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Mase gave her only the barest hint of a smile, but the heat and tenderness in his gaze landed in the center of Natalie’s chest and glowed as if he’d handed her a rose.
“All right, that’s good, baby. Come on.”
Then she got to watch his tight, hard ass and powerful thighs work as he climbed the stairs ahead of her. She trailed one hand along the railing for balance and floated up the stairs, each one carrying her closer to who knew what ... but it would include raw intimacy, of that she was sure.
At the top of the stairs, Mase checked again to make sure she was with him, then strolled along the hallway to the last door on the left. He pushed it open and turned to motion her inside.
Natalie looked around the small room with as much trepidation as curiosity. She was here now, where it would all happen tonight.
There was a bed, of course. A big bed, with a burgundy duvet that matched the plush carpet, and the paint on the top half of the walls. The dark wood wainscot was echoed in the other furniture in the room, a tall old-fashioned wardrobe and an armless wooden chair with a padded seat and an odd railing protruding from the legs to one side.
She breathed a sigh of relief. No weird bondage equipment here, at least. A partially opened door revealed only a small bathroom.
“I think we’ll get the apology out of the way first,” Mase said behind her. Nat whirled to find him standing by the door—the open door.
He walked over to the low chair and sat, leaning back with his hands resting on his thighs. He looked like a pasha surveying his newest slave girl. A horny pasha—because that was all Mase swelling the front of his jeans, long and thick.
“And since I wanna make sure your apology is sweet and sincere,” he went on, “I want you naked when you give it.”
She rubbed her hands down over her short skirt. Teri’s dress was so tight it felt as if it had melded to her skin. Getting it off was going to entail some shimmying. She took a step toward the bathroom. “I’ll go change.”
A smile kicking up one side of his wide mouth, Mase shook his head. “Uh-uh,” he chided. “Right here, baby, where I can watch.”
She swallowed, her throat dry. “Well, may I at least close the door?” She could handle him watching her strip, but other people—um, no.
“Nope,” he said. “Door stays open. And it’s true, other Doms might walk back, look right in here—but only a carefully controlled group of people I trust, which means you can trust them too. So that’s a choice you’ll have to make.”
She opened her mouth to protest.
His brows shot together. “Natalie. I’m waiting. I don’t mind waitin’ those times you need me to give you a minute, but now you’re stalling, and we both know it. Take off the dress. Then I’ll let you know what else I want you to take off.”
He was done, that was clear from his tone and the steely look in his eyes. And at this, the band of anxiety that bound her chest suddenly relaxed. She had no choices here, which meant she didn’t have to make choices.
This wasn’t Rambles, this wasn’t her real life full of decisions, all of them difficult and expensive. This was a safe place, where she could just let go and leap, whole-heartedly. Let Mase tell her exactly what to do and then reward her deliciously for doing so.
“Leave the shoes and stockings on,” he instructed. “They’re hot as fuck on your pretty legs.”
Reaching up, Natalie pulled first one and then the other spaghetti strap off her shoulders, and freed her arms. With Mase watching every move, the only sounds the music drifting up from downstairs and her own ragged breathing, she hooked her fingers in the top of the dress and began to push it down over her breasts.
They popped free from the tight spandex, and she heaved a sigh of relief. It caught in her throat at the heat in his gaze. Her nipples tightened into hard, aching nubs.
Her hands shaking with a weird mix of eagerness and embarrassment, she worked the dress down over her ribs, waist and then took another breath for the big effort of getting it over her hips. This took some doing, and her breasts jiggled with the effort as she squirmed and shimmied. Bending her head, she hid her hot face behind her hair, and shut out the sight of Mase’s gaze locked on her every motion.
Underneath, she wore only a black lace thong, and the stockings. Since the strings dug into the top of her hips, it stayed in place as she pushed the dress down her thighs. The garment slid at last to the floor, and she stepped out of it, then squatted as gracefully as she could, bending her knees to one side, to pick it up. Her hair swung forward and she let it lie over her bare breasts as she straightened, eyeing him uncertainly.
His gaze trailed up over her, meeting hers with so much heat and promise she nearly melted to the carpet. He jerked his chin toward the wardrobe. “Go hang up your dress, then come back here to me.”
Right. Turning away, she walked with as much grace as she could manage to the wardrobe, feeling his gaze like a hot brand on her bare ass, which she could feel jiggling. Her skin felt hot, as if she were blushing everywhere, even under the stockings.
Oh, why hadn’t she taken up jogging again, and gone back on that diet she’d tried last year? What if he was sitting there re-thinking his interest in her right now?
She tossed the dress over a hanger in the wardrobe beside a dark, silky robe and then took a breath. Oh, for crying out loud. She’d committed herself to this experience—she wasn’t going to hide from him like a gawky teen now.
Tossing her hair back, she turned and walked back to him, swinging her hips defiantly. She stopped before him, hands on her hips, and dared him silently to disapprove of her.
His mouth twitched and his eyes met hers, full of heat and humor. “Baby, you stalk like a lioness. A hungry one. That’s good, I like you fierce. Gonna make it all the sweeter when you submit to me.”
He patted his thigh. “Now come here.”
That was what the low rail on the chair was for, Nat realized with an unpleasant jolt. For her to grab onto with her hands as she lay across Mase’s hard thighs.
She hesitated, clenching her hands in fists at her sides as she eyed him, then his hard, jean-clad thighs. Then, with a huff, she lowered herself over his lap, squirmed into position so that her breasts were free of his thighs. She held on, her damp palms slipping on the smooth wood.
She waited, shivering with pleasure and a touch of fear as his warm, calloused hand cupped the back of her thigh, traced the upper edge of her stocking and smoothed up over her bare ass cheek. He laid his other hand on the small of her back, claiming her, gentling her.
“You have the sexiest ass I think I’ve ever seen,” he told her, petting her again, his fingers tracing the line of her thong between her ass cheeks. “And thank you for this, baby. Makes you look even more naked.”
“You’re welcome,” she mumbled. A retro, shamefaced part of her wanted to rub her face against his thigh and purr.
He chuckled. “Good to know I’m welcome, ‘cause I’m gonna get so far up inside these flimsy little excuse for panties, you’ll feel me in the back of your throat.”
Oh my God. Her pussy contracted hard at this reminder of how thoroughly he filled her. She squirmed on his lap.
He grunted. “See you want that too. But you don’t get my cock until I get my apology. And to know you mean it, you’re gonna take my palm on your sweet ass. You ready?”
No, she was not. She wanted up on his lap in a different way, one that included her straddling him and getting his jeans open as fast as possible.
She blew out a breath and nodded. Funny how big a part breathing was of this whole thing.
“All right. Now, what’s your safe word?”
“Purple,” she said. Good God, was she going to need it? His next words proved she might.
“Good, ‘cause I’m not gonna go easy on you this time, Natalie. You mouth off to me in my club, you take the consequences.”
His hard palm cracked on her ass cheek, hard. Nat flinched, sucked in a sharp breath, and he spanked her again on the other side, again hard. And that was just the beginning. In less than a moment, her eyes were full of tears, and she was whimpering with each blow, much as she tried to be quiet.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “Mase. I’m sorry I, um, mouthed off. Stop!”
Two more hard smacks and then he stopped to pet her thigh. “All right, baby. Open your legs for me and we’ll finish up.”
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. But even as she shook her head, tears blurring her vision, Natalie found herself parting her thighs for him. His fingers delved into the furrow of her labia, and she moved, arching into his touch.
“Sweet,” he murmured. “So sweet. So wet for me.”
When he smacked her again, the sting landed on her swollen labia and reverberated through her pussy. She whimpered, and his hand tightened on her back.
“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you.”
He smacked her again, twice in quick succession. Nat whimpered again as the sting morphed into hard contractions of need inside her. She found herself parting her legs farther, inviting his touch.
Mase crooned to her. “Give it all to me, Natalie. Who’s ass and pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she moaned. “Yours, Mase. Please ... I need—”
He smacked her again, the little blows landing on her mons, teasing her clit with the sting and then retreat. Oh, God, she was close, so close to coming, hard and fast. How had she gone from chagrined to totally aroused this way? She should feel ashamed of her own eagerness to be treated like a sex toy, and she would ... but later.
“Please, Mase,” she begged, squirming again to show him she was ready.
But instead the man stroked her stinging ass. “Not yet. C’mon, up.”
What? He’d brought her this close and now he was just going to leave her hanging? Natalie nearly staggered as she gained her feet. Mase steadied her with his hands on her hips, and pulled her between his thighs, looking up at her.
“That was a punishment, baby, not a reward,” he informed her, a smile playing about his mouth that said he knew exactly how pissed off and aroused she was. “Now, you gonna disrespect me in my club again?”
She glowered down at him, pressing her thighs together and wishing she could just put her own hand between her legs and touch herself. Two or three quick strokes and she’d go off like a rocket, with him watching or not. Wait, him watching would make it exponentially hotter.
“No, Mase.” But she was going to jump him if he didn’t do something soon.
He smiled slowly. “Good. Now, here’s how this is gonna go. You wanna come?”
Of course she wanted to come. She nodded, a nebulous dread lifting goose bumps on her skin.
He nodded back, looking pleased. Of course he would, the cocky bastard was in charge and he knew it.
“All right,” he said, inserting his thumbs under the strings of her thong and pulling it down over her hips. It stung as it brushed over her ass. “Let’s get this off. It’s hot, but it’s gonna be in my way.”
Natalie let the thong fall and stepped out of it, waiting with bated breath for him to touch her again, she didn’t care how. Anything, just as long as she got to have his hands, his cock.
“Go and sit on the side of the bed. That’s right, lean back on your hands, like I showed you. Good, and spread your legs. You know I like to see that pussy.”
Alight with anticipation, Natalie did as he instructed her, and watched greedily as he stood, and walked toward her. Oooh, maybe she was going to get his mouth on her pussy.
He stopped between her thighs. Looked her over, while she arched her back and presented herself for him, unable to keep up any pretense that she was not intent on beguiling him into her arms, her body.
Mase gave her a look full of satisfaction. “You want to please me, Natalie?” he asked her, reaching to trail the back of one finger down from his key to the slope of her breast. He tweaked one of her nipples, watching as it bent with his caress. The little caress sent pleasure clear through her. He repeated it on her other breast and she arched up to him.
“Yes, Mase,” she said. She did want to please him, oh she did. And she wanted him to please her at the same time.
“Good.” He bent, pressed one, soft hot kiss to her parted lips and then smiled at her, a world of danger and heat in his gaze. “Then lie back. I’m gonna eat your pussy.”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, lying back so fast the mattress dipped under her. “Oh, Mase. Oh, my God, I want your mouth on me so much.”
He cupped her mons and smiled down at her. “Oh, you’re gonna get it.” That wicked finger trailed down over her mons and into her wetness, returning to circle her clit with lazy precision. She moaned at the intense pleasure streaking through her.
“And Nat?” he went on gently, jerking his head toward the door. “Dack and Trace are gonna watch you come on my mouth.”