better. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted and her skin flushed a pale pink. She looked so damned vulnerable it almost undid him.

He pushed his hand through her hair and tugged her head to the side. He watched her eyes closely and was pleased to see no alarm or real fear. Only nervousness.
 

He ran his fingers down the side of her face and neck, her bared breasts and around her waist. “No more waiting,” he said, his hand tightening in her hair.

She whimpered, the sound going straight to his cock.

He kissed her hard, rough, pouring all his frustration into his lovely submissive. The chains rattled at her hands as she squirmed and writhed. He moved down, nipping at her skin until he enveloped one of her taut nipples.
 

“Mason,” she cried, her chest shuddering with ragged breaths.
 

He thrust his hand between her legs and ripped at the thong barring him from his desire. She gasped when the fabric ripped. “You should have taken them off.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Oh, you will be, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” He pulled the hood back from her swollen clit and slowly circled the sensitive bud, using her moisture to increase the friction. He ruthlessly teased and tormented her, while making sure she never got close to what she needed to get off.

“You must like this so far, you’re good and wet.” Her beautiful pink folds were puffy with desire and impossible to resist. He pressed two fingers through the seam and up inside her. He twisted and turned his hand, immensely pleased when her pussy clenched around him.

“I hope you know. Whether this lasts ten minutes or an hour it isn’t going to matter. I intend to fuck you so hard there’s not a chance in hell you won't be screaming for more.”

He leaned forward and licked her exposed flesh. It was time to take this up a notch. His fingers slid free and he grabbed the chain with the clamps.

“I’ve brought you something extra for tonight.” He held up the chain and let it sink in where that third clip might go.
 

“Is that for my—”
 

He pinched the bundle of nerves in question. “Right here, babe.”

“Umm, I don’t think I want to try that.”

“I don’t recall asking you what you want. I’ve already discovered pain makes you come hard. This should make that even better.”

She didn’t look like she believed him but she wisely kept her mouth shut.
 

Even though she didn’t really need any more preparation, he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, lashing it with his tongue before biting down.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

Satisfied she was more than ready, he fastened the first clamp to her distended nipple.
 

She sucked in air through gritted teeth, raising her hips from the bed.
 

To minimize her from thinking too hard, he quickly fingered the other nipple and added the second clip.
 

“Ohhh God.” Her hands gripped the chains keeping her attached to the bed and pulled them tight.
 

“Mmmm. You are way too much fun.” He was about to explode.

“This is not fun,” she said.

“Liar.” He tugged on the chain between her breasts and watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. Before she recovered from that little jolt of pain, he teased each side of her clit before placing the final clamp as close to her body as possible. He’d adjusted the tension to the least amount of pressure and still her legs shook.

“I’m on fire, Sir. Oh shit it’s too much.”

“Breathe slow, baby. You’ll be fine.” She looked lovely and they were only halfway there.
 

Fuck it. His balls were aching too much to wait any longer. He shoved from the bed and removed his clothes, donned a condom and moved back between her outstretched legs.
 

He studied her body, marveling at the beauty before him. With her skin flushed red and her pussy slick with moisture she was as ready as him. “You got lucky tonight my pretty little sub. I won’t be shoving anything up your ass this go round.”

He pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy and teased her wet flesh. She shuddered and pulled at her chains at the same time lifting her hips. It was easy to forget in the moment that she had no control over her limbs, and the shocked look on her face every time she realized it made him smile.

“While your ass might be safe for the moment, I do look forward to having your pretty little mouth on my cock before the night is over.”

Mason teased her pinched clit with his tip and then slid into her.
 

“Oh. Ohh.
Too much
” She was grabbing her chains and trying to scramble away from him. Mason grabbed her waist and pinned her down.
 

“You’re doing fine, Rebecca. Just keep breathing. Your body is more than ready for this.
 

She shook her head, panic evident in her face. “No, It’s too big.”

He grabbed her nipple chain and tugged just enough to get her attention.
 

“Ahhhhh,” she moaned, her muscles tightening around him.
 

He grit his teeth against the overwhelming need to start pounding into her. She needed a little more time to adjust.
 

“Trust me, beautiful. Let the pain transform.”
 

“But I can’t.”

“You can. Stop thinking so much and trust me.”

She nodded her head, but her muscles were still wound tight.
 

He shifted his hips a fraction and watched her eyes change from fear. “That’s it. Give yourself to me.”

The knot of need in his stomach grew bigger as he watched her relax bit by bit. She was accepting his control. Understanding he would provide whatever she needed. In this moment, she belonged solely to him inside and out.
 

Fuck the contract.
 

Mason wondered again if he’d ever get enough. With her pussy surrounding him like a hot, silken vise and her mind giving in, he didn’t know if he could ever let her go.