Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Audrey
Talking kink over tea. Not something she would have expected, but somehow it made sense. The only problem was, she had no idea what she wanted to try. Things that would feel good and lead to orgasms.
“Um… I’m not sure. I wouldn’t know where to start.” She felt the heat fill her cheeks and told herself it was from the tea.
“If you don’t mind picking up your mug, I can show you some things I’ve laid out,” Mason said, getting to his feet.
He picked up his mug with one hand while gesturing behind her with his other.
Audrey swiveled on her barstool and turned around.
Past the kitchen table was an opening to the next room, which appeared to be a dining room.
It wasn’t until she got closer that she realized the dining room table was covered in a variety of… things.
“Oh…” The word released on an exhalation, making it sound almost like a sigh. The blush in her cheeks burned even hotter as she looked at everything, and she clutched her mug in front of her chest because she didn’t have any pearls handy to grab onto. “Oh, my.”
“You don’t have to try any of these.” Mason moved in beside her, igniting all of her senses by his mere presence. The whole side of her body he was standing on felt like it flared to life. “But I wanted you to see the options.”
“That’s a lot of options.” Which was such a ridiculous thing to say, but her brain felt like it had stopped working.
What did she want?
What did she dare?
Releasing the mug, she reached down to touch one of the… floggers? She was guessing that’s what it was. It was made up of multiple long strands of leather that came together in a wrapped handle, and when she touched the leather, it was buttery soft.
“Flogger,” Mason murmured, shifting closer to her, so they were almost touching. She swore she could feel the heat of him through her clothes. It was so distracting that it took her a moment to realize she’d guessed correctly on the implement’s name.
“This… hurts?” It was so soft.
Mason chuckled.
“Not that one so much. Though it depends on how it’s swung. Which is true for everything. That is a very light flogger.” He picked it up and held it gently in his grip. “Can I show you, on your arm?”
Her arm. Not sexy, but also a lot less scary.
Nodding, Audrey held out her arm.
The leather falls rose and fell, and whapped against her skin. It didn’t hurt, just as he’d promised. There was impact, but it wasn’t painful.
“It didn’t hurt!” In fact, it had felt kind of good. Her skin tingled where it had landed. Immediately, she wanted to try it on other parts of her body. No wonder people liked getting their butts beat with this. Not just their butts, either.
Mason chuckled. “There are heavier ones, some have knots in them or chain braided in.”
Ouch. Okay, a chain sounded like it would hurt.
“Can we try this one to start with?” she asked, reaching up to stroke the soft leather strands. The chain didn’t seem like beginner level. But just imagining what this would feel like against her bare skin that wasn’t her arm… yes, please.
“Yes. Do you want me to suggest a few things, then you can tell me yes or no?”
Her shoulders relaxed, and she cradled the half-full mug in her hands, nodding enthusiastically. Yes, that sounded much better than having to pick and choose from the array.
“Yes, please.”
Mason’s hand curved over her shoulder, and she looked up at him. He was so close. Close enough to kiss if she went up on her tiptoes and leaned forward just a little…
“You can start calling me ‘Sir’, Audrey.”
A shiver went down her spine. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered. It should have been awkward, because she didn’t normally call people ‘sir’ unless they were customers, but somehow it fit. It felt right. And it made her stomach do a swoosh-y thing that had her pressing her thighs together as the ache between them began to grow.
Maybe it was all the books she’d been reading.
“A paddle?” He shifted to the side, his hand hovering over the paddle in question. It looked kind of like a ping-pong paddle but without the rubber. Audrey wasn’t sure how she felt about it. But that was the whole point of this, wasn’t it? To try?
She nodded.
In short order, Mason had gathered the paddle, a crop, another flogger that was more ‘thuddy’ (in his words), a pair of nipple clamps, some cuffs, a weird glove thing that she had no idea what he planned to do with, then they got to the butt plugs and vibrators.
Her face felt like it was on fire, while he seemed completely unfazed. But then again, he would, right?
He did stuff like this all the time.
Audrey had never even thought about putting anything in her butt until she’d read about it. Two months ago, she hadn’t known what a butt plug was. Or why anyone would want to use one.
Two months ago, the answer would have been a resounding hell no.
Today…
She nodded hesitantly.
“The little one.” She wanted to be clear. Not that the larger one was that much larger, and neither looked particularly big, especially next to the vibrators, but if romance books counted as any kind of real research, she wanted the smaller one.
The smile that flashed across Mason’s lips as he picked up the little package the plug was in made another shiver go down her spine. He set it to the side with the other items they’d picked out.
“Vibrator? Or, if you want an orgasm, I can use my hands and fingers or my mouth. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Um… any of the above sounds fine.” Audrey had to drop her gaze as she answered. She couldn’t look him in the face when she admitted that she wanted him to get her off. Truthfully, she would prefer his hands or mouth.
Ok, scratch that, she would prefer his cock, but she also didn’t feel like she could come out and say that. Especially since he hadn’t offered it. Did that make her slutty? That she wanted to have sex with him?
He had said they were going to be fuck buddies. She’d assumed that meant actually fucking.
On the other hand, working their way up to that made sense. Maybe she was just slutty.
Not that she’d ever thought herself slutty in the past. She tended to take things slow. So, her slutty side was man-specific. She was a slut for Mason.
Audrey pressed her lips together so that none of her thoughts could escape out of her mouth. That was the absolute last thing she needed right now. They were friends with benefits for now. Mason didn’t need to know that she had a slutty side specific to him.
Mason
Was it possible for a dick to rip through pants like the Incredible Hulk? Because if it was, his pants were going to be shredded any second now. Even though he was trying to keep things educational, the way he would with a regular submissive at the club, his cock wasn’t listening.
Nothing for you tonight.
He wasn’t trying to keep things platonic, but he didn’t want Audrey to think that this was all about sex, either. He was supposed to be teaching her about kink. That was something he could do without getting his dick wet.
It also might be that he was feeling the need to prove that he could control himself after last night’s embarrassing out-of-control release.
“Now that we have everything, let’s go to my Dungeon,” he joked.
“You have a Dungeon?” Audrey’s eyes widened.
“Sure. Right over here.” He gestured to his living room, which was right beside the dining room. He’d already drawn all the curtains in both rooms in preparation.
Mason didn’t usually scene at home, which was why he didn’t have a designated play space. Maybe he should make one now… no, stop. He wasn’t going to set up a play space for one woman when he wasn’t even sure how long this would last.
Audrey laughed, relaxing slightly as he led her into the other room.
He had cleared out the area around his padded coffee table, which was just the right size to put a woman on.
It might not be a real Dungeon, but he had furnished this particular room with a few pieces of very special furniture that he’d bought custom-made from a Dom in D.C.
The coffee table was one of them. One of the cushy chairs was another. There were hidden bolts and hooks and drawers, all of which could turn the furniture into a piece of equipment as desired.
Putting the chosen items on a side table, Mason turned to Audrey, holding the metal cuffs she’d picked out in his hand.
Not his favorite for bondage because they could be harsh on the submissive’s wrists, especially in certain positions, but there was something about the classic cuffs, and he’d seen the way her eyes had lit up when she’d looked at them.
For tonight, they were a fine choice because he wouldn’t be using them to secure her to anything.
Holding up the cuffs, he grinned at her.
“All right, cupcake. If I’m going to put these on you and also use the clamps, you’re going to need to take off that shirt and bra.”
Her eyes widened again, her blush going from pink to red, and Mason’s grin widened. She didn’t look scared; she looked excited but also a touch nervous. Perfect.
Taking a deep breath that lifted her breasts, Audrey reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. The bra underneath was emerald-green satin, hugging the underside of her breasts while matching lace curved over the tops. Her blush deepened.
“Take your time,” he said. “I don’t mind a slow tease. And don’t forget—you can say ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ at any time.”
“I don’t want to slow down,” she admitted in a whisper. “Or stop. I’m just trying to convince myself that you won’t judge me for not wanting to.”
“Trust me, cupcake, I don’t want to slow down or stop, either. Why would I judge you for feeling the same way I do?” But she was brave to admit it. He was definitely going to reward her for that. “Thank you for telling me, though.”
She looked like she wanted to squirm. It was a good thing they were doing this here and not at the club.
Audrey did not seem to be an exhibitionist, though it wasn’t a hard limit for her.
He was enjoying being a voyeur, though if it became too much for her, he would step in and help… and enjoy that, too.
Reaching behind her, she undid the hooks of her bra and let it drop away from her body, leaving her naked from the waist up.
“You have beautiful breasts, sweetheart.” Large, rounded on the bottom, pale as cream, and tipped with pale pink nipples he couldn’t wait to redden.
“Thank you? I mean, thank you, Sir.” Her head was still ducked down.
“Look at me, cupcake.” At his order, her head jerked up again. The mottled blush across her cheeks was traveling down her neck, and Mason was fascinated by its movement. “Hold your hands out in front of you, wrists together.”
Her breasts were large enough that doing so pressed them together, creating a deep cleavage. Stepping forward, Mason held her fists gently in one hand while closing the cuffs around her wrists with the other. Snick. Snick. The sound of the latches sliding into place was truly satisfying.
Audrey’s breathing was coming a little faster, a little more shallowly as she stared at her cuffed wrists as though she’d never seen them before. The chain between them jingled as she pulled them, like she was trying to see if the cuffs would hold—they did.
“Hands behind your head, cupcake. Feet shoulder-width apart. Present your breasts to me.”
Her gaze jerked up to his again, and she let out a huff of air, slowly lifting her arms up and putting them behind her head. Because of the cuffs, she had to place her hands close together. The position thrust her breasts out toward him.
And he had permission to touch all he wanted.
Although if he did as much as he wanted, they would be here all night.
That doesn’t sound so bad.
Stepping forward, Mason got into her space, and Audrey's head tilted back to look up at him as he put his hands on her waist and began to slide them up to her breasts.
Waiting to see if she would say ‘yellow’ or ‘red’.
If she needed a moment to adjust. As his hands moved over her sides, along her silken skin, her pupils dilated, and she sucked in another breath as he palmed her rib cage, then moved up to her breasts.
“Oh…” Her eyelashes fluttered madly.
For the first time, Mason wondered about her past partners. She just looked so surprised. Had her previous lovers not taken their time with foreplay? With arousing her?
Oh, my sweet, little cupcake. I am going to enjoy devouring you.
The level of possessiveness that rose inside him as he fondled her breasts, watching her reactions, was shocking. Mason ran his thumbs over her stiff nipples, and she closed her eyes, shuddering as he played with her.
“I’m going to flog these pretty breasts,” he told her, his voice husky with need.
“Then I’m going to decorate your nipples with the clamps before I turn you over my knee to plug you and spank you.
And then I’m going to flog your shoulders and your pretty little bottom, and once you’re tingling and sensitive all over, I’m going to use the glove on you until you’re begging me to let you come. ”
And he was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.