outside the boundaries they’d provided. None of them ever pressed for this and she’d never taken the initiative. Now here she was, twenty-eight years old with no idea how to go about pleasing him.
“I-I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, hanging her head.
He tilted her chin. “You have no responsibility other than to do as I tell you.”
Relief at the pressure being off, some of the worry lifted from her shoulders. “Okay.”
His lids went heavy again as he peered down at her with unmistakable hunger. “Use only your tongue and taste me.”
Chapter Seven
Mason bit back the moan as Anna’s tentative pink tongue moistened her bottom lip.
Big, wary eyes pleaded at him. Begging him without any words.
His chest squeezed with hope and fear.
She’d looked so gorgeous in all her needy, greedy exploration. Beautiful in her tears. Heart-stopping as she kneeled before him.
He wanted desperately to unleash her passion and darkest desires.
The question was would she take it? Would she put aside everything she’d learned and understood about a normal relationship? He saw her need. Her hidden lust. She liked when he controlled her. She’d never come as hard or as quickly.
But the fear lurked too. As did her shame.
She put her hands on his knees, her gentle touch pulling him away from his thoughts. He shook his head. “Put your hands at your sides and use only your tongue until I tell you otherwise.”
The air charged with electricity. Her face tilted up to his and something indefinable shifted between them.
A slight nod then soft hands slid from his legs and fell to her sides.
It was time for her to discover the other, less gentle parts of him.
“Drop the blanket. I need to see you.” Power roared through him as she followed his instructions and the fuzzy red cotton pooled around her. It had been so long, he was as greedy as she’d been for that orgasm.
Helpless, she stared at him, making his heart melt. He nodded his encouragement.
She took a deep, stuttered breath, leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the tip. That small little lick was like a match to flame, igniting his blood in an inferno of need.
She sat perfectly still. Down on her knees. Ready and waiting for his every command.
In his element for the first time since he’d met her, he welcomed it like a long-lost lover and twined his fingers in her hair. “Swirl your tongue around the head.”
She nibbled her lower lip and studied his cock, pensive, shifting around on the floor trying to find a place where her nerves wouldn’t get the best of her.
Cock growing impossibly larger, he hardened his expression. “Sit. Still.”
She froze, her chest rising and falling as her nipples peaked.
Damn, she was responsive. How had he failed to be so blind to what ’Rissa had told him for months? He blanked his mind and let the instincts he’d ignored for too damn long take over.
He narrowed his gaze. “This isn’t about your comfort, girl. This is about pleasing me. Understood?”
Another sharp, uneven breath. “Yes, Mason.”
“Good girl.” He glanced pointedly at his erection. “Don’t think. Just do as you’re told.”
She looked at his cock the way someone looked over the edge of a cliff before diving into the water below. The continued patience was excruciating but it was hot as hell and he was loving every minute of her.
Finally, she leaned forward, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. Her nipples brushed his calves. He opened his legs wider.
She took a perfunctory swipe.
Laughter rumbled in his chest but he pushed it back, keeping his expression stern. “Is that your best effort to please me? Because you have to work a lot harder than that.”
Those eyes darkened to navy, flashing with a hint of anger. A spark of unease. Her forehead wrinkled as she tried again. Another nervous lick that reminded him of a scared little puppy uncertain they faced friend or foe.
He steadied himself, working past
“I-I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, hanging her head.
He tilted her chin. “You have no responsibility other than to do as I tell you.”
Relief at the pressure being off, some of the worry lifted from her shoulders. “Okay.”
His lids went heavy again as he peered down at her with unmistakable hunger. “Use only your tongue and taste me.”
Chapter Seven
Mason bit back the moan as Anna’s tentative pink tongue moistened her bottom lip.
Big, wary eyes pleaded at him. Begging him without any words.
His chest squeezed with hope and fear.
She’d looked so gorgeous in all her needy, greedy exploration. Beautiful in her tears. Heart-stopping as she kneeled before him.
He wanted desperately to unleash her passion and darkest desires.
The question was would she take it? Would she put aside everything she’d learned and understood about a normal relationship? He saw her need. Her hidden lust. She liked when he controlled her. She’d never come as hard or as quickly.
But the fear lurked too. As did her shame.
She put her hands on his knees, her gentle touch pulling him away from his thoughts. He shook his head. “Put your hands at your sides and use only your tongue until I tell you otherwise.”
The air charged with electricity. Her face tilted up to his and something indefinable shifted between them.
A slight nod then soft hands slid from his legs and fell to her sides.
It was time for her to discover the other, less gentle parts of him.
“Drop the blanket. I need to see you.” Power roared through him as she followed his instructions and the fuzzy red cotton pooled around her. It had been so long, he was as greedy as she’d been for that orgasm.
Helpless, she stared at him, making his heart melt. He nodded his encouragement.
She took a deep, stuttered breath, leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the tip. That small little lick was like a match to flame, igniting his blood in an inferno of need.
She sat perfectly still. Down on her knees. Ready and waiting for his every command.
In his element for the first time since he’d met her, he welcomed it like a long-lost lover and twined his fingers in her hair. “Swirl your tongue around the head.”
She nibbled her lower lip and studied his cock, pensive, shifting around on the floor trying to find a place where her nerves wouldn’t get the best of her.
Cock growing impossibly larger, he hardened his expression. “Sit. Still.”
She froze, her chest rising and falling as her nipples peaked.
Damn, she was responsive. How had he failed to be so blind to what ’Rissa had told him for months? He blanked his mind and let the instincts he’d ignored for too damn long take over.
He narrowed his gaze. “This isn’t about your comfort, girl. This is about pleasing me. Understood?”
Another sharp, uneven breath. “Yes, Mason.”
“Good girl.” He glanced pointedly at his erection. “Don’t think. Just do as you’re told.”
She looked at his cock the way someone looked over the edge of a cliff before diving into the water below. The continued patience was excruciating but it was hot as hell and he was loving every minute of her.
Finally, she leaned forward, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. Her nipples brushed his calves. He opened his legs wider.
She took a perfunctory swipe.
Laughter rumbled in his chest but he pushed it back, keeping his expression stern. “Is that your best effort to please me? Because you have to work a lot harder than that.”
Those eyes darkened to navy, flashing with a hint of anger. A spark of unease. Her forehead wrinkled as she tried again. Another nervous lick that reminded him of a scared little puppy uncertain they faced friend or foe.
He steadied himself, working past
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