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“My entire life,” she responded from the other side of the room. She opened a tall glass refrigerator and then closed it, seeming satisfied. “We grew up together.”

He stared at her backside, wishing he could run his hands over her fine ass instead of just looking. “So you’re friends?”

“The best.”

“Were you ever more than friends?”

Jenna turned around and stared him down. “Yes.” She ambled toward him. “He’s like a brother.” She stopped when she got in his space, and she grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt with both hands. “And he’s gay.”

Mason exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Do I need to add incurable jealousy to the list of quirky things about you?”

“Perhaps.”

She released his shirt with one hand and pulled a long length of ribbon from between his fingers. “What was the point of this exactly?”

“The ribbon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Ribbon has many uses.”

“Yes, it does. I know this. I work with it daily. But what were your thoughts on the subject?”

Mason breathed heavily. Jenna took up too much space. Ironic since she was half his size. Every time he breathed, he inhaled her scent. Roses predominated. She must have them under her skin from working with them so much. She stared at him with lust in her eyes, and her face flushed, probably from her assertiveness.

She said she didn’t want to come home with him, but now she was pressed against him and turning her away was so not an option.

Jenna lifted the length of ribbon between them and went onto her tiptoes to pull it around his neck. “If I’m remembering correctly, you’ve seen me naked more than once, and I’ve yet to be given the reciprocal pleasure.” She ran her hands down his chest, making his heart skip a beat under her caress.

“You saw my chest fine while I was fighting.”

“It’s not your chest I’m so much interested in. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s the most glorious expanse of muscle I’ve ever seen,” she squeezed his pecs with both hands as she spoke, “but I’m quite curious about what lies inside your jeans.”

“Is that so?” He was tongue-tied, completely rendered stupid by her hands on him. His cock had been hard all evening, but now it swelled unnaturally larger, and he feared he would come on contact if she touched him. “You specifically told me you wanted to go home and wrap your mind around this. Now you want me to take my pants off?” He grinned.

When she dragged her hands lower to his waist and splayed them over his six pack, he flinched back out of her reach. “I changed my mind.” She lifted her gaze. “What?” She pouted. “Don’t tell me you’re never going to let me see your cock.”

Her language was bold. He was surprised and pleased all at once. “I’m not in the habit of letting women control my responses to them.”

“There’re a lot of things you aren’t in the habit of, apparently. You’re as full of firsts this month as I am.” She reached for the button on his jeans.

Mason grabbed her wrists. The surest way to embarrass himself would be to let her fondle his cock right now. It wouldn’t end well. Or perhaps, better stated, it would end too quickly. “Somebody is very bold.”

“You like that about me,” she hedged.

“I’ve never liked that about any woman.” Though he couldn’t deny she had him twisted in knots around her pinky.

“I’m not like any other woman you’ve been with.”

Mason pulled her wrists behind her and held them with one hand. He reached for the ribbon around his neck and let it stream in a long length over her shoulder and down her back where he proceeded to use it to tie her wrists together.

He worked from her front, chest-to-chest, so he heard every little noise she made into his neck as he wrapped the ribbon around her wrists several times. She flinched, stiffening when she realized what he had in mind. Her breaths came heavier, and her chest pounded against his.

“Mason, I—”

“Shh. I’ll let you see me, all of me, but on my terms,” he whispered. He tied the ribbon in a knot and then trailed his hands up her arms and cupped her face with both hands.

She gave a little tug and then sucked in a breath.

He watched her face as she realized he didn’t tie her up symbolically. When he wanted his women immobile, he made sure they were indeed secure.

She struggled again.

“Look at me,” he whispered. He didn’t need to raise his voice. He knew the affect his commands had.

She lifted her gaze, and he stroked both her cheeks with his thumbs, holding her head steady.

“I’ll do my best to wine and dine you because I know it’s what you expect from a man, but when it comes to sex, I need to be in charge. I’m still a Dom, through and through. You can’t change that.”

She nodded.

“Besides, if you’d stop struggling for a second, you’d realize how aroused you are.” He lowered one hand down to her breast and cupped the globe. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he covered her breast and squeezed.

She lifted onto her toes and moaned. “Mason.”

“Shh. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. This isn’t a negotiation, and you won’t get what you want from me by begging.”

She sucked her lip between her teeth and nodded.

“See? Easy.” He pinched her nipple through her blouse and bra, watching her face as her eyes glazed with lust.

When she let her lids flutter shut, he spoke again. “Keep your eyes open. Your gaze on mine.”

Her lip popped out when he commanded her to watch him. Her jaw hung open, and she breathed through her mouth.

“If I allow you to address me at any time for any reason, you’ll refer to me as Sir. Understood?”

She nodded.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes…Sir.”

“Good.” He stroked the skin above her breasts and lowered his other hand to work each button through its hole. He held her gaze the entire time.

When her shirt fell open, he pushed the sleeves down her arms and left the soft material to hang at her wrists.

He lowered his gaze. She was just as he remembered from the night of the rehearsal. All glorious white expanse of skin and pink splotches of lust.

He traced a line around the edge of her bra, also pink. Her skin pebbled under his touch, goose bumps rising wherever he trailed his fingertip.

Finally he popped the front clasp of her bra and lowered it down her arms to join the shirt. Her nipples stood at attention, straining forward, and he lightly flicked his finger over each one until she arched into him. “I like this ribbon.” He reached for the long length that trailed down to the floor and picked up the end. As he lifted it in front of her, her breathing increased. Her chest lifted and fell.

Mason dragged the ribbon along her skin, teasing her nipples and the undersides of both globes. “You’re soft,” he murmured. “Stand straight.”

She’d slouched. At his command she lifted her shoulders, and her tits rose also.

“Beautiful.” He loved her breasts. He lowered his mouth and sucked a nipple between his lips. She arched higher. When he bit down on the tip, she moaned.

God, his dick ached. He needed to release it before he exploded.

Letting the ribbon flutter to the ground once more, he popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper.

Jenna’s gaze landed on his hands, and she stood very still as he lifted his shirt over his head and then kicked off his shoes while he lowered his pants. He hadn’t worn anything underneath, and the look on her face was precious.

She licked her lips, and he grabbed her chin to stop her. “You like what you see?”

She nodded.

He firmed his grip.

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

Her eyes widened when he stroked his hand down his length. He moaned at the contact.

Her chest lifted and fell with each breath.

“You want a closer look?”

Her gaze rose to his face. “Yes, Sir,” she muttered.

Mason grasped her shoulders. “Kneel down. I’ll help you.”

She hesitated only a moment and then settled awkwardly on her knees, her face lining up perfectly with his cock. The fellow jumped to attention when her breath hit the tip.

“You may only use your mouth this time.” He worked hard to speak, the words sounding clipped to his ears as she leaned forward and nuzzled his cock with her face. “I said your mouth, not your whole head.”

Jenna inhaled deeply, and the action sent a chill down his legs. She scented him, and he loved it. When she closed the last inch again and licked a line up his cock from the base to the tip, he almost lost it. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

She sucked him between her lips and toyed with the head against her tongue. Her mouth was so hot and her grip so tight…

God that feels good. Better than good
.

The best blow job he’d ever experienced was causing his knees to buckle.

She sucked deeper, and he gripped her shoulders. He hadn’t intended to come, at least not in her mouth, but she was so damn good at sucking him off, he couldn’t stop her.

She lowered over his dick and drew him in deeper.

A groan filled the room, and he knew it was from his own throat. He’d have felt the vibrations if Jenna had moaned around his length.

He was frozen in the moment, so when she increased her speed and grip, he couldn’t even warn her he was about to come. She didn’t seem to care. She simply stayed the course, swallowing every drop of his come as it pulsed into her throat.

Mason gripped the edge of the counter behind her with both hands, leaning forward and praying he would have the strength to keep himself upright.

His ears rang with the intensity of his orgasm, and he could do nothing but concentrate on each breath as she stroked him with her tongue and lips.

Finally he pulled upright and then grasped her shoulders to draw her up in front of him. “Christ, Jenna. That was amazing.” He kissed her mouth, tasting his own salty essence on her lips.

“Thank you, Sir.” She didn’t break the role.

Mason’s cock receded only slightly. The fellow wanted more. It was grateful for the blowjob, but what it really wanted was to slide into her tight sheath and experience her warmth.

Mason set his forehead against hers. “I need to be inside you.”

“Please…Sir,” she mouthed.

Working quickly, Mason undid her white jeans and drew them down her legs while she kicked off her flip-flops. A pink thong grabbed his attention. The triangle of hair at the apex of her sex was still there, but she’d groomed, cutting it shorter and shaving around it since he’d last seen her.

He nudged her feet apart and stroked a finger through her folds, pushing the thong aside. “So wet. Dammit, Jenna… What you do to me…”

Mason yanked the thong down her legs and helped her step out of the scrap of material. Her scent filled the room, or maybe it was the combined heady scent of both of them.

He couldn’t wait. He needed to taste her.

She gasped as he lifted her by the waist and set her on the counter. “You have a thing for islands,” she muttered before she could stop herself. She jerked her face to his and added, “Sir.”

He grinned. “Nice try, but no talking means no talking. I’ll keep track of each infraction.” He lifted an eyebrow and watched her face, knowing what worry she would feel wondering what he might do to punish her.

And he would.

Mason spread her legs wide and lowered his face. He breathed in her scent while she squirmed back on the counter. “Hold still,” he admonished. He gripped her thighs and licked a line from her ass to her clit. “Delicious.”

Holding her steady, he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit the little nub. She screamed out. He’d known she would. Deep panting breaths followed his actions.

Her stomach dipped, hollowing out as he stuck his tongue inside her pussy and drew out her moisture. Like honey on his lips, she was so sweet. He needed her to come in his mouth. Alternating between sucking her clit and stroking into her tight warmth, he set up a rhythm she wouldn’t be able to keep track of. He never stayed in one spot long. When she stiffened beneath him, he trailed to the other location, sucking and licking her until she groaned loudly at the maddening effect.

“Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”

That was all it took. Jenna bucked into his mouth as far as he would allow and shattered. He delved his tongue deep inside her to feel the pulsing of her pussy around his mouth. With his free hand he stroked the folds of her sex while she came down.

“Mason,” she mumbled. “Please.”

“You just came, baby. Hard. Please what?” He was torturing her, and he knew it. And she was also speaking out of turn, but he wouldn’t call it to her attention now.

“Please make love to me. Please…Sir.” She added the last part as her eyes widened.

Mason stood and grazed his fingers over her skin. With her hands secured behind her back, she had to work hard to keep from falling backward.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off the tile as she squealed. “Mason.”

He easily flipped her over and laid her against the counter on her belly. Her breasts were smashed into the cool surface. She moaned.

Mason tugged her closer to him, glad the counter was the perfect height to take her from behind. He would have loved to watch her face, but this first time, if he had too much contact with her, he knew he’d blow too soon.

He kneeled down and grabbed his jeans, extricated a condom from his pocket, and ripped the foil pack open with his teeth. Sheathing himself faster than ever, he lined up with her pussy and pressed into her in one long thrust.

Jenna gasped.

He had to grip her waist to keep her from sliding forward.

A low moan escaped her lips and vibrated against the counter.

Mason held her legs wide and pulled out only about halfway before he couldn’t stand her absence and thrust back in. “God, woman. You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He held her firmly, pursing his lips at the same time.

Her back stretched long in front of him, the expanse of pale skin making him lick his lips. He held steady for a moment and trailed the tip of one finger up her spine until she arched and writhed beneath him.