by Linzi Basset
“This afternoon didn’t give you a clue as to what kind of life we live, Rachel? And don’t insult me by claiming you weren’t aware that Logan and I have been with Noah and Alexis since she moved here. The two of you talk about everything.”
She stubbornly pressed her lips tighter and folded her arms across her chest.
“What do you want? Or do you expect me to service you? In your dreams, lover boy. Not with another woman’s smell all over you. Even I am not that desperate.”
“And here I was about to admit how arousing I found your jealousy.” Mason shrugged. He walked toward her, crowding her against the breakfast nook.
“I’m not jealous but I am not going to stand in line for your attention either,” she said. His hard body slid easily between her legs as he pushed her upper body flat against the counter. “What do you think you’re doing? I just told you I’m not interested.”
“You’re not? Let’s test that theory, shall we?”
“Mason Walker, I’m not in the mood for your games. It’s three in the morning and I want to go to sleep.” She desperately tried to gather her senses that had gone into overdrive and turned her body into Jell-O.
“Then you shouldn’t have woken me up, sweetie.”
Rachel’s eyes narrowed. “You were sleeping with them?”
“We fell asleep after—”
“I don’t want to hear it. Get off me!” Rachel was engulfed with a rush of possessiveness that floored her mind. The thought of Alexis falling asleep in his arms bothered her more than she cared to admit.
“Hm, are you saying our lifestyle bothers you, luv? That you won’t be able to share me with Alexis and whoever Logan chooses as his wife?”
Rachel stared at him as the implication of what he’d just said, stole her breath. He’d as much as admitted that she was his chosen one.
“What are you saying, Mason?” she managed to croak.
“Do I have to spell it out, Rachel? I’ve already told you that there’s more than sex between us. You stole my heart when you uttered the words, ‘buttocks, if you please’. You, Rachel Melinda Cooper, will be my wife. You might as well get used to the idea.”
“Well, it so happens that I’ve already decided I’m going to be your wife, but that doesn’t mean you get an easy glide into wedded bliss. Not with your Casanova-like attitude and most definitely not before I understand exactly what sharing you would entail.”
“Sexual attraction is part of human nature and should be openly enjoyed. The three of us have very healthy sexual appetites and by sharing those we are in a committed relationship with, offers all parties a way to explore newer experiences.”
“Do you love Alexis?”
Mason began to nibble on the soft skin of her throat. “I have feelings for her, yes and in time, I’m sure it will strengthen to love, as will Noah’s and Logan’s for you. Understand one thing, luv,” he lifted his head to look at her. “This lifestyle will be limited to the three of us. I would never be interested to go outside of our intimate circle.”
“I don’t know how I feel about this, to be—”
“Enough talking for now, sweetie. It’s time to get you to bed. Especially if you have to get up early for work.”
Before she could protest, Mason picked her up and carried her to her room. He lowered her onto the bed and kissed her leisurely but didn’t join her. Rachel would have none of it and wrapped her arms around his neck. She bit into his lower lip and pulled.
“Rachel,” he warned with a hard glimmer in his eyes.
“If you think I’m letting you go, you are sadly mistaken, old-timer,” she growled and tightened her hold around his neck. Her one leg wrapped around his waist. “Get in bed with me, lover boy. I’m in the mood to play hide the salami,” she crowed in his ear.
Mason laughed, yanked the towel from her body and settled between her legs. He leaned on his elbows to keep himself above her.
“You are so fucking sexy, do you know that, Rachel? And, you drive me crazy with lust. I can’t remember the last time I got aroused as quickly as I do with you.”
“Well, that’s good to know. I’ll just have to continue doing what I’m doing to make sure it stays that way.”
She pulled on his sweater. “You’re a tad overdressed, honey,” she cooed as she leaned closer to nibble on his chin.
“I’m not staying, Rachel. I don’t want to be blamed if you fall asleep on the job,” Mason asserted but before she could voice her protest, he leaned down to pull a nipple deep into his mouth and sucked.
“I suppose you’re not up to it after the fuck session with Alexis,” Rachel sulked. “Oow!” she shrieked when Mason awarded her with a sharp bite of her nipple.
He immediately soothed it with a couple of licks before he lifted his head. “Don’t push it, Rachel, and don’t ever disparage my time with Alexis. It’s something I treasure. Until you’re ready to fully embrace what that means, we don’t really stand a chance.”
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention, but how am I supposed to react when I know you’ve just had sex with her and deny me the same pleasure?”
“It’s not a competition, sweetie. There’s a time and place for everything. Like your attitude, right now, deserves reprimanding,” he growled and deftly tied her hands to the frame of the bed with decorative sashes that were draped around the bed frame.
“No! Mason Walker, untie me this instant. You are . . . ooww! Fuck,” she ended in a wail when he gave her two hard slaps on her nipples. She stared at him wide-eyed, amazed when the stinging pain seared through her body, to set her loins throbbing.
“You will learn, my sweet that I have certain proclivities, and this will be your first lesson. Now don’t glare at me, not unless you want a harsher punishment.”
“I’m not a child to be punished and you never said this was going to be part of our lifestyle. Swinging and . . . and BDSM are two different things,” she protested. Her body quivered in excited anticipation, which she did her best to hide from his sharp gaze.
The smile curving his lips proved that he saw more than she was comfortable with.
“Sexual Domination and submission, Rachel, that’s all, but it comes with certain rules. I’ll never force anything on you. We will discuss this in detail, but for now, you’re going to learn to respect this arrangement.”
He sat up between her legs and unbuckled his belt, his eyes enigmatic as he slowly and deliberately pulled it from his pants.
“Mason, what . . . oh shit, you’re not going to—”
Her eyes flared when he wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his hand, leaving an approximate eight-inch flap loose. He spread her legs wide apart and used his feet to keep them in place with gentle pressure.
“Yes, my pet, I’m going to pussy whip you.”
“You . . . you,” she stammered, yanking on the sashes but she was good and properly bound; spread wide open for his pleasure.
“Now, I believe ten strikes would appease my annoyance at your derogatory remarks. Seeing as it’s your first time, I’ll keep the intensity low at first and increase it over the final few strikes. You will accept your punishment, Rachel, in the spirit it is given but if it becomes too much for you, use the word ‘red’.”
“Red!” she cried out immediately. Her cheeks flushed hotly when she noticed his disappointment. “Well, what do you expect? You can’t just throw something like this at me out of the blue! Alexis and Noah don’t even . . . oh god, they do, don’t they? And with you and Logan?” Realization dawned on her when he smirked.
Mason didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed on her spread open labia. She shifted uncomfortably under his searing gaze, aware that he could detect the wetness seeping from her pussy. He brushed his palm up and down, exulting in the moistness that coated his skin.
“Are you going to stand by ‘red’, Rachel?” He asked quietly, not raising his eyes from the slow, teasing motion of his fingers pulling her lips apart and toggling her clitoris.
Rachel gasped and her hips jerked into his hands.
“Mason, please, I need to come. Can’t we rather—”
His sharp look silenced her. It also told her there was no escape. It floored her mind that she actually wanted to please him. Even to submit to this curveball punishment. What was most bewildering was the knowledge that it didn’t frighten her but excited her. She knew enough about Domination and submission to know what to expect and had always wondered how it would feel to submit and give sexual control to a man. Especially to this extent. Her stomach lurched.
“I don’t react well to pain, Mason,” she warned him, still hoping to entice him to fuck her rather than whip her. Her mother’s ruthless physical abuse resurfaced at the back of her mind and how she’d reacted to it over the years. How it had turned the adoration and love she’d once had for them into hate and resentment. What if the same happened with Mason? She knew that once she said yes, she was sealing her fate, committing to a lifestyle that would require utmost trust, communication and respect. She knew that submitting to this punishment would be with her consent, but what if her brain didn’t understand the difference and reacted in the same way?
“A good Dom knows how much his sub can take, sweetie. I will know when you’ve reached your limit and I’ll never push you past that point.”
Mason brushed his fingers over her spread open pussy one more time before he moved his feet from her knees, deciding not to push Rachel further.
“I’ll accept the punishment,” Rachel said in a rush, not wanting him to leave. There was an urgency inside her, pushing her to accept what he had to offer, to give in to her own dark desires. She needed to explore her submissive side he had awakened.
His feet returned to position. He searched her expression before he nodded.
“Very well. Try to relax, luv. Don’t tense your muscles in preparation for the strike. I would suggest you close your eyes. It’s better not to watch—not yet, anyway. There will come a time that I’ll demand you do.”
Rachel didn’t object and her eyelids fluttered closed. She did her best to relax her muscles and concentrated on taking even breaths.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
“Ooh!” She gasped in surprise. Not at the slight sting of the leather against her tender labia but at the rush of sensations it caused all over her body. Her hips shifted on the bed as a flush of heat flooded her loins.
“Mason, I don’t understand,” she said in a small voice, opening her eyes to gaze at him. His lips were turned up in a gentle smile at her confusion.
“You will soon, my pet. There are different kinds of pain. What you’re experiencing is your body’s reaction to an erotic whipping. The kind of strikes you just received, are meant to awaken your desire. Now this,” he said and pulled his hand back and flicked his wrist sharply, “is punishment.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Fuuchk!” Rachel screamed, her hips thrashing and jerking but the pressure of his feet on her knees kept her in place. “That fucking hurt,” she wailed, glowering at him. Her pussy throbbed from the painful strikes. She whimpered when he brushed his palm over her labia. She bit her lip as pain turned to pleasure, flushing her veins with heat.
Crack! Crack!
“Nooo! Jesus, Mason, that hurts. Hmmm,” she ended in a moan as he flicked his finger over her clit, which had hardened into a tight nub. She could feel the constant throbbing inside her pussy which increased with every touch of his finger over the sensitive tip. The pain was forgotten as her system flushed with the need to climax.
“I need to come. How is that even possible? Please,” she begged. Her hips orbited against his hand.
“No, Rachel. This is punishment and you will not come. Is that understood.”
“Yes, but it’s so unfair! It’s not why I phoned you,” she complained loudly, not even caring that she’d just admitted to the fact that she’d wanted him to come to her.
“I don’t suppose it was but then, that’s life, isn’t it? Unpredictable.”
Crack! Crack!
Her scream echoed in the room as the final two strikes connected directly with her clitoris. White-hot pain throbbed in her nerve endings, a fire scorched through her veins. She was pulsing with need and couldn’t keep her hips from canting in a dance of lust.
“Shit! Oh, fucking god,” she moaned, almost crying when Mason released her legs and with relish licked and sucked her blazing clit into his mouth.
Her thighs clamped around his head as she humped his face, silently begging for more.
“Don’t come, Rachel,” he warned again before he buried his lips in her pussy, lapping and sucking at the honeyed nectar he found there.
“You have no idea how I’ve hungered for this, Rachel. To feel you soft and trembling beneath my touch, shivering with need, completely open and vulnerable to me.”
He watched her as he ran his hands up and down her sides, to squeeze her breasts, before tweaking her nipples with sharp pinches.
“Stop, Mason, please, I can’t . . . I need to come,” she puffed, her head moved from side to side on the pillow.
“You will hold your climax, my sweet. Do you know why, luv?”
“I can’t much longer,” she declined to respond to his demand, knowing he wanted her to admit her desire to please him.
He ran his palm down the center of her body, causing her to tremble afresh when he brushed his finger up and down her clit.
Rachel felt like she’d been transported—into a realm where she had no control over her body. Her body shuddered with aftershocks from the whipping. Her pussy spasmed, spurred by her throbbing clitoris that he continued to tap and diddle teasingly.
“Hm, I love your spicy bouquet,” he murmured as he slipped his finger inside her pussy, finding her soaked once more as she clenched around his finger.
“Fuck, Rachel, I love how responsive you are.”
She panted, exulting in his praise, even as the pressure in her loins intensified. She rolled her hips in his hand as pleasure assailed her veins.
“You please me, my sweet,” he murmured, as he massaged the spongy bundle of nerves on the inside of her vagina in tandem with rubbing her clitoris.
Rachel thrashed, her legs scissored in a desperate attempt to stay the climax that she could feel pushing her closer to the edge.
“I need . . . I need . . .” Her head rolled back and forth as she tried to fight the intense pleasure that threatened to devour her.
“Lovely. So fucking beautiful,” Mason murmured as he pushed his tongue between the satiny folds once again to lick and suck her juices.
“I love your taste. It reminds me of juicy fig tarts drizzled with honey,” he said, slurping greedily at her pussy.
“Oh, yes! That feels so good,” Rachel wailed when she felt her pussy clenching, her loins tightening and waited eagerly for the final rush to overwhelm her.
Then he was gone.
Rachel didn’t move or open her eyes. She bit her lower lip to keep herself from exploding in a rage, even as he calmly untied her hands. He settled on the bed next to her, massaging her arms and wrists before he turned her onto her side and pulled her into his arms.
“I’m proud of you, my sweet. So very proud.”
Rachel bit back the stinging retort that sprung to her lips. But her entire body flushed at his praise.
Suddenly the painful throbbing in her loins didn’t matter anymore. Not in the face of the pleasure she saw glimmering in his eyes when she glanced at him.
Damn! It’s not fair.
“Sleep, luv. You’re going to need your strength in the morning.”
“What do you mean?”
“You will not come, Rachel, not until I give you the permission. No masturbating, nothing. Your climaxes belong to me from this point forward. They are meant for my pleasure, to please me.”
“I don’t think I like this Domination-submission shit,” she mumbled with a sour face.
Mason’s delighted laughter
was the melody that soothed her into a deep slumber. He watched her sleep. He’d never turned full Dom on any woman but instinct told him she needed to be controlled. That it was the only way she could truly let go of the demons that always ruled her conscious thoughts. Soon, she will trust him enough to divulge her secrets. Only then could he help her heal.
He smiled as she snuggled closer against his body. He loved riling her up. Soon, she would move in with him and then he would have her where he wanted her. In his bed; their lives entwined. With her legs spread as often and as long as he wanted and him falling asleep with his cock still buried inside her.
Chapter Six
“I tried to stop her, Mason,” Lily said. Mason could hear the disgruntlement in his PA’s voice and knew the cause without looking up. He’d felt her presence before the door had opened.
“I’m sure you did. It’s fine, Lily. Please ensure we’re not interrupted,” Mason responded. He didn’t look up but finished typing an email. The door closed behind Lily. He noticed from his peripheral vision how Rachel’s hands planted themselves on her hips with one foot tapping on the carpet. He had difficulty suppressing the smile at her bratty behavior.
“I expected you much earlier, luv. What kept you so long?” He asked, leaning back in his chair. He tangled his fingers together over his flat stomach as he finally looked at her.
Rachel detected a flash of emotion in his eyes. It silently acknowledged that he was aware of her needs. She took a couple steps closer, noticing how different his eyes were in moments like these, soft and with a loving gleam. The professional was gone and instead she faced a man who wanted to love deeply. If it were anyone else, Rachel would’ve dropped her gaze, because it was at times like this that her age-old insecurities overwhelmed her. With him, she felt drawn in closer, all the while dissolving at those demons inside her.
“Is that so,” she said softly, clearing her throat when it sounded more like a croak. “And why is that, I wonder?”