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him test the restrictive white cloth that still had me stuck good and tight. Another rush of anxiety worked through me and I tried to breathe. Tried not to beg. But finally I gave in. “Jesus, Mason, please.”
    â€œLike I said,” he went on as if I hadn’t spoken. “I was going to tie you up anyway.” His hand skimmed over the swell of my ass. He plucked at the lavender lace that covered my bottom.
    â€œBut...I...”
    â€œAnd here you were such a good girl and did it for me.” His teeth captured my earlobe and he nipped me. Wetness graced the inside of my panties, want flexed deep in my pussy. I sighed.
    â€œBut...”
    â€œSo what I think I’ll do instead is...this.” He moved to stand in front of me, pushed me down slowly but insistently by my now-singing shoulders. The sockets ached, my muscles screamed for relief, and yet, when I went down on my knees, I grew wetter.
    I opened my mouth without being asked, and he stuck his finger in. Then a second. I sucked them like I would his cock as he watched me, smiling. “Good girl.”
    Heat flooded my cheeks.
    I couldn’t drag my eyes away as he undid the button on his jeans. His zipper. When he pulled his cock free and stroked it, a tremor of anticipation rocked me.
    â€œI—” I pressed my lips together, with no idea what I was going to say.
    Mason dragged the smooth warmth of his cockhead along my lips. I kept them pressed tight together almost petulantly until he grunted. Then I gave in to my own urge to have him in my mouth, to taste his skin.
    I sucked just the tip, driving my tongue against the slick indentation at the tip. I tasted the salt of his precome and the sweetness of his shaft. I drove my mouth down slowly, dragging a big breath of air into my lungs as I did it. My knees started to ache and my shoulders started to scream. And yet, it was perfect. Just what I needed. My pussy flexed eagerly to confirm the emotion.
    Mason held my head and slipped in and out, wetting my lips with my own saliva as he fucked my mouth. “I think, despite being a good girl, that maybe someone needs a spanking to remind her not to fall into my mother’s passive-aggressive trap.”
    I blinked, then sucked with all my might, feeling the ache in my tongue and jaw from the exertion. A small spasm sounded inside me, a precursor to the orgasms I imagined to be on the way.
    He remained silent long enough to make me worry. His big hands muffled the world by covering my ears as he drove into my mouth, filled my throat, took me the way he needed to find pleasure.
    Behind my back, I clasped my hands together restlessly, thinking maybe I should just struggle and thrash to get the dreaded jacket down and off my arms. And then...what?
    â€œOh don’t run away, sweetheart,” he said, reading my mind. He brushed my bangs off my forehead, and cooler air kissed my damp skin. “You know you want it.”
    He pulled free of my mouth with a small pop and grinned.
    I shivered. Because he was right. As miserable as I was trapped in this stupid jacket, I wanted it. I wanted him to thrust back into my mouth. I wanted him to flip me over and touch me. I wanted to feel the sting and kiss of his hands on me. I did. I wanted it.
    I shook my head and tried to capture his cock with my mouth. He pulled back, shaking his head and pushing his jeans all the way down. Mason picked them up, draped them over a chair, started on the buttons of his shirt.
    â€œAdmit it, Robin,” he said. “Say it.”
    I cocked my head, and it slipped out before I could help myself. “It.”
    He didn’t smile.
    â€œOkay. You get your wish.” He stopped with the buttons and moved toward me fast. I watched, curious, until he walked past me, dropped to his knees and grabbed my wrists. I felt him begin to tug the fabric and pull it down.
    â€œWait!” I yelled and we both went still.
    I said nothing. All I could hear was