“I love your back. Your muscles bulging for me. Seeing the sweat begin to form and knowing I did that.” Her voice purred.
Mason groaned. A deep rumble more than an audible sound. Holly leaned in close, her nipples meeting his back as she leaned into him, touching his neck with her lips, scraping her teeth lightly against the base of his neck. Sliding around to face him, she gazed at his bare chest sporting hard nipples of his own, she smoothed her hands over both his flat nipples, feeling their stiffness in her palms.
Looking up, she stared Mason in the eye. “This is where you never let me touch you before. You are mine while you’re here, just as much as I am yours.” His throat worked, making his Adam’s apple bob a few times. “Don’t speak or I’ll have to gag you. I forgot to mention that.” Tonight was her night. She didn’t want to hear any protests or rejections. Not tonight.
Mason nodded hesitantly, his breathing became shallow, rough.
“Your safe word is red. You know how to use a safe word, yes? You may nod.”
He nodded. “We’re not going to be playing that hard, but you never know. We’ll keep it in reserve for later. Right now, I have plans for this gorgeous body of yours.” She ran her hands down from his ribs to his incredible washboard abs and proceeded to unbutton his jeans, Five-O-Ones. Pushing the tough material down his thighs, she let out a surprised laugh as his cock sprang free. Mason went commando. How could she forget that little detail? She stroked his long, hard cock up and down, enjoying its smooth hardness. He was huge, she had to give him that. Her pussy wept in anticipation of the feel of him sliding inside her, touching her so intimately.
Leaning down, she lapped at the pre-come beading on the slit of his shaft. His flavor she remembered the spicy, mildly salty mix that had her pulling him further into her mouth. Hands pumping in time to her tongue laving up and down his thickness. She sucked harder and worked him down to the back of her throat and swallowed several times. He bucked and cried out a huff of breath. Looking up, his eyes were wide open, staring holes into her mouth if it were possible. Enough for now. She pulled back she wanted him to come inside her. They’d play this game later.
“You and your big cock are going to learn how to please instead of how to take.” She looked up at him. “Ready?”
He nodded. His face had a ruddy hue and the veins in his neck stood out, but he remained silent.
“Good. I thought I might catch you there.” She gave his cock a lick as his reward for good behavior.
Having Mason at her mercy, the intense feminine power and her audacity to wield that power, surprised her more than she thought she’d surprised him. She had never in her life been a dominant lover. “I always waited for you to take the lead, now that I have the rains, what do you think?”
Nostrils flaring, Mason reached up to caress her cheek. The touch pulled at her, drawing a tender spot of hurt from her bruised heart and she felt it vanish. Her throat tightened, a lump of emotion choking her for a moment. She laid her head against his chest, wrapped her arms around him and felt his arms encircle her. There was no crying in tonight’s activities. She chanted ‘no tears’ to herself until the urge to cry slipped away. His tenderness briefly eased her fears. He was allowing her to exact revenge. He didn’t know what she had in mind, but had agreed to let her do anything she wanted to him. She determined to make his sacrifice worth his while. His trust moved her one step farther to putting away the past.
Holly pushed him into a chair, knelt down and removed his boots, socks and the jeans that had him hobbled.
Finally.
Naked.
He was gloriously naked. “I think we can move into my room now.” Holly led the way, not touching him. Still fully dressed she turned to him. “Do you feel awkward or vulnerable naked while I’m fully dressed?”
Mason tipped his head sideways, but didn’t show any move to answer her question. “This is how many women feel all the time. I felt this way ten years ago. I wanted to be on equal footing, to explore you and you never gave me any way to do that, to feel like an equal. It’s simple really.” She turned on the bedside lamp. Enough light brightened up the room, but no harsh glare like if she turned on the overhead light. “Come here.” Patting the bed, he sat down. “Unbutton my blouse.” Moving to stand between his parted thighs, she gave his cock a quick pat. In his sitting position, his head hit at her chest level. She stopped Mason from removing her blouse completely, catching on her elbows, she left it there, encouraging him to kiss his way from one breast to the next, taking a long moment to suck each nipple into his mouth and work it hard with his tongue. Pulling back, she leaned into him, hugging his head between her breasts. She leaned her head atop his, hugging her to him, absorbing his warmth.
“Do you feel my heart racing?”
He nodded.
“These touches and hugs you should give me all day long, in front of witnesses. It says you’re not ashamed of me. You’re not hiding me. You failed this last time too. The only time you touched me was when we were alone and the lights were off. You made me feel like your dirty little secret.” She pulled away from him and his fingers which had stilled on her hips to peer into his eyes. She saw remorse and sorrow and maybe what she hoped was a little understanding mixed in with his raging arousal. “This is what tonight’s for. When we’re done with your training, you will know how to love a woman.”
“Slide my shirt off now.” He gently removed her blouse, caressing her arms with every inch of exposed flesh. “Mmm, that’s nice,” her knees weakened. She stepped out of her shoes, but let him finish undressing her. When he closed in to remove her panties, he took a deep breath, ran his tongue in her belly button and circled her little indent a couple times.
Holly leaned back and let out a whispered “yes.” A quick tug and he had her panties down at her feet. She stepped out of them and unhooked her matching bra. “All this touching, that’s expressing appreciation and approval. Women sharing your bed need that. You’re not supposed to just pounce on them. Women like appreciation and approval.” She cupped her breasts to him. Her need reflected in his eyes. He wrapped his lips around a nipple immediately, the pleasure darted down her body straight to her clit. Aflame and aching with emptiness, her body pulsed at the hot feel of his mouth on her. He used his teeth and tongue to pull at one then the other nipple, her body arching against him.
Grasping his cock in her hand again, she tugged it gently. He released her breast to groan. He pushed against her stroking and came in seconds. She kissed him, opened her mouth to slide her tongue between his lips. Soul searing, deeply aching, she stepped away. He leaned to recapture her lips. She laughed and stepped away, walked to the bathroom to wash his seed from her hands. She shivered. The break in action giving her some much needed time to regroup. She wanted nothing more than to mount him and go for it. That’s not what tonight was for. She needed to finish his lessons first.
She brought a towel back to the bed, setting it aside. She watched him watch her. “We’ll have to work on that hair trigger.”
He glared at her. She laughed. “No need to be defensive. I realize you’ve never had to exercise control with your women.” She leaned over him, his cock semi-erect again, pointing at her mouth. “Now comes the good part.” Reaching behind the head of the mattress, she grasped a set of leather cuffs. “Scoot back to the head of the bed.” He complied, his expression priceless in a mix of passion and apprehension. Pulling his hands up and out so they rested against the tall headboard, she fastened the cuffs around his wrists. She tested them. They held. The attached set of chains, built below eye level on the headboard, was so unobtrusive she knew Mason had not noticed them.
She climbed down his now trapped body and gave his cock a lick before taking the head into her mouth. Sucking him in deep, her other hand worked his balls. When she felt him twitch and his grunts began to push her excitement into overdrive, she pulled him out of her mouth. “Not yet.” kissing his abdomen and chest as she moved up. “Relax, this d
oesn’t hurt. Do you remember how you told me to suck your dick?” He didn’t move, continuing to watch her. Did he remember? The memory churned in her mind. “You straddled me and put your dick in my mouth. In our sexcapades together, you never once returned the favor. Tonight, you’ll eat my pussy.” His eyes widened and he gave an eager jerk of his head. “Good boy, I’ll take that as a yes.”
She rose up, put her knees to either side of his head and grabbed the head board as he went to work on her. His hands grabbed the chain and pulled tight. His tongue shot up and pierced her drenched opening. He ran his tongue up to her clit and back to the rose bud of her rear entrance. His tongue circled her clit mercilessly, leaving her no opportunity to escape. Pleasure thundered through her body, “So good. Yes, Mason. Don’t stop.” The force of her orgasm had her screaming his name as she exploded over him. Stars crossed her vision, her limbs shuddered and her brain misfired. He continued to work her sensitive clit until she writhed, panted and desperately needed to feel him inside her.
Releasing his wrists from the cuffs, she felt one of his fingers explore her back hole.
“Yes, do it.” Her pussy wept more when he pushed his finger in her ass. He worked a second finger in and nipped at her bundle of nerves then sucked on her clit, hard. Her release pulled clear from her toes as she came in a second wonderful orgasm. She would have woken her neighbors if she had any, thankfully she didn’t. She rose from him shaky from her release.
“That was amazing.” She was nearly blind with the pleasure. He grinned at her.
Grabbing a towel from the night stand, she cleaned him off before kissing him, her flavor mixing with his spice made her want him inside her. She straddled his body with hers and took him. The feeling was all she remembered and more. He filled her to overflowing. “Fuck me hard.” She said, her body sliding up and down his big cock. She was so wet, he had no problems moving in and out. He groaned a half-shout and came before she could build up to another orgasm, barely a minute inside her.
“Damn, Mason, you left me hanging again.” She looked at him, their labored breathing the only sound in the room. “I think we may have to get you a cock ring.” She stayed still, his cock twitched inside her. She leaned over him, not moving her hips and caressed his insanely strong chest, arms, and neck. Feathering kisses along his face and taking his mouth in a slow, lazy perusal. “I hope you have a quick recovery time.” Taking a moment to rub his wrists, he had pulled pretty hard and left marks on his wrists. “What are you going to tell your friends?”
Mason’s eyes had that mischievous look she knew. “Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell,” she wagged a finger at him.
Turning her back to him, she stayed on her hands and knees, completely exposed to him. She knew evidence of their mixed desire slid down her thighs, she felt his fingers draw her cream up to her ass. Holly crossed her arms to rest her head on them. Mason shifted to his knees and replaced his finger with his cock. She breathed out and he pushed past the tight ring of muscles. She thought she’d die of the pleasure. “Speak,” was all she could manage to say as he cautiously pumped in and out of her. With one hand he reached around and pinched her clit, his other clamped against her hip to give him leverage.
“You’re so beautiful. I love you taking charge and I love this ass. So tight. Do you remember me fucking this gorgeous ass?” Memories flooded her mind at his words.
“Yes.” She bucked against him. He kept her from coming, easing his assault on her clit. She cried out in protest. “Make me come.”
He pulled on her clit as he hammered into her ass and she came instantly. He followed suit.
Groaning as he pulled out of her, he touched and kissed her warm back before he stepped into the bathroom. She could hear the water running. When he returned, he cleaned her with a warm cloth. When he finished, he pulled her atop of him and cuddled her. “Lay here.”
Too spent to argue she said, “Okay.” She had multiple orgasms for the first time ever. He deserved her indulgence. “Last lesson, ask if she’s done.”
“Are you done?” Little kisses caressed her shoulder.
“For now.”
His lesson was over.
“You did well. If I knew it could be so good, I would have made a lesson plan sooner.” Mason turned his head into her hair and breathed deep.
“I’m sorry about before.” He cleared his throat. His words appeared hard to get out.
“Do you see now, why I asked for dominance tonight?”
“Yes, I do. I’m sorry for not keeping you in mind, for your disappointment.”
“We’ll talk later. Sleep holding me now. You didn’t do that before either.”
* * *
Mason scowled. The truth of her words catching in his heart. And his pride. He’d treated her as a fuck buddy. Not as a woman who mattered. The reality may hurt, but he’d rather know now so he had a better chance of keeping her. He let her have today because he wanted them to have a fresh start and until the past was behind them, it could only be in the way.
His arms tightened around her. Her pussy rubbed over his cock. “Mmm. That’s good.” She rubbed herself over his cock, his hands again on her hips as he helped her motion. She came again.
He smiled as her pussy quivered over him. She was so responsive. “Now who has a hair trigger?
“Can’t help it. You’re yummy.” Her sleepy words warmed him. They were asleep in minutes.
Chapter Three
Stretching, arms over her head, Holly rolled to her back, her hand hitting only a pink embroidered pillow case. Pushing away the disappointment and hurt to be waking on her own once again, she got up and headed for the shower. Brushing out her hair more aggressively than normal, frustrated that Mason had bugged out, her angry strokes made the job more painful, giving her an excuse for eyes which stung with tears. She must have forgotten to mention the waking part of their lesson.
To be honest, her heart ached, crushed because she’d let her guard down. Annoyed with herself, she had tried to keep last night separate in her mind and from her heart. The hope that Mason would take her emotions, needs and sexual desires seriously obviously met with failure. Last night she believed he understood what she was trying to show him. Did he get any of what she was saying? Shrugging, she guessed it didn’t matter now.
Warm water gently beating upon her back from the shower helped her to relax, if not forget. Toweling herself dry she noticed all the love bites on her skin, certain areas slightly abraded from Mason’s stubble. The deeply erotic memories from the night before stirred her resolve to put him out of her mind. No regrets. She promised herself no regrets, a big girl now, she was going to suck up her disappointment and move on. She accomplished what she’d set out to do. Now, she was going back to work as though nothing happened. What other options were there?
* * *
Mason hated having to leave Holly, but his seven-thirty meeting with a large developer in their region couldn’t be put off, couldn’t risk losing this opportunity. He’d have to answer to Holly about a number of things and since that wasn’t going to be a short conversation, he’d add morning abandonment to the list. His imagination ran wild as the idea of what her reaction would be when they got together again. He flinched.
Images of Holly taking control in the bedroom made him ache for more. He wanted to show her his dominant streak. She acted as a bottom, a submissive, in their past, but now she seemed at home as a top in the bedroom. The need to dominate, to control her pleasure and make it more than she could achieve on her own, relentlessly drove his imagination overtime. He’d have to take his turn. Soon.
He would make arrangements with her at lunch. He had to make up for many poor choices and actions. Holly was amazing, her taste and scent lingering in his senses, making him hard. How could they have slept together more than once and he not give her some basic satisfaction? She was right to be pissed with him. He’d have to tell her about his resolution to curb his drinking all those years ago and his new desire for
a long-term relationship with her, not just a quick lay.
Lunch time at the pizzeria, Anna Beth Caldwell approached his table. “Hey ya, Mason,” her platinum blond hair teased mercilessly into position, framed an aging face. She showed all her forty-five years. She’d married well once and made a nest egg out of the divorce. She had a determined streak he appreciated though and liked her toughness. Her somewhat abrasive personality often rubbed people the wrong way, but Mason knew her well enough to recognize a defense mechanism. After the divorce, she had been shunned by many of the townspeople and she’d learned to bite first and appear as though nothing could bother her. He knew differently.
He gave her a half-hug around the shoulders. “Anna Beth, how are you?”
Smiling wide, she said, “Tremendous. Going to meet with Sam, which always makes my day.”
Mason shook his head slightly. Most of Four Winds knew she was hooked up with Sam Wilkins. His law firm consisted of him and a seventy-year-old secretary who kept him on task whenever necessary. “When are you going to quit torturing Sam and make him marry you?”
“He’s not quite ready yet.” Her eyes sparkled with humor.
Holly moved behind the counter. Mason’s eyes followed. Holly had given him the cold shoulder since he entered the pizzeria ten minutes ago. He’d felt as though the thermostat was working below zero. He’d just gotten there and now approaching her would be more difficult than he anticipated. After the heat between them last night, he prepared himself for a confrontation, but had been surprised by the freeze out.
“Mason. Hey, Mason!” Anna Beth waved her hands in front of his face and snapped her fingers a few times. “Where’d you go?”
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