Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Audrey
It felt like she was going to spontaneously combust…
or melt. She’d never had a man so reverently fondle her breasts, taking his time with them the way Mason was.
Like he was enjoying doing so for the sake of doing so, rather than going straight for her nipples or immediately moving on to his next target.
Her knees were weak and wobbly, need was pulsing inside her, and she didn’t know what to do.
But she wasn’t supposed to do anything.
She was just supposed to stand there and let him do what he wanted.
Even if she wanted to do something, with her wrists cuffed, her options were extremely limited.
Which meant she could just relax and enjoy it.
When he went through the litany of what he planned to do with her, it felt like she might form a puddle right there on his living room rug.
“Any objections?” he asked in a low, heated voice, his thumbs running over her nipples again.
Audrey shook her head emphatically.
“Consider this enthusiastic consent,” she joked, except it wasn’t really a joke. Anything he wanted to do with her, she was in.
Mason chuckled, which made her want to preen. He gave her breasts a squeeze, and she moaned before whimpering with disappointment when his hands dropped away. Stepping back, he turned and picked up the first flogger she’d touched, the soft one.
Nerves flickered through her. It had been really soft. And he’d said it wasn’t a painful one. But at the same time, he was going to hit her with it.
Hit her breasts, specifically, which were a very tender area.
Even though she trusted him, even though she was incredibly aroused, even though she wanted to try this… she tensed.
The flogger moved through the air, coming from beneath rather than above, and the ends flicked over her breasts.
She sucked in without thinking, an automatic reaction, then relaxed when she realized it hadn’t hurt.
Maybe a little sting? Not even as much as the first swats he’d given her during her spanking.
“See?” Mason said, smiling. “Not so bad.”
“Not so bad at all, Sir,” she agreed, feeling her muscles unwinding even more. Now she understood why trust was so important, though. The urge to move away from the thing coming at her had been strong.
“Again. Hold still, cupcake.”
This time, she knew what to expect, and it was easier to hold still. Being called cupcake didn’t hurt, either. She liked the way his voice caressed the endearment. Liked how it also referenced something that was so important to her—her work. Her bakery.
And she knew it was for her.
It wasn’t generic like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘honey’, although she liked those, too. But ‘cupcake’ felt special.
So, it wasn’t hard at all now to hold still while the flogger flicked over her breasts, heating her skin, adding a little sting to the needy arousal coursing through her. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it wasn’t all pleasure, either, and somehow, that felt better than if it had been.
The books were right… there’s a thin line between pleasure and pain.
“Good girl.”
Her insides clenched. Yup. The books were right about that, too. There was just something about being called a ‘good girl’ that did all sorts of naughty things to her body.
“Now, it’s time for the clamps.”
Audrey opened her eyes to stare dreamily at Mason.
He was so confident as he stepped up in front of her, sliding one palm beneath her right breast. It felt warm in his hand, so much more sensitive than before.
His eyes were hot, lit with a fire from within, as his gaze met hers, making her squirm.
He closed his fingers around her right nipple.
Rolled it. Pleasure rippled, and she moaned…
Then pain flashed through her—sharp, mean, awful pain.
“Yellow!” She shrieked, trying to pull back, which just hurt even more. Her whole boob was screaming at her, alarm bells ringing through her. Ow! Ow! Ow! “I mean red! Yellow! Stop!”
Mason wrapped his arm around her as he opened the clamp that he’d put on her nipple, helping hold her up before she could fall flat on her ass.
She gasped for breath, as if she’d just run a marathon, tears sparking in her eyes.
Why they were coming now that the clamp was no longer on her nipple, she didn’t know. Some kind of belated reaction.
Her nipple throbbed.
“Shit, sorry, sorry.” He held her tightly with one arm while she trembled. “It’s been a while since I did any kind of demo with a total newbie. I should have adjusted the clamps so they wouldn’t pinch so tight for your first time.”
Or not pinch at all.
Though now that the clamp wasn’t on her, aggressively biting into her nipple, she would be lying if she said the throbbing didn’t feel good. In fact, she felt the urge to make her other nipple match.
So, it wasn’t all bad.
“I just wasn’t expecting it,” she said. “It hurt a lot more than the flogger did.”
“I know. And I knew that going in. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He looked more than contrite; he looked mad at himself.
“It’s okay.” She didn’t want him to beat himself up about it. She was fine. He’d taken them off immediately.
“It’s not, and I’ll be more cognizant of the fact that you have literally never experienced any of this before. But you were a very good girl for using your safeword.”
As much as she wanted to make him feel better, she had to admit, being called a very good girl did all sorts of pleasant things to her insides.
Mason released her and looked down at the clamps in his hand, connected by the thin chain.
He focused on them as he adjusted them. Because he was so close, she could see how tiny the screws were that he was twisting to force the clamps open, so that they couldn’t close all the way.
Ouch. No wonder that had hurt; the clamp had been trying to squash her nipple flat.
“Do you still want to try these?” he asked, holding them up so she could see the tips of the clamp were no longer touching. They would grip her nipples, squeeze them, but not try to turn them into pancakes.
Did she want to try them? Not really, but also sort of.
Audrey nodded her head. She was here. The throbbing did feel pretty good now that the clamp was off, and it shouldn’t hurt as much this time.
“The other nipple first, though, please, Sir,” she said.
He nodded and cupped her left breast. She couldn’t help the tension that gripped her as he teased her nipple to hardness. This time, she watched his movements, rather than his face, so she could be prepared for the initial pain.
It did hurt, like a hard pinch, but not like before. The larger opening in the clamp, along with having a better idea of what to expect, helped a lot. Audrey moaned and shivered as she adjusted.
“Better?” Mason asked, his fingers brushing over the tip of her clamped nipple, which sent all sorts of interesting sensations through the tiny bud.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to do the other one now, cupcake. Take a deep breath.”
She did. It still hurt—more than her left boob since her nipple was already sore, but it felt good, too. The tight grip made her breasts throb, and she whimpered as he cupped them from underneath, giving the soft flesh a squeeze while his lips hovered over hers.
“Very good girl.”
He needed to stop calling her ‘cupcake’ and start calling her ‘puddle’ because that’s where she was headed right now.
It didn’t matter that the pinch on her nipples was going to make her sore tomorrow—she was actually looking forward to that. She wanted to feel it.
Wanted it to last.
A little secret memento that no one had to know about.
“Okay, sweetness. Do you want to take off your own jeans, or can I take them off for you?”
“Um, you can take them off for me, please.”
Heat filled her cheeks. She’d enjoyed taking off her shirt and bra while he watched, but she also liked the idea of him undressing her. Touching her more. Plus, that way she didn’t have to try to navigate handcuffs and taking off her jeans at the same time.
That seemed like a recipe for disaster, and she’d already face-planted once at his feet, and she wasn’t trying to be sexy then. She’d much prefer to let him handle the difficult stuff right now, so she could concentrate on not looking foolish in front of him again.
The slow smile that spread across his lips said he didn’t mind at all.
Mason dropped to his knees in front of her, which almost made her jump in surprise. That was not what she’d been expecting him to do. He was now at navel level, starting directly at her soft belly. Crap. Suddenly, Audrey wished that she had handled her jeans on her own.
Except he wasn’t looking at her belly in disgust or even like he was trying to hide disdain…
His gaze was soft, his lips curved up, and the expression on his face as he reached for the button on her jeans was almost reverent.
It wasn’t just that he didn’t mind her rounder stomach; it looked like he liked it.
Which she hadn’t realized she was concerned about until this very moment, but maybe it wasn’t surprising, considering how Yasmine looked.
The button on her jeans popped open, then the zipper, and Mason began to tug her jeans down over her hips. She was not disappointed that he did not take her panties off at the same time. Nope. It wasn’t like she wanted to be completely naked while he was completely clothed.
Did she?
As vulnerable as she might feel, there was also something really sexy about the idea.
Which was something to keep in mind for later.
Right now, her brain was fritzing out because with the jeans gone, she could feel the warmth of his breath over the satin and lace of the matching thong to the bra she’d already taken off. Yes, she’d gone for a thong tonight. Because why not?
They might not have sex, but she didn’t want anything between his hand and her skin when she spanked her tonight.
“Very pretty.” His voice was like a purr.
Yup, she was totally going to melt into a puddle right here and now.
Mason helped her step out of the jeans, then drew her over to the couch.
The movement of going over his knee made her gasp as her breasts jiggled, reigniting some of the sensation in her clamped nipples.
It was a tiny sting compared to having the clamps applied, but still stimulation that went straight to her pussy.
The chain hung down toward her cuffed wrists, which were right in front of her face, so she couldn’t forget she was bound. Just knowing she was somewhat helpless made her feel even more breathless than being over his knees.
She could also now feel his erection digging into her side, just like it had last night. He was as turned on as she was. Her pussy clenched, and she wriggled in place, enjoying the effect she had on him.
“Are you ready for the plug?” His hand caressed her bottom, and she felt her cheeks tighten.
Not because of his caress, but because of his question.
“Is anyone ever really ready?” Did her voice quaver? It might have quavered.
He chuckled.
“Probably not, but I’ll be gentle.”
He gave her butt another little pat, then she heard the sound of things happening above her. Packages. Things. Lube, hopefully.
Then she felt the butt floss she was wearing being pulled to the side, and she took a deep breath.
“Try to relax,” Mason said, rubbing her butt with one hand. It didn’t help.
“Yes, Sir.”
She couldn’t keep the dubiousness out of her voice, and he chuckled again.
“It’s a small plug. It shouldn’t hurt.” He spoke soothingly, but she was still tense. “I’ll go slow.”
The promise made her shiver in anticipation because it was laden with so much sexual intent. He was going to slowly put something in her butt. Something she’d never let anyone do before. Something she’d never even thought about letting anyone do before she came to Pittsburgh.
Something cold and wet touched her butthole, and she squeaked, automatically clenching. Mason’s fingers dug into the muscles of her lower back.
“Relax,” he said, in a deep, commanding voice that somehow actually worked on her; she immediately unclenched and went lax over his lap.
Holy fuck. How had he done that?
Audrey stared down at her cuffs, nipples throbbing, as the tip of the plug pushed into her rear entrance.
He was right.
It didn’t hurt.
But it felt very odd.
That was not an “in” hole. That was an “out” hole. But he was pushing something into it, anyway. Audrey whimpered. Not because it hurt, but because her brain was struggling to process the sensation. It didn’t hurt. Did it feel good?
She wasn’t sure.
It felt… raw.
Invasive.
Exciting.
The plug twisted and pushed, going deeper, stretching her open. The stretch burned slightly. A sting.
Then he was pulling it back, retreating, and the sensation made her gasp with the strangeness.
This was nothing like having something in her pussy.
Other than the sensation of being full, she was being filled in the wrong hole.
The wrongness, the perversity, only added to her excitement. Her arousal.
She liked that it was wrong. Dirty. The kind of thing that would throw her mother into a faint.
Who knew that putting something up your butt could feel like rebellion?
“Oh!”
He’d pushed it deeper, and Audrey rocked forward, her toes curling.
Mason’s grip on her tightened, holding her in place as he firmly worked the plug back and forth between her cheeks, stretching her more.
She gasped. The sting, the burn was growing as he pushed deeper, and her pussy was getting wetter and hotter with every thrust of the plug into her bottom.
Full.
She felt so full.
Too full.
“Are you sure you’re using the small plug?” she asked breathlessly, pressing her hands against the carpet, her muscles clenching again.
Mason laughed.
“Oh, yes. Trust me, you’ll be able to take things much bigger than this little plug, eventually.”
It might have looked little, but it felt huge.
His cock is a lot bigger.
Oh God.
The thought of his cock pushing into her bottom, stretching her, hurting her, made her entire body pulse.
Now that she had an idea of what that might actually feel like…
I want it.
Even if it did hurt.
Maybe because it would hurt.
I like it when it hurts a little.
Just not when it hurt a lot, out of nowhere. Like with the nipple clamp initially.
But this? Yeah. She liked this a lot.
A whole lot.
The plug pushed deeper, stretching, stretching, and Audrey cried out—then it was inside her. Her tight ring closed around the stem between the bulb and the base, clenching as the intruder filled her. It didn’t hurt at all anymore, just felt so very strange.
So very intimate.
She was so full.
“Good girl.” Mason twisted the base, turning it and making the plug spin, igniting all the little nerve endings around the entrance, and Audrey moaned.
She wasn’t sure she could get more turned on from here.
“Time for your spanking.”
Oh, hey. She was wrong.
She could get more turned on.