The Real Mason (5 page)

“I’m only going to say this once.” He rested his palm on the angled part of the bench. “Feisty can be cute but outright defiance is not. Either get your ass over here or say stop and go home. The choice is yours, Anna.”

Naked, exposed and more vulnerable than she’d ever felt in her life, she twisted her hands like a lost little kid. “Why are you doing this?” Her voice cracked.

Hard-eyed, he studied her with a stoic mask that showed no mercy. “You picked this path, remember? You didn’t want to talk. You wanted to get it over with. So here we are.”

“B-but—”

“Enough. Get on the bench or say stop.”

That wasn’t what she’d meant and he knew it. Her chin tilted.

He tapped his fingers impatiently on the leather.

It was a standoff.

He glanced over her shoulder, looking meaningfully at something that made her peer behind her. It was then she saw the black iron clock hanging on the wall. Ticking away without mercy or kindness. Relentless.

An eerie silence fell over the room as tension filled the space between them.

Tick, tick, tick.
The sound, now deafening, seemed to punctuate Mason’s growing disapproval.

“Eyes on me, Anna.” An order.

She obeyed without hesitation. Survival instinct.

“It’s not about force.” He said the words with no softness but she thought she detected a flash of emotion in his expression. “You either want it or you don’t. It’s really that simple.”

She blinked. There was nothing simple about it. It changed everything. That little niggling she’d tried so desperately to ignore stubbornly pushed its way to the forefront of her mind.

She straightened her shoulders. She knew what she wanted. Her punishment.

Chapter Five

Mason put the flat of his palm on Anna’s back as she draped herself over the bench. He closed his eyes and listened to her quick, somewhat shallow breath. Felt the fast rise and fall of her rib cage.

Good. A little fear was good, exciting even, but he didn’t want her terrified. His gaze traveled the lines of her spine, down the curve of her waist and ass to tightly clasped legs. “Spread your legs, Anna.”

Muscles tensed under his touch but she opened fractionally.

He smiled at her attempt to obey while doing the bare minimum. “More.”

Those fantastic thighs spread another inch.

“Farther.”

A long, exaggerated sigh before moving her knees apart as far as the bench would allow.

He would have laughed if he weren’t so damn hard and he didn’t desire her so damn much. Cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans, he wondered how he’d make it through the next couple of hours. He’d wanted to take her right up against the wall the second she’d stepped into the house.

He didn’t intend to wait much longer.

He moved to stand by her feet, nearly salivating at the sight of her lush, naked ass propped up ready for use. All that smooth skin spread out like a feast.

The first time he’d seen her naked, all he’d been able to think about was how that pale skin would look after a good paddling. He’d repressed the urge but as the months passed it became an almost overwhelming need. Toward the end, he’d had to clench his hands around the bedposts to keep from smacking the delicate flesh.

There’d be no fighting the urge tonight.

He palmed the plump, rounded cheeks and she flinched. He leaned down and brushed his lips over the curve of her ass. “I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for trusting me.”

There’d been a moment when he’d been sure she’d walk. That one suspended minute when the desire to flee gleamed bright in her eyes. Pure hell. All he’d wanted was to go to her, cuddle her close and promise he’d do whatever was necessary to keep her. But he couldn’t do that, and forced himself to stay still.

Any other action would be a lie. And he’d stopped lying that night at her house two weeks ago.

“I’m scared,” she said, her voice nothing but a soft rasp.

“I know you are.” He studied the pretty pink staining her cheekbones, those full parted lips, the way her curls fanned across the black leather. The perfect picture of submission. If she wasn’t new to this he’d get his camera and capture the expression on her face so she could see it for herself. But there’d be time for that later—if she chose to stay.

He rubbed his hands in circles over her soft, pale skin, increasing his pressure in incremental amounts. Her expression closed. Lids pinched tightly shut as those lush lips closed. She wiggled her hips. Tensed her shoulders and frowned, sending all sorts of signals she wasn’t happy.

He ignored them in favor of the best test of her true feelings about her helplessness. When his fingers slid, effortless, through the wet folds, he bit back a groan. Fuck. She was wet. More than wet. Slippery as hell.

He placed his free hand on her back and swirled over her clit. Her hips jerked and a muffled, strangled sound came from the top of the bench.

The body never lied.

Transfixed by her spread thighs, he wanted that pink cunt so badly he could taste it, open to him like an invitation even while she continued to squirm.

Betraying none of his almost savage lust, he asked casually, “Tell me, are you unhappy lying here? Spread out, waiting to have your ass smacked?”

“Yes,” she squeaked, twisting as though to get away.

He thrust first one then two fingers inside her tight pussy. “Then why do you think you’re excited?”

Her hands clenched where they rested by her head and she tried to close her legs.

“Legs apart.” He slapped her thigh, not hard but enough to reinforce his point.

Instantly she went still. Her nails scraped across the leather.

That ass, pushed high in the air, taunted him. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her ruthlessly. But that would have to wait. He had a lesson to teach. A lesson she was apparently enjoying as much as him. A rush of pleasure and hope threatened to consume him but he contained it.

He couldn’t get ahead of himself. Ahead of her.

“Answer me,” he said, plunging into her silky heat.

She moaned, her knuckles turning white as they curled around the edge of the seat. “Mason.”

He pressed hard and high, stroking her G-spot, increasing his pressure until she trembled. Her hips bucked, and to his surprise, her inner muscles clamped. He slowed his pace, changing his pressure on her clit until it was barely more than a tease. “No orgasms for you yet, girl.”

She made a low annoyed noise, her lids snapped open. She craned her neck, peering over one smooth ivory shoulder to shoot him a dark glare.

She’d always required meticulous care to bring to orgasm, so to find her on the brink and greedy enough to make silent demands was an unexpected pleasure. He raised a stern brow and looked down at her, fighting the grin twitching at the corners of his lips. “Did you just glare at me?”

If anything, her gaze grew more defiant, her chin tilting. Then she did the damnedest, most distinctly un-Anna thing—she circled her hips in his direction, ass moving in a seductive sway.

The little tiger was trying to entice him.

He let a smirk grow, crossing his arms while he observed her. Another swivel of lush hips had her eyes going dark when the edge of the bench brushed over her clit. The light of realization gleamed bright when she saw her loophole. He barely contained his chuckle at the tug of her sly smile as she thought she’d discovered something he’d failed to notice.

The bench had been designed with that in mind but he’d let her have her fantasy. She’d learn soon enough not much got by him. But her mischief continued to delight and surprise him and he loved her even more because of it.

She looked at him with a cocky daring and gave him another tempting wiggle.

In that second, he stopped thinking, stopped worrying. Part of what made him a good Dom was instinct. Something he’d largely ignored with Anna. And right now instinct told him he had a defiant little sub on his hands practically begging to get spanked.

He gave in. Unleashed that ruthless part of him that demanded her begging and helpless. Unable to think. A slave to her own wanton needs. At his complete mercy.

Palm itching, he slapped her ass. Hard. The crack reverberated around the room.

She jerked forward, gasping.

He laughed, a cold, evil sound that had the defiance draining right out of her. He smacked the other cheek, pleased at the color blooming over her pale skin. “Are you going to answer me? Or should I continue?”

She grasped the sides of the bench, peering around at him as though she couldn’t quite believe what she saw.

He smacked her again.

She winced, letting out a hiss. “Ouch!”

“Now, Anna.” Another hard smack.

Her knuckles whitened, creating a stark contrast against the black leather. “That hurts.”

He dipped his fingers into her pussy, gathering her wetness and smearing it on the inside of her inner thigh then delivering another loud slap. “Feels good too, doesn’t it?”

Another hard whack had her jerking, her head falling down to the bench. “God, Mason…” She trailed off when he rained blows from the top of her ass to her inner thighs.

Hand hot, he rested it on the curve of one rosy cheek and struggled to get his breathing under control. His cock impossibly hard, almost painful, he watched the rapid rise and fall of her ribs. Her lids fluttered open and she furtively cast him a glance, shifting her pelvic bone and pressing her clit against the seat. Her hips circled and she moaned, soft and low.

Sweet, innocent Anna brought to the point of needy lust by a spanking. It almost brought him to his knees.

He slapped her thighs. “Do you think I don’t see you grinding that cunt, trying to get yourself off?”

She froze, guilt at being caught flashing across her expression. “Mason,” she said her voice a strangled, anxious cry. “I need—”

He smacked her ass. “You
need
to answer my fucking question.”

Big baby blues blinked, her lips curving, she pressed them together. “I don’t remember the question.”

He squeezed her warm flesh and she hissed. “Why do you think you’re so excited?”

Her rib cage contracted as she took in a deep breath. “I-I really don’t know.”

Smack.
“Try harder.”

Thick lashes narrowed.

Smack, smack, smack.

She cried out. The scent of her arousal clung to the air, intoxicating him.

“Shall I keep going, because I can do this all night?” He palmed her hot skin, rubbing in slow circles before plunging into her cunt. “Believe me, I can stave off an orgasm for hours, until you’re nothing but a hot, needy little slut who will do anything in order to come.”

Her hands curled into a fist and she pounded the bench as her hips bucked to meet his ruthless thrusts. He pulled away when the first telltale signs of orgasm threatened to overtake her. Again he slapped her behind with a vigorous force that left him panting and desperate to claim her.

“It’s wrong,” she squeaked. “Mason. I-I…”

“Why?” When no answer was forthcoming, he slapped one cheek and then the other.

“Ohhh! Ouch. Please.” She squirmed, twisted, ass arching as though begging for another blow.

“Why?” Power and lust pooled together as he walked around the top of the bench and crouched low so they were eye-level.

She stared at him.

He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulled her up and claimed her mouth in a possessive, feral kiss. A low moan rose from her throat, filling his mouth while their tongues tangled together.

There was no surrender in her kiss. No submission. Only raw, defiant hunger that matched his own. A demanding, needy tension that had never permeated their sex threatened his already frayed control. He tore away, still holding tight onto the nape of her neck.

Their gazes met. The blue of her eyes bright with desire. He growled, leaned down and nipped her lower lip. She drew in a stuttered breath.

“Why is it wrong?” His own voice low and guttural. His inner beast so close to the surface it hurt.

“How?” She licked her lip where his teeth had scraped along her sensitive flesh. “How are you doing this?”

“Right now your only job is to do what you’re told.” He tightened his hold in her hair. “Answer my question. Now.”

“It’s dark, and perverse.”

“And this is why you like it?” He reached between her legs and teased her clit, making sure not to apply enough pressure to put her over the edge.

Her pupils contracted as her hips pushed back. “Oh.” A low shuddered moan. “When I was reading…it scared me…” She licked her swollen lips. “But I wanted it. Wanted to know what it felt like to be driven to…” Her gaze darted away. “That.”

“Good girl.” His mouth captured hers, claiming her, leaving no doubt she was his to possess and, if she let him, he could make her darkest fantasies come true. He broke the kiss and said, “Before this night is over, I will own your body. There will be no part of you untouched, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mason.”

“I’m taking it all.” He leaned down to her ear. “Everything.”

“Please.” The submission rang in her voice, seeping into his skin. Her cunt drenched his hand, confirming it wasn’t wishful thinking that made him believe this would work.

He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves around and around but never directly, working her higher. Closer to the edge.

“Oh god,” she said, her voice a reverent whisper, her lashes fluttered closed. “Please, that…” She whimpered. “More.”

He smiled at the demand. “Is my little Anna tired of being such a proper girl?”

“Yes.” A sharp wail filled the air as he thrust two fingers inside her tight pussy. She clamped down so suddenly he had to pull away to keep her from coming.

He slapped her ass. Rained blows over her backside and thighs until her skin glowed a fiery red. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to come?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Yes you do, have you done what I’ve told you?”

“Um.” Her lips pressed together. “Eventually.”

He laughed, plunging into her soaking pussy. She cried out.