by Opal Carew
He glided deep into her. His pace picked up and his cock stroked her faster. Filling her ass. Again. And again.
She arched her ass upward, wanting him to keep giving her this incredible pleasure.
The simmering embers of her recent orgasm flared to life and joy wafted through her. Building. She moaned as he drove deep, then drew back again.
“I—”
He drove deeper this time and she gasped, pleasure rippling across every nerve-ending.
“Mason, you’re making me … oh, God, yes,” she cried at another deep thrust. She trembled at the exquisite sensation. “Making me…” Then she moaned, unable to utter another word. Joy pulsed through her and she shuddered, his big cock continuing to fill her, then she wailed at the cataclysmic bliss that jolted through her, expanding to fill her whole being.
She sobbed as he kept thrusting, riding the wave of ecstasy with wild abandon.
Then he drove deep, and held her tight to him. His cock pulsed inside her and she moaned at his guttural groan, and then heat filled her ass.
She trembled in the darkness, blind with the cloth still covering her eyes. The only sound around her the deep ragged breath. Her. Mason. And James.
Finally, Mason drew his cock from inside her and sat on the bench, then drew her toward him. She rested against his solid body.
James shifted and moved away from her. A moment later, she heard a door open and close again.
She and Mason were alone. She could feel it.
Mason’s fingers played along the back of her head and the blindfold released. He drew it away. She blinked in the soft light of the room. Mason lifted her to her feet and turned her around, then dragged her into his arms and kissed her with passion. Her arms slid around him as she held him as close as she could.
“You liked that,” he murmured against her ear.
“Oh, yes.”
His hand glided down her back to her ass and he squeezed her cheek tightly, then smacked it sharply.
“I should punish you for tempting me into letting another man fuck you.”
She tipped her head up and as her gaze locked with his, she realized she wanted him to.
“Yes, Sir. Punish me.”
He groaned.
He dragged her to a nearby table and pushed her torso down on it until her breasts were crushed against the cold, stainless steel surface. His hand smacked against her ass.
“Oh, yes, Sir. Harder, please.”
He smacked again. Hard this time. Her ass tingled.
“Yes, please, more.”
“Fuck, baby.” His hand slapped against her tingling flesh again, and she moaned.
He kept slapping her and the pleasure-pain was incredible. She wanted this. And so much more.
He slapped a little lower, near her intimate flesh.
“Oh, yes.”
He slapped again and his fingers brushed her folds as he drew his hand back.
He spanked her with short, fast strokes and she arched against him, delighting in the joyous mélange of pleasure and pain. Then to her complete surprise, she moaned as an orgasm jolted through her.
His continuing smacks fueled the fire and she wailed her release.
Finally, his hand came to a halt.
“You might not be able to sit for a week,” he observed, dragging his fingertips lightly over her hot, smarting ass.
“But it was so worth it.” She smiled. “Sir.”
* * *
Mason carried Dana down the hall to his bedroom, then set her on her feet. He hadn’t been kidding. Her ass was bright red and must sting like hell.
He pulled back the covers and lay down.
“You probably won’t want to lie on your back.”
She smiled and climbed into the bed, then lay on her stomach, half on top of him, her arm draped around his waist. He curled his arm around her.
“I’m sure you’re right.”
One soft breast was crushed against him and her head rested against his chest. He breathed in the lilac scent of her soft, dark hair. He stroked the long strands back from her face and brushed his lips against her forehead.
“Mmm.” She sighed contentedly.
God, she had been incredible. He might have suggested she be with James, but everything that had happened after that she had embraced wholeheartedly.
He had been trying to push her away, believing she could never accept his sexual lifestyle, but she had completely surprised him.
She had awakened something in him. With his other subs, everything was predictable. He knew what they wanted and he gave it to them. They satisfied him, too, but there was no real excitement for him.
With Dana, he wanted to explore new things. To find out what excited her. What she wanted and needed. And he had a feeling she would arouse him in ways he had never before anticipated.
His heart thumped in his chest and he cursed himself. This was not supposed to be happening. He was supposed to drive her away.
She sighed against him, her breath washing over his heated skin. Her even breathing told him she was asleep.
She was so sweet. His innocent Dana.
But no more. Now he’d discovered she was a vixen in bed. And adventurous beyond his wildest dreams.
Fuck, what the hell was he going to do now?
* * *
Dana woke up snuggled close to Mason, his strong arms around her. Sunlight warmed her cheek. Her eyelids opened and she found Mason’s dark blue eyes staring back at her.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice husky.
“Good morning.” She snuggled closer, and his arms tightened around her.
It was heaven waking up in his arms. Being cradled close to his body. She wanted every day to begin and end like this. Happiness welled through her until she felt she would burst.
“I love you, Mason.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she’d made a mistake. His body stiffened.
It was too much, too soon. They had been making progress. She could feel it. But had those words broken everything?
* * *
Mason pushed himself from the bed and walked from the room, not looking back.
Damn it, she’d said she loved him and as much as he loved hearing it, he couldn’t encourage her. Of course, he’d been a fucking idiot last night when he’d encouraged her to be with James rather than play on her nervousness and convince her to stop this once and for all. But he couldn’t help himself. Once she’d agreed to try being with another man, it was all he could think about. Watching while James stroked her. While he gave her pleasure.
While he made her come.
And it had been exhilarating.
But he’d blown the chance to drive her away. And now … she’d said she loved him.
Fuck, his heart said that they could make it work. That Dana had already proven that she could take whatever he gave her, and more.
And that what she wanted excited him. They could find a balance. A shared pleasure that would be deeply arousing for both of them. And satisfying.
But even if that were true, he couldn’t expose her to the hell his father would put them through. Mason wanted to protect her, and to do that, he needed to get her away from himself, and far away from his son-of-a-bitch father.
* * *
Dana stared at the closed door. Oh, God, she had screwed things up.
She pushed herself from the bed, ready to chase after him, but when she felt the cold, brass doorknob in her hand, instead of turning it, she stopped and rested her head against the door.
What was she doing? Chasing after him was crazy. He’d left because he wanted to get away from her. He needed his space. If he wanted to talk to her, he knew where she was. Going after him would only make things worse.
She sighed and pushed herself from the door, then went into the bathroom. After she’d showered and dressed, she walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. Mason was nowhere to be seen. She even went to the Dark Room and peered inside,
in hopes he might be waiting for her there.
But he wasn’t.
She made herself some breakfast, sat down in the sunny dining room, and stared out over the city. It wasn’t fair. If she had only another day or two with Mason, she didn’t want to spend it sitting here on her own.
After she finished eating, she grabbed her cell phone and checked her texts and e-mail, hoping Mason had sent her a message. No luck.
But there was an e-mail from Elli.
WTF, Dana? Are you really sleeping with your brother?
Dana frowned and clicked on the link included in the e-mail.
Her jaw dropped as she stared at the article. It was a tabloid with an awful picture of her and Mason. Out of focus and unflattering, it looked like it had been taken when she was about seventeen. She recognized it as the time she’d tried roller blading and had taken a fall. Mason had helped her up, but the angle and the way they’d cropped it made it look like he was pulling her into his arms.
The headline read: MEDIA MOGUL SCREWING HIS SISTER.
Oh, God. The article outright claimed that she and Mason were having sex—which of course she couldn’t deny—but they also insinuated that it had been going on ever since she was sixteen. And the reporter made it sound like she was his actual sister.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!
Did Mason know about this?
If he didn’t when he found out, he would freak out.
She slumped in the chair. And he would definitely send her away.
She bit her lip. How much would this affect Mason? Would his business be in trouble? Would he recover?
Her phone vibrated and she picked it up. A text from Mason.
Are you there?
Yes, she tapped into her phone.
The driver will be there in fifteen minutes.
Where am I going? she asked, worried that he would tell her to pack her bags so he could send her away.
No questions. Take off your clothes and wear only your coat and shoes.
She frowned. It didn’t sound like he was sending her away. I only have a jacket with me.
Then the driver will bring you a coat. Strip now and wear a robe until he arrives.
Yes, Sir, she responded.
Twenty minutes later, the doors of the private elevator in the foyer opened and the driver, in his dark suit, stepped into the penthouse. She walked toward him, her hands tightening the ties of the robe around her waist.
“This is for you,” he said, holding out a black coat. “And these.”
He handed her a bag and she peered inside to see high-heeled, red leather shoes.
It wasn’t the usual driver, but Mason probably had more than one.
“Thank you,” she said, taking the coat and bag from him.
She walked down the hall to her bedroom and shed the robe, then pulled on the coat. She stepped into the high heels Mason had sent, then walked to the foyer again.
She followed the driver into the elevator, then to the car parked outside the building. He opened the door and she climbed into the backseat, extremely aware of her nakedness under the coat.
Did the driver know?
He climbed into the driver’s seat. She pressed her knees together tightly as he turned around.
“He told me to put these on you.”
He held up a pair of red handcuffs. Not soft, fluffy cuffs, but solid metal, like real police cuffs, but in some designer red steel.
He opened the cuffs and waited expectantly. Obediently, she held one wrist out and allowed him to snap the cuff around it, then the other. The bite of the cold steel sent a shiver through her.
She sat back in the seat as the car glided forward, wondering where he was taking her.
Since this was the last day of her trial, Mason was probably going to put her through some final trial to drive her away. He wanted her to call it quits, but she wouldn’t. No matter what he did to try and scare her away.
If he wanted to be rid of her, he’d have to send her away himself.
The car soon turned onto the highway and sped away from the city. A good half hour passed, then another twenty minutes. Where were they going?
After an hour, the car pulled off the road to a big gate. The gate opened allowing the car to pass through, then they followed a long, winding driveway to a big house. She’d never seen it before, but Mason was wealthy enough to have several houses.
The driver opened her door and offered his hand. She would have liked to have one hand free to ensure her coat didn’t flash open, but with her wrists bound together by the handcuffs, he took both her hands to help her from the car and steady her as she walked.
He accompanied her to the door, then unlocked it and waited for her to enter, then followed her inside.
“Follow me,” he said.
She followed the driver down a long hallway, then through a door. This was a different version of the Dark Room. It felt more ominous somehow. The walls were dark-gray brick, the ceiling black. There were chains on one wall and a big cupboard that probably housed his devices. And very little furniture in the room. Just one large chair—like a throne—located near the center of the room.
The driver led her toward the chair, but stopped several feet away, basically in the center of the room. He pressed a button on a remote control and the clanking of a heavy chain startled her as it dropped in front of her. Before she realized what was happening, the driver clipped the chain to her handcuffs, then used the remote to retract the chain, pulling her hands above her head. It kept going until it became uncomfortable, stretching her arms upward, pulling her almost to her toes.
“Oh, can you lower it a little, please?” she asked, her shoulders already starting to ache.
But he ignored her as he set the remote control on the arm of the big chair, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
She turned a little, staring at the door, aghast. Then she lost her balance on the precariously high heels and her foot tipped over. The shoe fell to the side and slipped away, so she was forced to stand on her toes.
After a few moments, the uncomfortable position with one shoe on and one off became intolerable, so she kicked the other one off, too, and stood on her tippy-toes.
This wasn’t like Mason to leave her alone and in discomfort.
She bit her lip. Except when he’d bound her to the chair.
What challenge was he going to put her through now? Whatever it was, she would prove to him she could handle it.
But the bite of the metal against her wrists, now chafing painfully as she found it harder to hold her body high enough, made her question how long she could hold out.
She heard the doorknob turn and her gaze jerked to the door.
Finally, Mason was here.
But to her complete shock, the man in the doorway was not Mason. It was her stepfather.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Shut up, girl.” His nasty, flat-gray eyes focused on her as he walked toward her.
Her skin crawled as his gaze dragged up and down her body. Did he know she was naked under the coat?
She had always been uncomfortable around him, as if he wanted something from her he shouldn’t want. But luckily she’d never found herself alone with him before.
He stepped in front of her and she cringed. Then he smiled and, to her horror, ripped the zipper of her coat down and pulled it open.
She gasped, mortified. He pulled a pair of scissors from his jacket pocket, then he cut away the bulk of the garment, leaving only the sleeves and the upper part of the back. Now she stood here, totally exposed to him.
Oh, God, this can’t be happening.
He leered at her, staring at her heaving breasts. Finally, he dragged his gaze to her face.
“I’m sure you probably think your brother, Mason, is going to come and find you here, then spirit you away to safety.”
She couldn’t hide that truth from her eyes and he laughed at the sight. An evil, distur
bing laugh.
“You might as well get that thought out of your head right now.” He pulled a paper from his pocket and unfolded it, then held it in front of her face. “Mason sold me your contract.”
The paper was the recent contract she had signed with Mason with a note scrawled on the bottom in Mason’s handwriting stating that he was transferring the contract to his father.
“But he wouldn’t do that.”
“Are you calling me a liar, girl?” He snatched the paper away and shoved it back in his pocket.
She locked gazes with him, but couldn’t hold it. Her memories of cowering from him as a teenager were too raw in her mind. Her stomach was tied up in knots and her cheeks blazed with heat at this intensely disturbing situation.
“Why would he do such a thing?” she finally uttered hoarsely.
He laughed. “Mason has unusual tastes. He is perverted in his sexual interests. He likes to push the limits into forbidden territory.” His sharp gaze locked on hers, holding her mesmerized. “He liked the illicitness of fucking his sister.”
“Stepsister,” she corrected.
He just shrugged. “Did you know he also fucked his stepmother?”
Her eyes widened. “No. He wouldn’t have.”
He just laughed again. “You are a stupid little cunt, aren’t you.” His gaze dropped to her breasts and her breath caught at the blatant lust in his eyes. “But I don’t give a fuck how stupid you are. I’ve been longing to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you.” He grinned, making her blood run cold. “Now I finally get the chance.”
She gasped as his hand covered her breast and squeezed.
Oh, God, no. This couldn’t be happening.
She heard the sound of the door opening and banging against the doorstop. She jerked her head around, desperately hoping it was Mason. That her stepfather was lying and Mason was here to save her.
But Maria stood in the doorway.
Her stepfather scowled. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.
“I can be anywhere the hell I want,” Maria answered as she walked into the room, staring at Dana with seeming disinterest. “So you finally got the brat naked and helpless. Well, enjoy the view while you can, because that’s all you’re going to get.”
He scowled. “How did you know I was here?”