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his worry about scaring her to focus on what his gut screamed she needed. He moved with a swiftness that had fear flashing in her face. Before she could evade, he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and held. “I believe I told you to stay still.”
    Pupils dilating, she instinctively covered her hand over his.
    And now the true test began.
    He lowered his voice. “Do you have a problem with cock sucking?”
    She shook her head. Pleading. “But I—”
    “Enough,” he said coldly. “I’ve seen you lick an ice-cream cone. I expect the same enthusiasm.”
    “Why are you being mean?” Big eyes implored him to be reasonable.
    “Why aren’t you doing as you’re told?” he countered.
    Her breath increased. He rolled her nipples, squeezing hard enough to cause a distinct bite of pain.
    She blinked rapidly. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.”
    He released the buds and cupped one swollen breast before roaming down her body to dip between her legs. He inhaled deeply at how very wet she was. He circled her clit and brushed his thumb over her nipple.
    “Oh,” she said on a soft, wonder-filled sigh. Her hands rested on his knees to keep steady.
    Pressure featherlight, he played; learning from his past mistake, he didn’t give her nearly enough to push her over the edge. Her hips became insistent. Rocking. Needy. She dug her nails in his skin as she fought to deliver what she craved.
    He snapped his fingers against her cunt. She started, her whole body going rigid. She looked at him, mouth swollen and lush, begging for relief.
    He shook his head and tsked. “Greedy girl. And a bit of a pain slut.”
    “I most certainly am not.” Her tone appalled. Indignant.
    His answering chuckle was pure menace. “I think you need more motivation.”
    Fear tightened the corners of her mouth but he felt her pussy contract in obvious anticipation. Without a word, he stood and moved around her, walking to the large armoire that kept most of his equipment. He hiked his jeans up his ass but left them undone, opening the door.
    He grinned at the gasp of surprise behind him as she took in a small portion of his many toys. He opened one of the shallow drawers and quickly found what he was looking for. Then, just because it amused him, he left the door partially open and returned to his seat on the chair.
    She stared at the cabinet as though her worst nightmares had come true. He snapped in front of her face. “Eyes on me, girl.”
    Her attention flew to him, a frown formed on her pink, full lips when she caught sight of what dangled in front of her.
    “These are nipple clamps.” He squeezed them like tweezers between his thumb and forefinger, grinning as her frown deepened. “You and I are going to play a little game.”
    She nibbled her bottom lip and he could practically see the wheels spinning.
    He tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear. “You remember your safeword?”
    Confusion darkened her face and Mason couldn’t help being pleased it wasn’t something she’d even considered.
    She licked her lips. “Stop.”
    He nodded. “Here’s how we play this game—every time Anna doesn’t do as she’s told, we’re going to add a little toy to facilitate her concentration.”
    She twisted her hands in her naked lap, squirming and shifting on her knees. “No. Please. I promise I’ll be good.”
    His lips quirked. “I know you will. I’m not giving you any other choice.” He held the metal clamps and pinched them. “You’ve already earned the clamps. Cup your breasts and raise them to me like you’re offering a present.”
    A deep, scarlet flush stained her cheeks. “Mason, no, I—” The words died on her lips when he lifted one brow.
    A long, exaggerated you’re-the-most-unreasonable-man-in-the-world sigh. Glaring at him, she cupped her breasts, raising them high for his inspection.
    “See, we just need to motivate you in the right direction.” He ruffled her hair and she looked at him as