Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Mason
Fuck, his cock felt like it was going to explode with the way Audrey kept wriggling against it. He was going to need to keep this spanking short, or he was going to embarrass himself the way he had last night.
Seeing the plug nestled between her cheeks wasn’t helping.
This was the first time he’d dealt with a complete anal virgin—the submissives he’d played with had never been completely new to anal play—and he’d been nervous he was going to mess it up the way he had the nipple clamps.
Instead, she’d responded beautifully. Her pussy was soaking wet, pink and glistening beneath the plug base, practically begging to be filled with cock.
It was an act of pure willpower to move her thong back into place, covering up that tempting view, and focus on the creamy white mounds of her buttocks instead.
His hand came down sharper than he intended, and Audrey hissed in response. It wasn’t a bad hiss, more like a noise of surprise rather than protest. She wasn’t a pain slut, he could already tell, but she definitely liked pain with her pleasure.
Mason grinned, allowing himself to enjoy the crisp, sharp swats he began to pepper her backside with. He turned the expanse of her bottom the same pretty pink as her pussy before moving his hand down to her sit spots. Audrey gasped, bucking upwards when he did so.
“Ow!”
Immediately, Mason paused, holding his hand in the air. She’d already used her safeword once, so he knew she could… but still. This was their first time scening together.
“Too much?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“I need the words, Cupcake.”
Audrey huffed, an adorable little huff. He got the feeling she wasn’t used to asking for what she wanted. It might be fun to make her beg sometime.
“Please, Sir, spank me more.” She wiggled her butt at him.
Grinning, Mason swatted her other sit spot, and she squealed before lifting her butt for more. He wanted her to be able to feel this tomorrow. Wanted her to think about him when she did.
The possessiveness he felt, the desire to imprint himself on her somehow, was entirely new to him. That wasn’t how he normally felt. That wasn’t how he did things with submissives.
But it was how he wanted to do things with Audrey.
Fuck.
He moved his hand over her sit spots, down to her thighs, and felt her squirming. She let out soft cries as he turned the backs of her thighs the same bright pink as her delicious ass, and his cock throbbed in response.
That was when he reached for the paddle.
“This is probably going to hurt. Let me know if you need to slow down,” he warned her. She hummed in response. “Audrey. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, Sir.”
She sounded dreamy.
Someone was enjoying herself.
He wasn’t sure she would enjoy this as much… but she might.
Mason didn’t use a ton of force behind the first swap with the paddle, but enough to deliver a crisp pop that made her cry out and rock forward on his lap. She whimpered as he rubbed the spot, which was now a much brighter pink than the surrounding area.
But she didn’t use her safe words.
“Now the other side.”
Another sharp pop. Another cry. A shudder went down her back.
Her bottom was warm all over, but now hot where he’d landed the paddle…
and he wasn’t sure she was truly feeling it anymore.
Putting the paddle down, Mason pulled her up to straddle his lap, so he could see her face. He also wanted to check on her nipples.
Make sure he wasn’t straining her on her first night wearing them.
Enjoying the view was just a side benefit.
Her breasts were still pink from the flogger, though not nearly as pink as her ass. Her nipples were a dark red hue, much darker than before he’d applied the clamps. Time for those to come off then. Especially because Audrey’s expression was dreamy, her eyes glazed.
She wasn’t in her right mind anymore.
Whether or not she was fully in subspace was debatable, but she wasn’t in a position or headspace to be able to tell when it was time to stop, when her body had had enough, which meant it was his job as the Dom to do so for her.
Safe words could only cover so many situations, and this wasn’t one of them.
She might as well be drunk, which meant she couldn’t truly give consent beyond this point.
“Time to take the clamps off,” he said gently, watching her face. She blinked, staring at him dreamily. “This might hurt, sweetness.”
She smiled at him.
Yup, she was in deep.
So, it might not hurt as much, but it probably would as the blood rushed back into the little buds.
Gently, Mason opened the clamp on the breast that was probably the sorest since he’d done the too-tight clamp on it in the beginning. It took a moment, then her mouth dropped open, and she made a little mewling cry.
Leaning forward, Mason sucked her poor nipple into his mouth, gently suckling to help soothe the pain of her circulation starting up again.
She sighed, arching her back, the cuffs on her wrists clinking as she looped her arms around his neck, scooting her bottom closer to him.
Her pussy rocked against his dick as she moved.
Fuck, it was a repeat of last night, but with her on top this time.
Mason grabbed hold of her hips as he suckled, trying to hold her in place, but she kept squirming against him. Rubbing herself.
He released the nipple from his mouth and quickly reached up to undo the other one.
Audrey moaned, throwing her head back as he took that one between his lips as well. She was grinding down on him now, shuddering, moaning…
Fuck.
He couldn’t help himself; his hips lifted upward, helping her rock against him as he suckled her nipple. Soothing it.
But not soothing her. Or her need.
She moved atop him, trying to ride him even though his cock was tucked away safely behind his zipper. Despite the urge to unzip and thrust up into the wet warmth of her needy pussy, Mason just let her grind on him. Rub herself all over him.
Until she cried out, throwing her head back and creaming herself on his lap… while he embarrassed himself for the second night in a row, unable to contain his own climax while she reached hers.
Fucking hell.
Audrey
Warm.
She was so, so warm. And comfortable.
Comfortable enough that she didn’t want to get out of bed even though her inner alarm clock was telling her that it was time.
She shifted, trying to convince herself that she really was about to get out of bed… and realized she was pressed up against something hard. Something hard and warm. Something that had its arm over her and was snuggled up behind her.
Not something.
Someone.
Mason.
What was she doing in bed with Mason?
Last night came rushing back in a flood… until the memories stopped. She’d been over his lap getting her butt spanked, then he’d used the paddle, and it had hurt so much, but she hadn’t wanted him to stop. Then… then he’d taken the clamps off. Sucked on her nipples. And…
And they’d gone at it like teenagers. Again.
But why was she in his bed?
“Ow.” Shifting again had the shirt she was wearing rubbing against her very sore nipples. Her butt was really sore, too.
“Are you okay?” Mason went from completely still and prone to fully up, dark eyes wide, looming over her. Literally, over her, since one arm had been wrapped around her and the other was on the other side of her. “What hurts?”
“Um…” Her eyes widened as her gaze traveled over his bare chest. His very nice bare chest. It wasn’t fair that he could look this good first thing in the morning with his hair all tousled and scruff across his jawline. “Are you wearing any clothes?”
His brow furrowed.
“Yes, I have pajama pants on— Oh, we didn’t have sex.”
Damn.
Wait. She was supposed to be relieved.
Yay?
That didn’t feel right.
“I’m in your bed though, right?” Because that was the only thing that made sense.
Mason nodded. “You were pretty out of it last night. Definitely not in a good enough condition to drive. And I wanted to be able to keep an eye on you. Sub drop after a scene can be pretty brutal, especially if you’re not used to it. How are you feeling?”
“I… good? What’s sub drop?”
“The drop of emotions.” He eyed her. “You might have slept through it. Though you may feel a little off today. Or a little sad.”
“Because I didn’t get fucked?” Crap. What had happened to her filter? She had one, but it seemed to have gone offline.
The side of Mason’s mouth quirked up.
“No. Sex doesn’t have anything to do with sub drop.
And you weren’t in a condition to give consent last night.
Sometimes in a scene, a submissive will hit a point where they can’t really know what they want.
They aren’t thinking clearly, and they can’t consent.
They’re too physically overwhelmed to be mentally present. ”
“So, we didn’t have sex because I couldn’t fully consent. Because I do remember… um, being on top of you…”
“You still had your thong on, and I still had my pants on.”
The bar for men truly was in hell. She was feeling pretty gooey about knowing he hadn’t taken advantage of her, even though they’d talked about sex previously.
But because she couldn’t explicitly consent in the moment…
that should be the expectation for all men, but too many of them sucked.
It said something about Mason that he’d held firm to that line when a lot of society would not have expected him to nor judged him if he hadn’t.
It was another measure of how much she could trust him.
Audrey reached up to twine her arms around his neck before he could pull away. Not that it looked like he was going to pull away, but she wanted to make sure. His gaze met hers and softened.
“I’m in a condition to give consent now,” she said softly, before she lost her nerve.
Because she was sore and achy in all the best ways, but at the same time, there was a little part of her that was left unsatisfied. Unfulfilled.
She wanted him.
She was pretty sure he wanted her.
And thankfully, he proved her correct when he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was sweet. Gentle.
At first.
Then it changed.
Turning needier.
She was wearing a t-shirt, which she assumed was his because it definitely wasn’t hers, and no underwear.
He was wearing pajama pants. And she could feel how big and hard he was, even more so because of the thin fabric of his pants and the fact that the t-shirt had fallen up to her hips when she’d lifted her legs to wrap them around him.
The press of his hard body against her breasts made her whimper. Her nipples were still incredibly sore, so much so that even the soft fabric of the t-shirt rubbing over them was almost too much. The clamps had a long-lasting effect.
Mason’s kiss moved from her lips to her neck, and Audrey gasped as his hands moved to push the t-shirt up, so he could cup her breasts. She moaned, arching beneath him, trying to rub herself against him. She was so turned on, she didn’t want much foreplay.
Didn’t need it.
Last night had been like an extended session of foreplay, and she wanted him now… but she couldn’t quite get up the nerve to say so.
Which meant that she was in sensual torment as he moved his mouth to her breasts, licking, nibbling, sucking. She whimpered, writhing for him, grabbing at his hair and trying to tug him upwards, to indicate wordlessly what she couldn’t bring herself to say.
“What do you need, cupcake?” he murmured, before dragging his teeth over one overly sensitive nipple and making her quiver.
It was like he knew she was struggling to verbalize her desires, and he was going to push her to do it, anyway.
The big jerk.
“Please,” she begged.
Please don’t make me say it out loud.
“Please, what, sweetness?” He shifted, taking her wrists in his hands and pinning them down on either side of her head, looming above her while their lower bodies connected. She was utterly helpless beneath him, and it made her want him even more.
Audrey’s eyelashes fluttered. She couldn’t look at him while she said it. A hot blush bloomed across her cheeks. After everything he’d said to her, everything he’d done to her, it was still a struggle.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered.
“As you wish.”
His voice was a purr, and he pushed both of her hands above her head so he could grasp her wrists with one hand while he leaned over to the side of the bed. Condom. He was getting a condom. At least one of them was thinking clearly.
She didn’t hate being pinned beneath him while he attended to the necessary protection.
It only took him a moment to rip the package open with his teeth and roll the condom over his dick, then he was back on top of her, his mouth on hers, as he settled between her thighs.
Audrey drew her legs up, spreading them wider for him as his cock nudged at her entrance.
Big.
He was big.
Thick all around. She cried out into his mouth as he thrust in, her softness opening easily for him.
Audrey’s hips lifted up to meet his, taking him in greedily, wanting to feel him inside her, to feel him stretching her open.
With one hand pinning down her wrists, he looped his other arm around one of her legs, settling the crook of her knee against his elbow, giving him complete access as he started to slowly ride her.
She could feel every inch of him sliding in deep, filling her completely, sending her senses soaring as he rocked against her body before he retreated again…
and filled her again. This was no fast fuck; he was taking his time.
Using her. Pleasuring her. Making sure she felt every inch of him as he moved inside her.
“Mason,” she whispered his name as her pleasure mounted, and he groaned in response.
He began to thrust harder, faster.
The delicious soreness of her clit and nipples, the ecstasy of having him moving within her, the helplessness of being pinned beneath him, all combined in a swirling funnel of pure sensual rapture.
Audrey cried out his name again as he filled her, her free leg wrapping around the back of his, trying to hold him closer as her climax peaked.
Pleasure washed over her in pulsing waves, leaving her shuddering beneath him as he continued to move over her, in her. She could hear his low groans as her pussy spasmed around him, gripping him, trying to hold him in place, until he finally buried himself inside her, moaning her name.
Panting, he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the bed, letting her leg lower as his grip on her wrists loosened. Audrey wrapped her arms around him.
Just… friends with benefits, she reminded herself.
But even as she had the thought, she knew it was already too late. Even if he didn’t fall for her, she’d already fallen for him.