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  “He’s so going down.” Mason tugged Jenna under him and lay over her body on the couch. “Welcome home.” He kissed her again. “I’m so glad I no longer have to worry about you in that apartment.”

  “Hey, I loved that apartment.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “Okay, I loved being on my own and out from under my parents’ thumb.”

  “That I’ll buy.” He rubbed her arms. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean you still have a few days until Christmas if you want to change your mind.”

  She shook her head and gripped his biceps. “Never.”

  “You’re giving up your family fortune.” He winked.

  “Yep. And I have no regrets.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She lifted her head, trying to convince him to kiss her.

  “Woman, you’re always trying to control things.” He lifted his head away from her. “Can’t you relax and let me take charge for once?”

  She tried to relax her body beneath him. “I’m not very good at submission.”

  Mason stroked her forehead. “Not even close. But we’re going to work on that, starting now.”

  “Ah, so that’s why you wanted me to move in.” She giggled, squirming beneath the hard cock pressing into her pussy.

  “Among other things.” He kissed her cheek and nudged her face to one side so he could nibble a path down her neck to her collarbone.

  A chill shook her body, and she gripped his biceps. “I have to go back to work, you know.”

  “Nope.” He nosed her shirt to one side and licked at the top swell of her breast until she moaned.

  “Really,” she whispered. “I told Mariel and David I’d be there by two.” Her mind was scattering as his beard-roughened chin dragged between her breasts.

  “I might have mentioned to them that you were mistaken.”

  Jenna gasped and twisted her face to see his eyes. “You didn’t.”

  “Hey, I told you I was going to start working on your submissive side.” His grin was evil.

  “Not where it concerns my job,” she stammered.

  “This isn’t about your job, baby. It’s about what I’m going to do to you this afternoon instead of work.” He peeled her fingers off his arms and lifted both her arms over her head to hold her wrists with one hand. When he finished that task, he dragged her shirt up her body with his free hand, exposing her chest. In a flash, he yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, grasping her wrists again before she could think to gain control of the situation.

  Jenna’s chest heaved. Her bra felt too tight.

  Mason stroked the skin along the line of the lace and then dipped a finger inside to graze it over her nipple.

  Jenna bucked her chest into his touch, silently pleading for more.

  Mason chuckled. “Still want to go to work, baby?”

  The nonsensical noise that escaped her lips annoyed her, but words escaped her.

  “I think your afternoon will be better spent right here, learning your place in this relationship.”

  “My place?” She moaned. Her pussy grew wetter when he ground his cock against her.

  Mason had her legs pinned, straddling them, but suddenly, he stuck one knee between her thighs and forced them apart until he had himself situated between her spread legs. The outside leg fell to the floor. The couch wasn’t big enough for that many limbs.

  “Yes.” He pulled one cup of her bra down, forcing her breast out high and tight. When his tongue stroked over her nipple, she gasped.

  She was truly pinned, her entire body at his mercy.

  Her nipple pebbled under his attention, and she had to grit her teeth to keep from begging.

  “You need to be humbled.”

  “Wha…?” What was he talking about?

  “I’ve been lax as a Dom, letting you get away with way too much.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip until she writhed. “Please…”

  Mason released her with a pop. “Please what?”

  “Please let me come.” She moaned louder.

  “Please let me come, what?” He grabbed her chin again and forced her to meet his gaze.

  Jenna swallowed. Oh. Shit. “Sir,” she whispered.

  “That’s what I thought. And I’ll be happy to let you come, as soon as I’m convinced you’re able to remember your role without coaching.”

  She swallowed again. He drove her crazy. A tight ball formed low in her belly, needing release. His stiff cock remained nestled at her entrance, but it wasn’t enough through the material of her jeans and his.

  “I’m going to release you now, and I want you to keep your gaze down, go straight to the bedroom, remove everything, and climb onto the bed to lie spread eagle in the center. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was so soft, even she barely heard herself.

  Mason stood, though she noticed he grimaced doing so. Good. If he was in as much torment as her, maybe he would speed this process up.

  And maybe you can help by remembering to obey his commands and answer appropriately.

  Without hesitation, Jenna did his bidding, padding to the bedroom without even tucking her exposed breast back into her bra. He hadn’t said she could. She dropped her jeans with shaky hands, tugging her panties down with them. She popped the clasp of her bra and dropped it on the floor with her jeans. Seconds later, she lay sprawled on the bed.

  Mason had watched her, his gaze boring into her as she worked. “Good job, baby.” He grabbed the bag he always took to Extreme from the closet and unzipped it, the noise so loud in the silent room, she flinched.

  Without saying a word, Mason attached Velcro cuffs to her ankles and wrists and tugged them to each corner of the bed until she lay completely exposed and at his mercy.

  “What do you say, Jenna?”

  “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for reminding me of my place.”

  “Good girl.”

  He rustled in the bag again and then climbed between her legs and set several items she couldn’t see on the bed beside him.

  Jenna was so wet, she thought she might come before he touched her. A trail of moisture ran down from her pussy to her ass. Her breathing increased as he stared at her.

  “You’re so horny. I can smell it.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

  “Who’s in charge this afternoon?”

  “You are, Sir.”

  “Who decides when you come, Jenna?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  Mason lifted one hand and gave her pussy a quick spank, shocking her and nearly making her come before he got started. “Thought that would get your attention.”

  Still shocked, she held her breath.

  “Fight it, Jenna. Don’t come.” He stroked her thighs and then pulled her lower lips apart, exposing her pussy to his view. “I love how smooth and pink you are.” He caressed her outer lips with one finger. “And wet. So wet.” He dipped that finger inside her, pushing in as far as he could before drawing it back out and lifting it to his lips. “Mmm.”

  Jenna’s vision blurred. She fought hard. Harder than ever.

  “And these…” Mason smoothed his hands up her body until he cradled her breasts. “I love how they lift when your arms are above your head.” He tapped her nipples until they stiffened further.

  Jenna sucked in a sharp breath and then panted. It was difficult to remain still.

  When Mason pinched both nipples at once, she bucked, unable to control the reaction.

  Mason released her immediately and sat back. “Uh-uh.” He shook his head. “Unless you want me to add a strap across your chest and another one across your hips, I suggest you find a way to obey my words and stay still.”

  Jenna nodded. She was past speech.

  “Since I only have two hands, and I can’t very well give both your nipples and your pussy the attention they deserve at the same time, I’m going to enlist the help of modern
technology.” He reached for something by his side.

  Jenna groaned. If he put a vibrator in her while he played with her boobs, she was doomed.

  What met her gaze was so much worse than that, though.

  Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open when he lifted two items to her view and let them dangle from his fingers for a moment. Clamps.

  Jenna tried to lick her lips, but her mouth was too dry. “Sir, I’ve never…”

  Mason smiled. “Good manners, baby. And I know you haven’t. You’re about to experience more firsts than you can imagine over the next weeks.” He grasped one nipple and twisted it back and forth while he spoke. “Don’t move… That’s it… I’m so proud of you…” When he was satisfied, he pinched the areola and slowly eased the clamp closed over the tip.

  Jenna exhaled slowly. It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but the bite that remained brought new moisture to her pussy. She tried to stay still as Mason worked the other nipple in a similar fashion and then clamped it to match the first. “How’s that, baby?” He met her gaze.

  She couldn’t respond.

  Mason waited, watching her face.

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Too tight?”

  “No, Sir.” Though she had nothing to reference it with, but as the seconds passed, she grew more aroused by the pain that eased into pleasure.

  “Good.” He eased back between her legs. “Let’s me explore this pussy better.”

  As if he hasn’t already become completely intimate with my crotch.

  As if in response to that thought, Mason continued, “I want to learn your responses so well that I can eventually make you come on command. I’m going to train your body to accept whatever I decide to do and not come until I say so.”

  What? Was that possible?

  His fingers stroked everywhere again, and nowhere. He didn’t touch her clit or reach inside her pussy for so long, she began to relax. “Good girl. Control. Learn to control your body. Know that you can, and you will do exactly as I say. And I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  Soon, she hoped.

  Mason pulled the hood back from her clit and leaned over to blow on the exposed nub.

  She flinched.

  “Steady, baby. Your job is to concentrate on staying completely still. Let me control everything. Stop fighting it. Once you let go of your need to control everything, you will enter into a new level of sexual awareness you’ve only dreamed of. I promise.”

  Jenna tried. She willed her body to remain still. She only had inches of wiggle room as it was with her limbs stretched as tight as they were. But Mason wanted those inches for himself. In fact, she was sure she would lie here in this position until she relinquished her will to him.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re catching on. I can see it on your face.” He pushed one finger inside her again and pulled it back out. Again. And again.

  She stiffened her legs to keep from moving her torso. There was no way to get purchase against the mattress, however.

  Mason dragged that finger, wet with her juices, down to her lower hole.

  Jenna’s mouth opened. She fought to keep from denying him that forbidden entrance.

  “If you’ll just feel instead of worrying about social norms, you’ll find you enjoy yourself better.” He circled her puckered entrance, wetting it with her own moisture. It was maddening how long he lingered there until she unclenched her butt cheeks. “That’s it, baby. Just feel.” He grasped her thigh with his free hand as he pressed his finger firmly against her back entrance.

  He didn’t enter, but it was enough knowing he could…and he would. Maybe not today, but soon.

  “You’re doing so well, baby.” He pumped that finger repeatedly, easing it almost off her hole and then pressing again. “You’ll learn to love having something in your ass while I take your pussy. Women say their orgasms are much stronger when both holes are filled.”

  She’d heard that, but hadn’t believed it.

  Mason continued. Eventually she grew less sensitized to his touch there, and the sensation switched from forbidden to sensual.

  “That’s it, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, embarrassed to admit defeat on that issue.

  Finally, Mason circled up toward her pussy. He dipped back inside her and grazed across her G-spot. “Your orgasms belong to me now, Jenna.”

  Hadn’t they for two months?

  “I see the confusion on your face.” He chuckled. “Good. That means you probably haven’t been masturbating very often when I wasn’t with you. I like that.”

  He doesn’t want me to masturbate? Not that she had, damn him. Hell, she hadn’t had time since she’d met him.

  “I’m not saying you can’t masturbate, baby. You can. And you will. But not alone.” He raised an eyebrow until she understood.

  She nodded. Who needed to masturbate when they lived with this pervert? She managed to keep from grinning at the thought.

  “They’ll be times when you’ll wish you could. Especially if you don’t learn quickly to obey me when we’re in D/s mode. I’ll keep you on edge and leave you there with no relief. If you don’t believe me, try me.” His words were definitive, and she knew he wouldn’t balk.

  “Yes, Sir.” It seemed appropriate to acknowledge his words.

  Mason’s finger disappeared from her pussy, and she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her torso into the air the inch available to her.

  That only caused Mason to release her thigh. He stared at her and waited until she set her ass down. “Sorry, Sir. I’m trying, Sir.”

  “I know you are. And I appreciate that. And we have all day and all night for you to get it right, so don’t worry about that.”

  Don’t worry about that? Was he fucking kidding? If he left her tied to this bed that long without release, she’d expire. Her eyes shot wide.

  Mason shrugged. “It’s up to you. I’m a patient man, Jenna. You have nowhere to be. I knew it would take you a while to accept your place here. That’s why I got you the rest of the day off work. Take your time. When you’re ready to fully submit to me, I’ll give you what you need. Until then, I’ll keep instructing you.”

  Jenna stared back at him. He was serious. Now that she’d moved in with him, he expected her to slip further into a submissive role. He meant business. Was she up to the task?

  She loved him more than she’d ever thought she could love another human being. And God almighty did he make her body hum. But this total submission…?

  “Will you want me to obey you at all times from now on, Sir?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer. What if he said yes? Could she do it?

  “Of course not.” He smiled. “Your strong feisty side is what I fell in love with. I never want you to change. However, I’ve let you have too much control when you were in submissive mode until now. I want to change that. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you couldn’t comply. In fact, I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me if I didn’t think you couldn’t submit fully to me. Every time you’ve let yourself go, even for a minute, and let me control you, you’ve had the best sex. Am I right?”

  Jenna nodded. “True…Sir.”

  “Then give me the benefit of the doubt here, and let me show you how much better it can be. We’ll set specific times when I want you to let me dominate you completely. During those times, you will submit just as completely. And you’ll find yourself craving those occasions more and more often. Trust me?”

  “I do, Sir.”

  “Good. Now is one of those times.” Mason leaned forward and cupped her breasts, squeezing them until she became acutely more aware of the nipple clamps and moaned. “You like the clamps.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Never lie to me. I can read you like a book when you’re this horny. May I resume?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Mason smoothed his hands down her body, leaving her boobs jiggling with his re
lease. The clamps shook, increasing the pleasure/pain.

  “Now, if you can remain still long enough for me to bring you to orgasm, I’ll let you have one before we continue.”

  One? How many did he intend?

  He didn’t read her thoughts that time because he’d lowered his gaze to her pussy. He pulled the hood away from her clit again and dipped a finger into her channel. “So wet.” He pulled that wetness out and circled her clit with it.

  Jenna bit the inside of her cheek. The urge to buck was strong. She fought it. The need to come overshadowed, and she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be granted any orgasms if she moved even a millimeter. Instead, she breathed through the urges and left her torso flat on the bed.

  Concentrate on the feeling instead.

  Jenna closed her eyes.

  Mason flicked his finger over her clit. “Good girl. You’re learning.”

  His praise grounded her. She wanted to come badly, but she wanted to make him proud too. She could do this.

  Mason added more pressure against the base of her clit, holding the pressure for several seconds. “That’s it, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  She didn’t answer.

  When he released her clit with that finger, he thrust two into her pussy.

  Jenna screamed, but she didn’t move.

  “So gorgeous, baby. So fucking hot.” He pumped those fingers several times. “I’m so proud of you.” Finally he curled his fingers toward her front and stroked her G-spot. “Right there, baby. Just feel.”

  Sweat built up on her brow from the amount of concentration it took to let Mason rule her body. She’d never been this close without going over.

  “Not yet, baby. Not yet. Feel my fingers. Don’t come.”

  The need built until she thought she’d explode. She tipped her head back, hoping he wouldn’t punish her for the movement.

  Mason said nothing. The slow movement of his fingers against her sweet spot was maddening. And then he increased the speed.

  “Mason,” she screamed.

  Her Dom pinched her clit hard with his free hand. “Come, baby. Now.”

  Jenna shattered. Her pussy grasped at his fingers, milking them hard. Her clit throbbed as wave after wave of her orgasm consumed her until she thought it would never end. She saw nothing. She didn’t even know if her eyes were open or closed for long moments.