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“Or I can fuck you right away, and you can come with my cock buried deep inside you.”
“Oh my God,” she breathed out, clenching her thighs together, shaking with anticipation. “The second one. Please.”
Mason had a feeling they were going to get along just fine.
Helping her up as he gained his own feet, he slid her panties the rest of the way down her slender legs. Her sexy little bra joined them on the floor, leaving her totally bared to him at last.
He swept his gaze over her, drinking her in. “Lovely,” he whispered again, holding onto his self-control as much as he could. No matter how much he wanted to bend her over and drive himself into her, he would take his time. Do this right.
Bending down, he plucked the leather cuffs from his row of equipment. “Turn and place your hands at the small of your back,” he ordered, swiftly trapping her wrists in the cuffs when she complied. Then Mason wrapped her golden hair around his fist, sighing softly as she arched her neck back. She was all soft, curving lines, so graceful and petite and perfect. The top of her head only came to his chest, and when he marched her around to the end of the sofa, bending her over the arm, her toes barely touched the floor.
Fuck, he loved how tiny she was. Though he was the tallest Dom at the Manor, he was also significantly slimmer than the other four, his muscles running more toward the wiry end of the scale. Rafe and Camden could probably bench press him with their bulging muscles, and he saw the way guests looked at them. Drool practically ran down their chins.
He wasn’t jealous, exactly, but he relished towering over Addison. He loved thinking how easily he could overpower her, even though he had enough wisdom to know how fucked up that sounded. Perhaps that part of men’s brains hadn’t changed much from the days of cavemen—at least not in men with his particular tastes.
Was it some form of toxic masculinity that made him feel like the biggest, strongest man in the whole fucking world when he had this tiny woman at his mercy?
If so, in this moment, he didn’t give a flying fuck.
Mason pressed against her, grinding the bulge in his slacks against her bared pussy. “You’ve been so well-behaved. Such a good little girl.” His cock jerked at her needy whimper.
Stepping away, he shed his clothing, placing them in a neat pile beside hers. Then he grabbed a long length of black silk, folded into a neat square, from his dwindling supplies on the ottoman.
The silk tumbled down from either side of his palm as he moved up beside her. “I don’t want you to do or think about anything as I fuck you,” he told her, his voice rougher than normal. “I only what you to feel, Addison. Do you understand?”
Turning her head to one side, she looked at him. Her eyes went wide when she saw what he held in his hand. “Y-yes, Master.” Her voice trembled, and it made him want to kiss her so intensely that the rest of her would tremble, too.
Mason pulled her upright by her hair, delighting in her soft hiss of pain. He arranged her hair and tied the blindfold in place with meticulous, practiced movements. To his absolute delight, her whole body did start trembling as he bent her back into place over the sofa arm.
Fucking a naughty girl with a freshly punished ass had been one of his favorite pastimes for as long as he knew such a thing existed.
But this—to fuck this woman who had embarrassed him, denied him, insulted and irritated him...
Christ. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he wanted to fuck her into the ground. Take all his confusion and frustration of the last week out on her pussy.
Finally get back to a place where part of his life made sense again.
Rolling on a condom, Mason moved into place behind her, lining his cock up with her wet heat. “Now be a good girl and take every single inch,” he ground out, shoving his hips forward.
He expected her to moan or gasp or cry out at the sudden, full intrusion. But she didn’t utter even the tiniest of sounds or move so much as a single muscle.
What the hell?
Her pussy was certainly wet enough, so there was no doubt in his mind that she was as turned on as he was. And after all, he gave her a choice. She asked him to fuck her.
Frowning, he pulled back and tilted his hips forward again. Slower this time. Softer, so it barely made a sound when his hips bumped up against her ass. Perhaps the sudden force of it had startled her. He could build up to that. Help her body and mind be truly ready before he fucked her the way he wanted to.
She remained stark still, her shoulders hunched, her face pressed firmly against the cushion. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Pulling out entirely, Mason leaned over her tensed body, wrapping his hands around her upper arms. “Addison?” He started to haul her upright, intent on removing the cuffs and blindfold so they could talk properly.
Addison threw her head back so fucking fast, he didn’t have time to dodge. Her skull cracked against his nose, and he shouted more from shock than actual pain. She crashed back down against the sofa when his hands flew to his face, gently prodding and assessing for damage.
That lasted for about half a fucking second.
Then she kicked and writhed, catching him once in the shin, almost slamming a heel into his groin. “Jesus!” he shouted, leaping out of range at the last possible second. What in the ever-loving fuck was going on?
“Let me out! Let me the fuck out!” She jerked so violently she almost rolled right off the sofa and onto the floor.
