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ridiculous!”
    Panic had set in. All I could think about was what if he hadn’t been home? What if I’d been alone? What the fuck then?
    Mason stepped close to me, crowding my personal space. I froze. He smiled down at me. His brown eyes were amused; his thin but kissable lips followed the sentiment. “Would you like me to help you?”
    I was nude but for a pair of lavender lace panties and some argyle kneesocks, of all things. We were supposed to just go out and grab a cheesesteak or pizza for dinner. I was supposed to be throwing on some clothes. Instead I’d dove into the bag of castoffs his mother had given me. She was a foot shorter and twenty-five pounds lighter than me. Why she insisted on giving me her clothing rejects was beyond me. Why I always insisted on torturing myself by trying them on was even more baffling.
    He was waiting. Watching me. I continued to wriggle like a fish on a hook even as he calmly observed.
    He put his hand on my belly. Spread his fingers wide. I stilled. “Robin. Would you like me to help you?” he asked once more.
    I sucked in a breath, feeling his fingers on my skin and the stiffening of my nipples, which he noted with a quick glance and a small smile.
    â€œI...” Why wasn’t I saying yes? “She’s so freakishly skinny,” I said by way of answer.
    He nodded. “My mother is petite.”
    â€œWhy does she give me her clothes?” I watched him watchingme, and my heart thumped in my chest. A caged thing that wanted to be set free.
    â€œI have no idea.” He reached up and pinched my nipple between his fingertips. Fiery lust blazed through me.
    I wanted to touch him. To be touched. So I said, “Yes, please help me out.”
    His eyebrow went up, and a smirk played across his lips. He bent, eyes still on mine, and sucked my other nipple into the damp heat of his mouth. He sucked hard, and I felt the echo of that pleasurable draw on my flesh as far down as my cunt.
    Mason had forgotten dinner. I could tell by the look in his eyes. I’d seen that look before, when he wielded a paddle, or just his bare hand, or even a crop. My stomach dropped like I was falling, my breath quick in my throat.
    â€œPlease,” I said. But even I wasn’t so convinced.
    He drew a finger down the middle of me from chest to mound, then stopped to cup my pussy through my panties. His smile had turned dangerous. “I don’t know.”
    I struggled, panic flaring hotly inside me. Small beads of sweat dotted my upper lip, and I licked them away.
    â€œMason—”
    He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue slid along mine, tangling, bullying. I sighed against his mouth and felt him smile.
    â€œI was going to tie you up later, anyway. I think you’ve done a fairly decent job of immobilizing yourself for me.”
    I gasped—both from the fact that his fingers had slipped between my nether lips, and that they’d driven the lace of my knickers against my swollen clitoris. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”
    There was begging in my voice. We could both hear it. It amused him; I knew because he laughed softly and shook his head.
    â€œWhy did you try it on?” he asked, straightening up. He moved behind me, and his fingers skated along my bunched-up shoulder muscles. His touch was both infuriating and insanely pleasurable.
    â€œI have no idea. I’m a moron?”
    â€œYou do it every time. Try stuff on, get angry, rant, donate it .”
    â€œAgain, I ask, why does she give it to me?” I countered.
    He poked his head over my shoulder and said in my ear, “Because like her son, she sometimes gets off on inflicting pain.”
    That shut me up. It was torture to try on my mother-in-law’s hand-me-downs. They were always so nice, so fashionable and too fucking small and yet...I kept doing it.
    â€œMean,” I humphed.
    â€œControlling,” he laughed.
    I felt