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“Good morning, Sir.” Hannah made her way to the coffee urn and poured herself a mug. As she was helping herself to a blueberry muffin, Mason opened the novel to an earmarked page and read aloud.
He snapped the lash sharply across the top of her left breast, leaving a line of fire in its wake.
She gasped as pain and pleasure crackled and popped along her nerve endings like fire in a grate. Again and again, he flicked the whip against her tender flesh, each stroke taking her deeper into subspace until she was trembling from head to toe, the word, “More” balanced on her tongue.
“You need this,” he murmured, running his fingers lightly over the welts that crisscrossed her breasts. He drew a sensual circle around one distended nipple, pulling another moan of raw lust from her lips before she could clamp them shut.
His laugh was low and sexy, his eyes sparkling with lust. “And still you want more, don’t you? You want me to whip your cunt.”
Mason glanced at Hannah as he read, curious to see her reaction. At first, she barely seemed to be paying attention as she walked toward the table, mug and muffin in hand. Then, pausing in her tracks, she tilted her head, a quizzical expression moving over her face.
He continued to read.
“Yes,” she breathed, caught in the thrall of his power, too far gone in the moment to resist this charismatic man in any way.
He gave the wheel another slow spin, causing her to rotate once more from an upright position. The Master crouched low beside her so their faces were level. Gently, he cupped her cheek. Looking into her eyes, he commanded, “Beg me. Beg me for what you need.”
“Please, Sir,” she begged, unable to help herself. “Whip my cunt, Sir.Please.”
“As you wish,” he said, another cruel, sexy smile curving his lips. Rising to his feet, he positioned himself in front of her. But instead of the wicked bite of the whip, he moved his fingers over her spread sex. She was so aroused by the man and the circumstance that she nearly came on the spot.
Mason glanced again at Hannah, amused at her expression. Her mouth had fallen open and a rosy flush stained her throat and cheeks. “Oh, my god,” she said, laughing. “It took me a minute. You’re reading from one of my books. Have you ever considered narrating audiobooks?That gravelly deep voice will have the ladies swooning.”
“Quiet, wench,” Mason scolded, though he was grinning. “I’m not done yet. Sit down and eat your muffin.”
He waited until Hannah had taken a seat before continuing.
His fingers danced over her swollen, slick flesh. Effortlessly, he brought her quickly to the edge of a climax. She was filled with a yearning, slippery ache. Blood pounded in her ears. Her skin burned. Every fiber of her being was focused on those perfect fingers teasing her spread cunt.
Sadist that he was, he left her teetering on the brink. His hand fell away. A moment later, the whip whistled in the air. It snapped against her sex in a blinding flash of pain that instantly transmuted into dark desire. Then the fingers were back, easing away the sting with a perfect, sensual touch. She was pure sensation now, pure animal lust, grunting and begging, barely aware of what she was doing or saying.
Mason snapped the paperback closed and set it on the table between them. Hannah was staring at him, her face still flushed, her pupils dilated. She wasn’t laughing anymore. Her nipples, he was both amused and pleased to note, were fully erect, beckoning to him from beneath the clingy fabric of her dress. As he met her gaze, she lifted her mug quickly to her face, turning away slightly as she sipped.
“I thought I’d check out what all the hoopla was about this Angelique Rose author all our sub girls are always in such a twitter about.”
He placed his hand on the book, caressing its cover as he hooded his eyes, letting his gaze burn into hers. “I’m especially curious, Hannah, how much of your own desires and longings are written into these pages? Do you squirm when you’re typing the incendiary words into your laptop? Do your panties get wet? Do you forget how to breathe along with your protagonist?”
“I…uh…I…” she stammered, looking adorably confused and embarrassed.
He let his hand slide from the book to her arm. Running a finger along her smooth, bare flesh, he murmured, “Does your skin burn, your heart race, your cunt spasm like the women in your novels? Do you wish you were one of them, a naked slave girl kept in chains, used for her Master’s pleasure and soundly punished when you disobey?”
Hannah pulled her arm away, her face now red as a beet. She rose from her chair, her lips pressed together, tears suddenly filming her silver-blue eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know what you’re doing right now, Mason. You’ve basically ignored me for the past few days, making it clear you’re not interested in anything but having an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. That’s fine. I may not entirely like it, but I get it. But now, suddenly, you’re reading from my novel and asking those personal questions.”
She blinked away the tears, her face taking on a look of angry resolve. Shit. He’d visualized the scene in his mind as something fun and sexy—something to let her know he was interested, and to gauge her reaction in turn. But, as usual, he’d handled things poorly, missing her cues and fucking things up.
“Look,” she said, her voice trembling. “I know you think I’m just some BDSM-curious wannabe. You’ve certainly made that clear enough. But when you start making fun of my work, of my vocation and my life’s passion, you can just go and…” She trailed off but then the determined expression returned. “You can just go and f—”
Without planning it, Mason jumped up from the table and pulled Hannah into his arms, cutting off her words by placing his mouth over hers. He kissed her hard on the lips, which she at first kept pressed into a hard line. But as he took her face in his hands, her lips finally parted, just a little.
Seizing his advantage, he slipped his tongue past her lips. He breathed in the clean lemony scent of her shampoo as he explored her soft, sweet mouth with his tongue.
All at once, she was kissing him back, her hand coming up to cup theback of his neck. That tacit permission unleashed something inside him. He growled against her mouth, biting her lower lip as he pulled her close. He loved the feel of her soft breasts pressed against his chest. His hands slid of their own accord down her back. He gripped her ass through the sheer fabric of her dress, his palms itching to smack the rounded globes.
Her entire body trembled as he moved his hands down the backs of her thighs and then slid them up beneath her dress to cup the bare globes. It would be so easy to just lift her up, deposit her on the counter facing him and ease his throbbing cock into the wetness he was sure he would find between her legs.
“Ahem,” someone said from behind them.
Go away!Mason wanted to shout. Damn it. Talk about bad timing. Maybe if he ignored whoever it was, they would take the hint and disappear.
