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She knew that wouldn’t happen, so she did everything else she could. Her breath came in harsh pants as she bucked and twisted, desperate for as much sensation as she could take from him.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, and at last, he lifted his fingers higher.
Her orgasm crashed through her almost instantly, the explosion so fast and intense that tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Head thrown back, she stared up the length of the chain as her whole body thrashed with pleasure.
When the final shudders passed through her at last, he dipped his fingers into her achingly empty pussy, then brought them up to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he tasted her for the first time, sheer ecstasy in every line of his face. “I could lick you for hours,” he ground out, groaning, eyes still closed.
Um, yes please.
His eyes slid open, the inferno blazing in them hot enough to burn her. “We can try that later. For now, it’s time for my pleasure.”
Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he tapped the screen a few times. Before she knew what was happening, the chain started to coil back up into the ceiling, her wrists still attached to it.
“Hey!” she shouted, eyes widening with panic. “Stop! I?—”
The mechanism halted abruptly, leaving her dangling with only the very tips of her toes brushing against the floor.
Circling around her, Mason pressed his body against hers from top to bottom. “Did you just try to give me an order?” he breathed against her ear.
“I—” She stopped herself before a lie spilled from her lips. Mason had made it abundantly clear what would happen if she ever lied to him again.
“Mmm,” he murmured, running his hands down her sides with a tortuous, featherlight touch. When the muscles in her lower abdomen spasmed, he froze for a moment, then did it even more slowly. “Are you ticklish, Ms. Walker?”
She did not like the barely restrained glee in those words. Not one fucking bit.
“Please,” she said, choosing not to answer his question. “I did everything you said. You said good girls get what they want.”
Wrapping her hair around his fist, he yanked her head back, leaning over her to kiss her exposed throat just above the collar. “So I did,” he whispered against her skin, kissing her again, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Addison closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations running riot in her body. The post-orgasmic leaden feeling in her muscles and the tingling across the surface of her skin. The prickle in her scalp as he tightened his hold on her hair. The lingering burn from the riding crop lashing her skin. The ache in her shoulders as she dangled mercilessly from the ceiling. The hot, wet kisses that set off a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.
God, it was too much. She didn’t know how much longer she could last without his cock buried deep inside her.
When he snaked his free hand around her, giving her nipple a ruthless twist, her desperate cry finally did the trick. Releasing her, he shed his own clothing in a matter of seconds, tossing them on the sofa without folding them. He stood in front of her in all his naked glory, the shallow, V-shaped grooves between his hips and groin making her literally salivate.
And his cock...sweet fuck, it was even better than she remembered. Long and thick, jutting out from his hips in the most inviting way, pre-come glistening in the sunlight.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she imagined him pushing his length into her mouth. She’d fall to her knees right now and beg for the privilege if he didn’t have her cuffed to the chain.
Before she got too carried away, Mason grabbed her ass with both hands, hoisting her up and pressing her back against the window. Relief flooded through her as most of the pressure left her shoulders. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his spectacular ass.
Pinning her against the glass, he pulled back only enough to line his cock up with her entrance. Then he surged forward, his whole length filling her with a single hard stroke.
Addison threw her head back against the window and screamed. Too much. Way too much.
But also not nearly enough.
“Harder,” she pleaded, wishing the chain had enough slack to wrap her arms around his neck. How she longed to dig her fingernails into his skin.
With a fierce growl, Mason did as she asked, fucking her with so much force, a tiny part of her brain feared the window might crack. Not that she gave a flying fuck. She couldn’t fall anyway with the chain connecting her to the ceiling. It would be worth being fucked right through the glass as long as it kept feeling this fucking good.
“You’re mine.” He pressed a possessive hand against her throat, pushing hard enough to steal her breath. “You’re fucking mine.”
“Please, Master,” she panted back. “I’m so close. Please let me come again.”
His answering snarl almost sent her over the edge. One hand holding her to the glass by the throat, the other digging into her hip, he fucked her with abandon, rolling his hips at the end of each thrust so his pelvis ground against her clit.
So. Fucking. Good.
