Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Audrey
“Hey. Deep breath.” Mason pulled Audrey up onto his lap, and she snuggled right in, still weeping onto his shoulder. His hand rubbed her back. “Let it out, sweetness.”
“I’m sorry,” she replied, hiccupping as she tried to suppress the tears. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” He cradled her against him, one arm wrapped around her back for support, the other over her legs, so he could rest his palm on the hot skin of her ass. Audrey could feel his cock digging into her from the side, so at least she hadn’t completely ruined things for him.
“I thought it would be more sexy and less crying.” She sniffled.
Chuckling, Mason leaned over to the side of the couch where there was a box of tissues and grabbed it for her. She took two at once and started trying to wipe herself clean.
“I think you needed it,” he said. “And I find you plenty sexy. Disciplinary spankings aren’t necessarily sexy, you know.”
“Well, it was in my head.”
That made him laugh again, and he tightened his grip on her as she huffed in annoyance. The steady warmth of his body against hers, the way he held her, made her feel a lot better. Even if he was laughing at her.
“You’ve had a lot going on. I think you needed to get it out.”
He wasn’t wrong. Audrey felt depleted but also better.
Like a cloud that had gathered up too much moisture and finally let loose with the rain.
She still made another ‘humph’ noise because she didn’t like crying.
Especially when she ruined something that was supposed to be sexy because she was crying.
His fingers moved over her skin, stroking her, and she shivered. Thanks to the spanking, her butt felt tenderized but also extra sensitive. Which could have been bad, but the way he was touching her right now felt very, very good.
“I think I did, too,” she said, even though she felt like she’d been crying too much lately.
Crying over the brick through her bakery window.
Crying over her parents.
But she’d always managed to pull herself back from crying too much. At least, that’s how it had felt. Now, she realized she might have needed to cry a little more.
As the tears dried up, something else was stirring inside her, helped along by Mason’s gentle stroking. Something that made her realize she hadn’t ruined sexy time. Just delayed it a few moments. Which Mason didn’t seem to mind.
“Feeling better?” he asked, seeming to have noticed that she was more in control. She nodded.
“Good.”
Audrey squeaked as the arm behind her moved, taking away her support, so she fell back against the couch.
“Arms up above your head.”
Sucking in a breath, she obeyed. Her butt was still across his thighs, hot and throbbing on his lap, but her upper body was now stretched out on the couch, one of her legs on the other side, the other bent at the knee and hanging down over his legs.
All of her was exposed to him, although her legs weren’t wide enough for him to really be able to access her pussy.
Audrey caught her breath and thanked her lucky stars for that when he reached across her to pick up the vampire glove and pull it on.
It suddenly looked even more wicked than it had while it was lying innocuously across from her, as he flexed his hand and met her gaze.
There was a slight curve to his lips, a sadistic gleam in his eye that made her quail and want to whimper. Yet she held herself in position, waiting to find out what he was going to do to her.
Trusting him with her body.
But she still tilted her head back when the claws moved toward her face.
They landed just beneath her neck, over her collarbone, and Audrey whimpered as the sharp tips pricked against her skin and began to slide down between her breasts.
Her nipples puckered, hardening, from the sensation, as if begging to be touched by the metal.
Her body was just as messed up as her brain, apparently.
It felt like being scratched, so gently, but also with the knowledge that he could probably really hurt her if he wanted to. For some reason, that made it more exciting.
Then he lifted his hand and slapped the side of her right breast, making her cry out and arch upwards as the flat metal studs embedded in the palm of the glove impacted against her soft flesh.
It hurt and made her throb, yet when the claws ran over that spot and moved to circle her nipple, she found herself panting for breath, squeezing her thighs together.
She whimpered, holding as still as she could to keep him from accidentally stabbing one of her pointed nubs.
When he smacked her left breast, she was more prepared, yet that did nothing to stem the arousal that rushed through her as he circled her left nipple as well.
“Good girl,” Mason murmured, as the claws skimmed down to the undersides of her breasts, which felt ultra-sensitive to the pointed tips. If she writhed much more, she was going to end up falling off his lap—then he kept going, over the curves of her stomach and headed toward her pussy.
Oh God… he couldn’t possibly intend to use the claws on her pussy, could he?
They dipped lower, moving over her shaved mound, and her clit felt like it was aching, itching for his touch. Even if it did hurt.
“Spread your legs for me, cupcake,” Mason ordered.
She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stop herself at the same time. She wanted to know how it would feel.
If curiosity killed the cat, then she was dying to know.
Her arousal had overridden her sense of self-preservation in the worst way.
Audrey spread her legs.
The fear, the nerve-wracking wait to see how much it would hurt, made her heart race faster, and she closed her eyes as the claws moved down over her mound. Tracing little circles. Making her wait. Making her writhe.
They slid down on either side of her pussy, against her outer lips, and she went utterly still to ensure that neither finger slipped. Her body hummed with nerves as she panted for breath.
Suddenly, his hand moved away, and she found herself being flipped over onto her stomach.
The claws dragged over her heated buttocks, and she squealed, clenching and shuddering in surprise at the stinging lines being drawn on her skin.
She’d been so caught up in the sensations on her front, she’d almost forgotten that her butt was hot and throbbing. She’d gotten used to it.
Right up until he was drawing attention to it again.
“Oh God…” Her hands clenched—no, her whole body did—when he found the sensitive spot just underneath her buttocks where the curve met her thighs. Her pussy pulsed between her thighs as she squirmed in place. “Oh…”
It tickled, it hurt, it was unbearably sensitive and yet arousing.
With a chuckle, Mason gave her bottom a couple quick swats, making her yelp as the metal bounced off her hot skin.
Ow, ow, ow.
Her whole body felt flush as he pulled her up onto his lap to straddle him.
The heat in his dark eyes made her feel like a sexy goddess, despite the fact that her butt was probably cherry engine red, she was sure her hair was a complete mess, and her cheeks were still streaked from her tears.
The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful.
Stripping the glove from his hand, he put it to the side, keeping his eyes on her.
“How do you feel, cupcake?”
His bare hands landed on her thighs and began to rub, back and forth, slowly moving toward her hips, then up her sides, traveling to her breasts.
“Good.” She was struggling to think. She wanted sex, but she didn’t want to push him. He was the one in charge, right? Audrey sucked in a breath as his hands dropped back down to her hips, going behind them to press his fingers into her hot skin. “Ow!”
“Still good?”
“Yes… just… I don’t know how to describe it.” It had hurt, but in a good way. A way that made her body pulse with need. She squirmed on his lap. Her ass was full, but her pussy was empty, and she wanted him inside her. He was moving too slowly, like a turtle, and it was pure torture.
Especially as his hands slid back up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing. Sending her senses soaring. Audrey closed her eyes, her head falling back as she moaned, her hips sliding forward.
Please just fuck me.
But she couldn’t make herself say it. Not yet. She wasn’t sure she was supposed to.
The Dom made the decisions, right? And apparently, the Dom had decided to torment her.
He pinched her nipples, and she grabbed his arms to steady herself, her fingers digging in as the flash of pain and pleasure went straight through her.
“Please…” The word escaped her lips.
“Please, what, sweetness?” He tugged, twisting, and Audrey mewled. Every part of her felt hot and needy, throbbing in time together.
That felt like permission to say it. Like he wanted her to say it.
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
Those were the magic words.
Mason was able to get the front of his pants open and a condom rolled over his dick in record time for Audrey to slide down onto him.
The sensation of him filling her, jostling the beads inside her, was enough to have her moaning as she worked herself up and down on his cock.
It felt even bigger than usual, maybe because of the position, maybe because of the beads inside her—she wasn’t sure.
All she knew was that it felt really freaking good.
She rocked against him, clenching around him, hands on his shoulders as he gripped her ass, burying his face in her breasts.
Kissing them. Nipping them. The little bursts of pain added to her growing pleasure, like adding salt to a recipe to make everything taste sweeter.
They coiled inside her, going around and around, tightening and tightening, until she couldn’t get any tighter, and they exploded outward in a firestorm of ecstasy.
As she cried out, her body pulsing from the waves of climax, something tugged inside her. Tugged and popped, the sensations catching her entirely off guard as the beads were pulled from her body in the middle of her orgasm, leaving her reeling from the cacophony of rapture.
She was barely aware of Mason groaning beneath her, his grip on her tightening as he joined her in pure erotic bliss.
Mason
Once everything was cleaned up—including him and Audrey—he slipped into bed beside her. She’d insisted on keeping her hair pinned up while they showered, so it was only a bit damp as he nuzzled up behind her, pulling her soft curves against him, and felt her sigh.
He’d thought she’d fallen asleep while he took care of things, but she wiggled around to face him.
“Mmm.” As soon as she got turned over, she shoved her face into the spot between his neck and his shoulder and relaxed.
Mason curled his arm around her back, drawing her lower body closer so that she could throw one leg over his. She was pure womanly softness and sweetness against him, settling something in his soul.
“This is nice.”
“Yes, it is,” he murmured. Mason had never really considered himself much of one for cuddling, but now that he was cuddling Audrey…
Other girlfriends had wanted to cuddle. He’d informed them he wasn’t much of a cuddler. Maybe he hadn’t been ready. Maybe it just hadn’t been right. Because right now, all he wanted to do was hold on to Audrey and never let go.
He’d always held back in relationships before. He could see that now. He didn’t want to hold back with her.
He wanted to tell her how he felt.
Which was…
Fuck. Was he in love with her?
Was this what love felt like?
It should be too soon, but at the same time, he couldn’t think of any other explanation. At the very least, he was falling in love with her, if he wasn’t already there yet.
He should tell her, right?
That would be the right thing to do.
That’s what women wanted. That’s what he’d always held back from before. But he wanted things to be different with Audrey, so he needed to make them different. By being open with her.
By telling her.
It was supposed to be kind of a big moment, though, right? He should do something special to set it up. To show her as well as tell her.
Or he could tell her right now. Show her in the moment.
Which felt like a lot. But if he put it off, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just keep putting it off. Be different, Mason. Don’t lose her.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled away slightly so he could see her face.
Her eyes were closed.
Her breathing was even.
“Audrey.” He said her name softly. He’d thought she was asleep before, and she hadn’t been.
But she didn’t stir.
She was out.
Mason let out his breath on a long sigh. Swung his body back toward the nightstand so he could turn off the light before returning to position and pulling her against him again. She snuggled right in. He’d found that she was a bit of an aggressive sleep snuggler. Which he liked.
It was like having his own personal teddy bear. But warmer. And sexier.
“Audrey,” he whispered in the darkness. “I’m falling in love with you.”
There was no answer other than the soft sound of her breathing.
Next time, he’d say it when she was awake.
Eventually.