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He blew out a breath. “I nearly lost control, is what. Won’t happen again.”
She seemed about to speak, but after a moment, she only nodded.
He held out his hand to her. “As we discussed, you’ll be sleeping on this mattress for the duration of your training.” He managed a smile. “It’s better like this. I’m not sure I can trust myself with you in my arms.”
She took his hand, allowing him to pull her upright.
Custom made, the sleep mat was a modified mattress with canvas straps sewn onto the sides at strategic intervals, fleece-lined cuffs attached for wrists and ankles. He’d covered the mattress with a fresh fitted sheet earlier that afternoon, along with a duvet folded neatly across the bottom and a plump pillow at the top.
After a brief hesitation, Hannah lowered herself onto the mattress.
Back under control, he crouched beside her. “I’m going to cuff you to the bed. There’s plenty of give in these straps so you should be comfortable enough. The idea is to remind you, even in sleep, that you are owned. You won’t be able to get up without my permission.”
Again, Hannah nodded.
When he had her properly cuffed, he drew the duvet up around her shoulders. “There we go.” He patted her on the head. “You good?”
She stared at him for a long moment. If she gave the slightest hint or said anything to indicate she’d rather be up in the bed with him, he would uncuff her in an instant and take her into his arms.
But when she finally spoke, all she said was, “Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”
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What had just happened?
One moment she was in Mason’s arms, ready for his kiss. The next he was looming over her, cock in hand, a dangerous look in his eyes. Her fear had been real, but it wasn’t primarily directed at Mason. It was the thought of having sex—intercourse—with another man that had so alarmed her. Yet, she couldn’t deny how much she’d wanted him in the moment, in spite of her trepidation.
Why hadn’t she just told him the truth?
Mason was right, of course. Hard limits were supposed to be sacrosanct in a D/s power exchange, and he’d definitely overstepped his, or rather her, boundaries. But he hadn’t done it in a vacuum. She’d been right there with him.
She’d known beforehand that climbing into bed with him wasn’t the smartest thing she’d ever done. She’d felt at once nervous and recklessly bold when she’d pressed her body against his. She reveled in his masculine scent and hard body, even as her heart had boomed in her chest. When she’d lifted her face for a kiss, her entire body had tingled with expectation, with longing, with lust…
He had responded to her desire, rising over her like a god, his huge cock in his hand, his eyes hooded with lust and power. It was only then that fear had ripped through her like a jagged jolt of lightning.
As attracted as she was to Mason—and she could no longer deny that attraction—that didn’t mean she was ready to take that next step. She’d always believed Andy would be her one and only. Though he’d been gone over a year now, she still couldn’t imagine going to bed with another man.
The light flicked out, plunging the room into sudden darkness. She heard Mason fall back heavily onto his bed.
Hannah tugged gently at her restraints. As promised, there was plenty of give, but it still felt strange in the extreme to be cuffed to a mattress on the floor like some kind of…slave. It was sexy as a fantasy, but in real life, she’d rather be in a bed, thank you. And able to get up to pee without having to involve another person.
She bit back a sigh, reminding herself this whole Enclave training thing was a grand experiment, and one she’d eagerly signed on for. Yes, some of the reality of genuine submission was a lot harder than it had seemed as pure fantasy, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The only way to truly know her own mind and heart was to experience it firsthand.
Bringing her cuffed wrists together, Hannah folded her hands beneath her cheek. The mattress was surprisingly comfortable, the duvet cover extremely soft. It was better she was down there. Lying beside thenaked, powerful man all night, she wouldn’t have gotten a wink of sleep.
Despite her inner turmoil , sleep held out its arms to her. Exhausted, she crawled into them and closed her eyes.
Chapter 27
In the morning, they washed up side-by-side at the dual sinks like an old married couple. Mason didn’t say a word about what had happened—or almost happened—the night before, so neither did Hannah.
She watched with interest as he shaved his head along with his whiskers. It felt strange when Mason dressed in his usual black T-shirt and jeans while she remained naked. Though she wasn’t as painfully aware of her nudity as she had been at first, she had yet to find the easy, confident grace of The Enclave slave girls.
Down in the kitchen, they slipped into the routine they’d established since her arrival, cracking eggs, making batter for the muffins, grinding coffee beans, setting out the fresh fruit and juices, frying bacon. They discussed the lunch and dinner menus. As chef, Mason naturally had the final word, but Hannah appreciated the way he asked for her input and really seemed to listen.
After the morning kitchen duties were dispensed with, Mason came up behind Hannah as she was giving the counters a wipe down. Before she realized what he was doing, he had clipped a leash to the O-ring on the back of her collar.
Giving it a light tug, he said, “It’s time to ramp things up, slave girl. This morning I’m going to introduce you to some serious edge play. Let’s go.”
