MasonsRule-ARe (17 page)

Rather than worry about the future, he returned to the here and now by lifting his hips and sliding in to the hilt.
 

“Oh hell,” he groaned. “I’m not too big baby, you’re just fucking tight.” And not taking her hard was no longer an option.

“Look at me,” he demanded.
 

She turned and met his gaze, her beautiful pussy clamping down on him when she saw his eyes.
 

“Oh God, Mason.”

It was his turn to clench. He forced himself to slide in and out of her with deliberate slowness. As much as he wanted to prolong the fucking amazing sensations between them, he recognized the signs he’d waited too damned long.

Despite her already being chained to the bed, Mason grabbed her arms and pinned them down, using them as leverage to push further inside her.
 

“Goddamn, baby. This is mine. You are mine. You belong to me,” he said as he pulled from her tight clasp as far as he could take it before pounding back into her. “Mine to do whatever the hell I want with, whenever, where ever, I say. Fucking say it, Rebecca.”
 

She stared at him unfocused, her tongue coming out to lick her lips. “Yes, yours. Always yours.” She screamed long and loud, clenching around him so hard his vision wavered from trying to keep his body under control.

“Fuuuuck.” He drove into her again and again, his whole body on fire for the woman underneath him. After a few more strokes he eased back and watched her pussy swallow his cock. Damn, she was hot. It was time to take her to the final level.
 

He slowed his strokes. “I’m going to take this clamp off, baby and you’re going to come really hard.”

She whimpered a little.

Rather than prolong the wait, he freed her tortured clit and tossed the clamp aside, pressing his fingers to each side of the swollen nub. Her anguished cries made his dick harder as he worked to turn that blast of pain into exquisite pleasure.
 

He didn’t wait long.

She struggled with her bonds as her body shook with spasms. Mason stared in awe of his gorgeous sub as she rode his dick. Every muscle in her body was tight, creating unbelievable friction.

As much as he wanted to join her, he forced his release back. Not yet. He wanted to make her fly one more time. He slowed his thrusts and gave her a few minutes to catch her breath. Instead he drew slow rhythmic circles on her stomach until the muscles underneath his fingers no longer quivered.

“Ready for more?”

Her gaze flew to his, fresh panic clear on her face.
 

He laughed. “Guess I should have warned you how hard I planned to use my new pussy.”

Mason grabbed her hips and impaled her. And this time, he didn’t stop as he repeated it over and over again.
 

Faster.

His hips pumped harder until the tension inside them both was about to break.
 

“That’s it baby, look at me. You are so fucking beautiful with an even sweeter cunt. Come for me one more time and I promise we’ll rest.”

Her eyes rolled back and her head swung to the side. He pumped harder and reached for the nipple clamps. With one quick pinch he removed them both and dropped them on her belly as a violent orgasm crashed over her.
 

Mason gave in and released his rigid control to the strong clenches of her pussy. He dug deep in a series of short, hard strokes before his climax shuddered through him in hot spurts of pure bliss.
 

On a groan he filled her one last time and collapsed onto his arms, the aftershocks of her orgasm milking him. His lungs burned as he tried to catch his breath.
 

“Goddamn, baby.” The sweet fragrance of sex and Rebecca filled his head. He was wiped and yet, part of him was ready to do it all over again. To get his head on a little straighter he listened to the hammer of her heart beat and the breath sawing in and out of her body.
 

He enjoyed having her under him and she turned out as amazing and in tune with him as he thought. But the longer he stayed connected like this, the harder it would be to keep their dictated roles defined. It was important to remind them both this was only temporary.

He pulled from her clasp, ignoring her protest and walked into the adjoining bath to dispose of the condom. He returned quickly to find her nearly asleep.
 

“Not yet, baby. I’ve got to get you undone.” He unfastened the buckles on each of her restraints and freed her limbs. Unlike her, he found his body energized and almost ready for more. Learning to acclimate to his control took more of a physical toll on her, whereas the release of all his pent up tension from the last week helped him let go of some of the negative energy his recent absence from the scene created.
 

Basically, he wanted to play.

He had to give her a break though. Mason climbed into the bed and pulled her soft, pliant body against his. Her skin had already cooled, so he rubbed the chilled areas to rewarm her. She fit so well against him it calmed some of the restlessness inside him. He could lie here and enjoy the quiet comfort.
 

Although he couldn’t wait to see how she handled what came next. He spent too much time observing her at Purgatory not to explore her fascination with a public scene. Except the complications in Charlotte meant he had to stay out of the club as much as possible.

That just meant he had to make a different plan...

Chapter Fifteen

Hours after Mason finally fell asleep, Rebecca lay there listening to his even, steady breaths. She placed her hand over his heart and felt the steady beat against her fingers. Her big, strong Dom had an equally big heart somewhere in there. On the outside he was as stern and unyielding as he was beautiful, but on the inside he could be as soft as the rest of them. She got the feeling he ached for some sort of peace as much as she did.
 

After a few more minutes of listening to him, she eased from the bed at a snail’s pace in the hopes she wouldn't wake him. She grabbed his white button-down shirt he discarded across the chair and slipped it over her head. The heady scent of Mason’s essence and his cologne drifted over her. God she wanted to wear his shirt all damn day.
 

She wandered through the jaw-dropping suite, her eyes growing wider in every room. In her lust-hazed gaze when she arrived, she failed to notice exactly what the room entailed. Although room was a ridiculous moniker. The space was larger than the small three-bedroom home she grew up in.

The real surprise was the “extras.” Sure, the bedroom headboard had rings attached and the erotic portraits hanging on the wall screamed sex. But damn. Every room held another element, leading her to believe it easily hosted local play parties for the rich and maybe famous.

In a short but wide hallway, which she hoped led to a bathroom, she discovered an alcove that housed a St. Andrew's cross and a tall, slender human sized cage. What was this place? The lobby and casino floor seemed totally normal as far as casinos went. It was loud and scraped across her sensitive skin. Thanks to Mason, she arrived on edge.
 

She continued past the play area that indeed opened into the largest bathroom she’d ever seen. With her mouth hanging open she wandered, rounding a corner to find the shower. A big beautiful glass shower with, she paused to count, ten different shower heads. Just like the bed, it was fit for an orgy.

Feeling a little overwhelmed by the place, she quickly did her business and hurried out.
 

In the sleek living room, there were several couches and round chairs. The colors were dark grey and black with a few shots of red and purple here and there in pillows and pictures. The sleek vases scattered throughout the apartment were all filled with perfect white roses. Her favorite.
 

Rebecca stopped by the large arrangement on the coffee table and bent over and inhaled, smiling over the abundance of sweet fragrance that often brought bittersweet memories. She didn’t quite know how to handle this kind of opulence. How did one sit on couches made of fabric so expensive it probably cost more than she’d make in a lifetime?
 

When she got a new job that is. She sighed. That tiny dose of reality weighed on her shoulders. There was so much Mason didn’t know about her. Because she’d taken the time to hide it from him.
 

The view from the window pulled her closer. The sun had yet to rise and the pitch black sky reflected the still sparkling lights of the city below her. And damn were they below her. Rebecca leaned forward and pressed her head to the glass and looked down.
 

The cars below looked like toys and the people walking the sidewalks were little more than dots on the illuminated concrete. She imagined friends out partying together. Maybe people who knew each other since high school or longer, traveling to Vegas for a special vacation. Or maybe a group of women or men getting together for one last party before a wedding. Her life could have been like that. If she hadn't fucked up the night her sister was killed.
 

Rebecca sighed. No matter how many times she tried to tell herself it was the killer's fault and not hers, the guilt never truly left. She wished she brought her sister's journal with her. She needed the comforting words written there. The distraction of discovering more about who her sister really was.
 

BDSM had been more than she expected. Mason was patient, and giving and extremely demanding. Her belly swooped at the memory of his gruff voice in her ear talking dirty.
 

He wasn't at all the stuffed shirt executive she half-expected. Nor did he strike her as anything like the Dom her sister wrote about at length. Everything swirled inside her as she tried to compartmentalize what she read versus what she experienced. They were blended together and she was beginning to question what exactly was real.

 
“It's your fault, Rebecca. All you had to do was wake me up that night and your sister would still be with us."

Her mother's angry and tearful accusation was seared so deep into her psyche, it wouldn't let go.
 

Except when Mason had taken her to that special place her sister wrote about. Subspace, she called it. For Rebecca, it was still hazy. But the one thing she really remembered was the quiet she found there. There were no accusations, ugliness or worries. Mason had taken everything from her and in that moment given her a peace she hadn't felt since that late night phone call all those years ago.

Except he didn't know her either. She let him believe the facade she created. He thought she was with him because she wanted a story for the newspaper she worked for. And in reality there was no paper because she no longer had a job or a place to live.
 

Homeless.

Broke.

No Options.

Things weren't exactly turning out like she hoped. Maybe she had a chance of reviving her career in journalism and maybe she didn't. She loved to write. She even loved to dig deep in her research. And when she focused she was damn good at it. Until the guilt took over. And the need to be someone else. Anyone else overrode even her basic common sense.
 

Suddenly a body pressed to her back, interrupting her thoughts as the heat of Mason surrounded her. Rebecca closed her eyes and pictured him. He was so damned beautiful. And perfect in his gruff, demanding way. Dark eyes that had a way of seeing so deep inside her, she didn’t know how she kept secrets. Especially when he cocked that right brow in her direction and demanded she obey. In any other circumstance, she'd fall hard for a man like him.

Except he didn't know the truth.

"What's wrong, Rebecca?" He whispered the simple question into her ear and she shivered.
 

It was natural for him to want to know. Maybe she could give him a little more. Some vague details. But never share it all. He valued his family above all and if he knew everything, he'd make her leave. And then where would she go?

"Couldn't sleep." She tried to keep her voice calm and even, but the words broke despite her best efforts.
 

Dammit.

He trailed his hands up her arms and lifted her hair from her neck. He pressed a kiss to her skin and she wanted to melt on the spot. The man was simply lethal and that's all there was to it.

"Why not? You need rest. I'm not even close to finished with you."

Her sex squeezed at the thought of him tying her up again. Or maybe he wanted to try something more. The suite came equipped. That cross...

"I'm not a big sleeper. Only need a few hours each night." She tried to deflect his questions.
 

Can't tell him the truth. Just can't.

"Bullshit. If you aren't sleeping then I didn't do my job well enough. There's something on your mind and I need to know what it is. I can't do my job properly if I don't have the facts.”
 

She bristled at his repeated use of the word job. First they were getting things over and now she was a job.