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He couldn’t hold back any longer. He held her steady again at the waist and rocked into her over and over. She panted, her mouth open with her face to the side. Her eyes were shut.

Finally, he pressed in to the hilt and held steady. He came hard, pulsing deep inside her as she stiffened around him and let her second orgasm rip through her own body.

She stretched out long and gripped his cock with her pussy.

When they both came down from so high a platform, Mason had trouble catching his breath. With shaky fingers, he untied Jenna’s wrists and rubbed the fair skin, now pinkened from the ribbon.

As she pulled her arms up next to her head, Mason leaned his torso along her back and luxuriated in the feel of her skin against his chest. He kissed a trail along her shoulders, brushing her hair out of the way with his chin.

Finally he straightened, let himself slip from her tight sheath, and lifted Jenna with him until he had her spun around and sitting once again on the edge of the tile. He took her mouth in a long kiss that tore at his soul, leaving him exhausted.

Jenna gripped his shoulders. She held him a few inches from her face. “May I address you now, Sir?”

He smirked at her haughty tone and leaned in to nip her lip with his teeth. “You may, but in the future I wouldn’t use that tone with me so soon after sex. I might not feel so lenient.”

Jenna trailed her hands down his chest and flattened her palms on him. “You make my mind turn to mush.”

“Good. I could say the same about you.”

“So, if I agree to let you dominate me, what would I have to do?”

His chest tightened. “Follow my lead.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll discuss it as we go along.”

“I liked what we just did—a lot.”

He chuckled. “I could tell.” He kissed her forehead. “It won’t always be so…vanilla, though.”

“That was vanilla?” She raised a brow.

“Yes. Compared to what I normally expect from a sub.”

“Keep in mind I’m not a normal sub. I’m new to the game. Have patience with me.”

“Always.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face.

“Will you be doing this with other people?” She held still as she asked.

Mason lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes. “Never. As long as I’m with you, there will be no other women in my bed.”

She sighed and glanced around the room. “I wish we were there now. The last thing I want to do is drive home. You wore me out.”

Mason tweaked her cheek and stepped back. “You need your sleep. I kept you up too late.” He glanced at his watch. It was actually only ten. “Can I drive you home?”

“No. I need my car to get back here in the morning.” She cringed as she lowered herself to the ground.

Mason turned around and deposited the condom in a tall lined trashcan. He grabbed a tissue from the shelf behind the trash and cleaned himself up. Perfect. Handy.

“As much as I’d love to do this again up against the refrigerator, I’m going to pull my pants on and see you out before it turns into all night, and we both go to work with droopy eyes tomorrow.”

He wasn’t kidding. He could go for another round right now. He was that into her. She had a grip on his heart he couldn’t quite believe yet.

Instead, he dressed himself and helped her right her clothing. He grabbed the ribbons off the counter on the way out and walked her to her car. A sweet kiss on the lips, and he settled her in her car to watch her pull away before he groaned out loud and dragged his weary body to his Camaro.

Jenna bounced in to work the next day with an extra pep in her step.

Mariel was there early and chuckled at Jenna’s good mood. “He was that good, huh?”

“Ah, so David told you about Mason.”

“Yep. I’m happy for you if he’s the one who put that smile on your face. Did he send the roses and chocolates also?” Mariel pointed at the two items on the counter. The ribbons were gone. Jenna shuddered to consider what Mason had in mind for them next time she saw him.

“
Send
isn’t a very accurate description since the roses were from my own fridge, and the chocolates came from next door. But yes.”

The day went by quickly, and at five o’clock Jenna got a text from Mason.

Got your number from Katy. I had a great time last night.

She nearly shit. That was all he said. She saved his number in her phone and replied.

Glad you’re so resourceful. Same here
.

Jenna closed the shop and headed home. When she got there, Katy was sitting on the stoop outside her apartment. She had a grin on her face that said she knew at least some of the details.

“Wow, news travels fast,” Jenna said as she opened the front door.

“Yeah. Rafe called me from work this morning. He said Mason had taken you on a date last night. A date? Really?”

“Yes. If by date you mean dinner and a delicious fuck in the back of the store, then yes.”

“Are you serious?” Katy clapped her hands as they shut the front door. “He actually made love to you. That’s so romantic, and so not like him. Maybe he won’t disappoint you after all.”

“We’ll see. He did assure me that wasn’t his usual way of handling women. I’m not sure he isn’t humoring me.”

“Still, it’s progress. I’ve never known him to date any woman. He’s had subs at the club that he entertained himself with for brief stints each, but never anything long term.”

Jenna could only hope she wasn’t in over her head and setting herself up for disaster. “I’m cautiously optimistic.”

“Good. When are you seeing him again?”

“He didn’t say.” Jenna led the way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the counter. “Wine?”

“Of course.” Katy reached into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of glasses. “Hmm. So no plans for the next date.”

“Don’t read too much into it,” Jenna pleaded. “He’s figuring things out same as me.”

“Let’s go shopping,” Katy shouted.

Jenna leaned back. “Shopping. What on earth for? That’s so out of the blue.”

“Not if you’re shopping for fetishwear so you can impress your man for the weekend.”

“Ah. That.” The idea made Jenna nervous. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the intensity of the club.

“Scared?”

“Yes.” She set the wine down and twisted her hands in front of her. “What if I can’t live up to his standards?”

“Do you know how funny that sounds coming from you?” Katy laughed. “His standards? What if he can’t live up to yours?”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Seriously? Did you just say that?”

Katy swatted at her arm playfully. “You know I’m kidding. But you have to see the humor in it. Do you think good old Mom and Dad would find Mason to be up to
your
standards?”

“Not a chance in hell, but you know I’m not like that.”

“I know. As for Mason, better to know that now rather than later, right?”

“Ugh. Why do you always have to be so damn astute?”

Katy giggled. “Let’s go. We’ll eat dinner on the way, and you can tell me all about how sexy Mason’s chest is.”

“Hey, you just got married. You shouldn’t be looking at Mason’s chest.”

Katy grabbed Jenna’s arm and tugged her back to the front door. “A girl can look.”

“Haven’t you seen his chest a number of times at fights?” Jenna grabbed her purse on the way out.

“Yes, but it’s so much better through your eyes.”

Caught up in the giddiness of her friend, Jenna let Katy drag her to the largest fetish shop outside of town. They wandered around inside for an hour while Katy educated Jenna on everything from nipple clamps to violet wands.

By the time they entered the fitting room with a bustier and a garter belt, Jenna was shaking with nerves. Could she do this?

“What if he asks more of me than I can give? I’m not close to ready to strip in public like you did last week,” Jenna called through the curtain of the fitting room.

“Then you’ll have to tell him. He’s a reasonable guy.”

Jenna peeked out the slit in the curtain and stared at Katy. “Reasonable and Mason don’t belong in the same sentence. That’s an oxymoron.”

“Yeah, but he’s totally into you. I think he’ll lighten up.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. If he tries to be someone he isn’t, sooner or later it will catch up to him, and we’ll fight. I’ll lose.” Jenna opened the curtain and stood before Katy, knowing this was the most ridiculous getup she’d ever donned. “This isn’t fit for public consumption.”

“Why not? It’s covering all your vital parts.”

Jenna looked down. “Which parts? I’m almost naked.”

“Nipples. Crotch. That’s all that really matters.”

“Okay, nipples barely.” Jenna hoisted the front of the corset up higher, the shelf for her breasts reaching only millimeters past her areolas. “And the only thing covering my crotch is my own thong. I kinda like the garters, though. They feel sexy.”

“You look fabulous.”

“Okay, but I’m not ready to wear this in public. Let me try something else for a starter outfit.”

Katy pouted, but consented and turned to grab something more modest off the rack. When she returned, Jenna was impressed. “Shit, that’s smokin’. Do you think it will fit?” She ducked back inside and stripped off the tight bustier.

The new ensemble was a one-piece dress consisting of a supple, black leather bikini top that would cover her breasts as well as any bra. The bottom half was also black leather, a skirt that was short and tight. But as Jenna wiggled into it, she decided it covered all the essential parts, reaching barely below her butt cheeks and starting above her pubic hair. The center was a mesh tulle that was totally see-through and sexy as hell.

Jenna opened the curtain again, and Katy gasped. “I love it. That’s so hot.”

“What will Mason think?”

“He’s going to eat out of your hand.”

Why do I doubt that?

Mason texted Jenna every day that week. He invited her to accompany him on Friday evening to watch him fight and then head to the club again. It seemed he did that often.

He didn’t suggest seeing her again during the week, but he was incredibly busy by her standards. The man worked out every night at the gym. Jenna had never known anyone so dedicated.

On Friday he picked her up at home. She wore black jeans, a black top, and the same fuck-me heels from last week, this time chosen by herself.

Mason eyed her with a grin from head to toe and kissed her on the cheek. “You look fantastic.”

“You look like you’ve been beaten.” She cringed. His eye had a cut above it and his cheek was blue.

“Rafe didn’t treat me well in the gym yesterday. It’s okay.”

Jenna followed him to his car.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Stuff.” The dress she intended to wear later was conveniently wrinkle free and she tossed it in the back seat when he opened the car door. “For later. Don’t peek.”

Mason did turn around with a frown when he settled into his own seat. “I don’t like secrets.”

“You’ll like this one. Just drive.” She had no idea where she was going to change, but she intended to figure it out sooner or later.

The arena was more crowded than last week, and Jenna felt more confident than seven days ago too. She’d studied the sport this time and at least knew the difference between grappling and striking. Whoever sat near her in the girlfriend zone couldn’t accuse her of being ignorant this time.

Mason was quieter than usual. He didn’t say much on the drive nor in the locker room. When Byron came to get her, she felt uneasy. “Good luck. See you on the other side.”

Byron led her down the same hall as last week.

Jenna stopped him as they approached the noise. “Is everything okay? You’re both very hushed.”

“It’s a stiff competition this week. Mason has lost to this guy twice, and he doesn’t like to lose.”

Jenna nodded.

“And we don’t usually have two competitions in a row like this. So, Mason is more tired than usual.” Byron strolled away, leaving her to enter the arena and find her seat.

She was later this time. The previous match ended soon after she took a chair in the same corner as last week.

The woman who sat in the seat next to her got up and left as soon as the competition ended.

Jenna wrung her hands as she waited. The crowd was lively. Surely all these people didn’t know the fighters? Was it so popular watching men beat each other up that everyone flocked to the arena on a Friday night?

The announcer called the next competition, and Mason stepped into the cage. He strolled over to the corner, but he didn’t look at Jenna at all.

It’s okay. He’s concentrating. He’s in a zone. Let it go
.

She felt uncomfortable alone in the stands without a Shelly to guide her. She knew more, but she also had the opportunity to really study the sport this time. What the hell was she doing following a fighter around? This was so unlike her.

The bell chimed, and Jenna jerked in her seat. She stood and angled around the others milling in the front row to see over their heads.

From the first moment, it didn’t look good. Mason took a hard hit to the left side of his head, and then he went down for several seconds. The other guy lay on top of him, grappling for domination. Mason didn’t give up, but by the time the five minutes were up, he was struggling. He staggered to his seat, and Byron wiped him down with a towel.

Jenna wanted to scream. What the hell did he want to do this for? And why was she watching?

She was crazy.

She sat on her hands for the entire minute and then stood reluctantly when the bell chimed again. The insanity continued. Mason avoided several hits with his signature bullfighting move, but his opponent was on his game. The man kept coming and coming until Mason was backed up against the fence. Blood ran down his face and dripped from his arm.

Jenna wanted to vomit, or close her eyes. Either way, this wasn’t her cup of tea. She’d been kidding herself all week. She’d never be able to do this on a regular basis. Last week had been different. Mason had won. He’d had the upper hand almost from the start. But this… This was reality. Sometimes he would lose.