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ChapterEight
LACY
Ihave no idea what comes next. I’m in the dark, tied up, and there are contraptions on me that I knew existed but had never expected to actually use. He was an adventurous man, I had to give him that. The word kinky came to mind, but it wasn’t as scary as I’d thought it would be.
There hadn’t been a lot of conversation, not from him anyway, but we weren’t really here to talk, were we? I’d loved it when he was between my legs, with his body and with his mouth, and I’d thought I was finally going to get off from a man touching me, but then he’d stopped. I wasn’t sure what that was about, and I was confused, but I did trust him.
Alone in the dark behind the blindfold, with my arms strapped together, I knew what it meant to be truly helpless. I’d spent the last few years of my life being the one in control of my fate, to an extent, of being the one that had to make decisions on my own. Now, somebody else was making them for me and I wanted nothing more than to follow wherever it was Mason took me.
Sure, he’d seemed dangerous earlier, outside in the club, but in here? I liked the way the danger seemed to come from what he could do to me, what he could make me do, and the promise in his eyes before he’d blindfolded me that all of that would happen. I could trust him on this journey, I knew that instinctively. Even if my body was frustrated and my brain was all itchy for more.
“What are you doing?” I asked, more because it had gone quiet, and I couldn’t stand the silence any longer than anything else.
“I’m looking at you. You’re quite the pretty picture,” I heard him say and felt a thrill of pleasure go through me. He was enjoying his handywork, it seemed. “Come one, bend over for me.”
The clamps around my nipples hurt at first but now that ache was something I couldn’t describe. Blood pounded there, causing a sensation that even his mouth hadn’t given me. What would the vibrating butterfly do to me?
Probably wreck me, I decided as I leaned over the massage table. I couldn’t stop the purr that bubbled out of my throat when his hand swiped over my ass, rubbing the globes as if he’d just discovered his new favorite toy. My hips pushed my ass out further, to ask for more of the touch, but he moved his hand away.
I could hear footsteps moving to the wall with hooks and wondered. What was coming next?
I felt a buzz between my thighs at the same instant I felt something sting across my ass. I yelped in surprise, but didn’t complain. His hand came out to brush at the welt of pain across my ass and the burning pain spread into something pleasurable as the vibrating softly buzzed over and over against my clit. Fuck, okay, this wasn’t expected, but it was so fucking good.
“More.”
“More what?” he asked behind me, and I could hear a smirk in his voice.
Asshole. He knew exactly what I wanted more of.
“More, please,” I tried and immediately felt the sting across my ass again.
I’d have decided it was the crop if my brain could think, but it couldn’t. It only experienced pain as pleasure as the buzzing and burning both increased. “More!”
It was a demand, but I didn’t care. I needed it.
I wasn’t concerned about humiliation, I wasn’t being humiliated, I was being instructed in how to feel more and this fucker better give it to me.
Another sting, faster buzzing, and then my nipples kicked in once more as I moved on the leather massage table. Fuck, my brain was going to explode in my skull. I struggled against my restraints because I wanted to dig my hands into the table, but I couldn’t. All I could do was wait for another stinging slap of the crop and see where it took me.
“Turn around, Lacy.” Mason commanded, and I moved, sad that he’d turned the vibrator off, but too curious to resist.
I felt his fingers tugging at my nipples, then the vibrator buzzed back to life just as blood surged into one, then the other, nipple. I nearly fell to my knees, but he caught me. Mason lifted me to the table, spread me out, then pulled me down so that my ass was on the edge of the table, my feet planted around the back of his hips.
“Feel me, Lacy. I’m going to let you get off this time, but I want you to feel me as you do.”
Blood surged around my body, making me hot and restless, pounding away in my ears, but I could still hear him. Fuck, I loved the sound of his voice, especially when it was low and growly like that, full of need and his desire.
I couldn’t see, but I knew he could see me, knew that he was watching me, and that was its own pleasure, but then I felt his fingers, two of them, sliding into me, opening me and I’d be damned if I could think anymore. My breath caught in my chest as something jolted through me, a pulse that made me want to scramble deeper into him, onto him, as his fingers surged within me. My body moved in time with his fingers as the pulse turned into waves and I keened out the sound of pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
It was all too much, too quick, too liquid and intimate, but at the same time, I wanted more. It didn’t end, that rapture, that bliss that bounced through me, up my spine, and straight into my brain.
“That’s it, Lacy. Let it wash over you, baby. Feel it. Feel me…,” his words trailed off as he plunged those fingers of his into me faster, harder, deeper, until I couldn’t take anymore, but the pleasure didn’t stop, even when it became unbearable. He pushed into me, left the vibrator on, held me still so I wouldn’t fall off the table as pleasure washed over me again and again.
A ridiculous need to bite something came over me, but all I had available was my own lip and I bit down into it as pleasure ripped its way through my body. Fuck, would he ever let it end? Did I want to it to end, though? I could die from this and be quite happy to do it.
“You are fucking gorgeous when you come, Lacy. Fuck, I can’t believe how good you look,” he said the words, but they meant nothing, not right now. Maybe later, when I could think, but not now. “I can’t fucking wait to fuck you.”
“Yes, now. Please now,” I begged, but he moved away. I wanted to reach for him, to pull him back to me, but he didn’t do that. Instead, as the embers of my fiery pleasure washed away, Mason pulled me from the massage table. He untied my hands, pulled away the blindfold, and slid the vibrator away.
