Chapter Eleven

Mason leaned his chest over Stella’s body as his weight pressed her back into the warm sand that still held the afternoon heat. The grainy substance slid and shifted under the weight of his palm as Stella’s back pressed into the ground. Her hair would likely be covered in the gritty fine dirt, but she would still look amazing. She could be covered, head to toe, in mud and still be the sexiest woman in his eyes.

His lips slanted over hers. First kissing her soft and slow before the hunger lurking inside him decided it wasn’t going to stand for soft and gentle tonight. He wanted her. He needed her bad. There wasn’t a moment they had spent together that his mind hadn’t drifted to sex in one form or fashion. Not bad for a guy who never took the time to think about anything outside of his work before two weeks ago.

His chest pressed against hers until he could feel her breasts beneath him. Her lovely pink nipples were no doubt hard as little pebbles just waiting for him to take them into his mouth to suckle.

The bottom of her mini shirt bunched around the tops of her thighs, forcing a gathering of her skirt between her legs. As his body pressed against hers, the bunched clothing applied an added force of pleasure against his rapidly growing cock. He couldn’t stop himself from acting like a high school boy again as he thrust his hips into the piled-up softness.

He wanted to be buried inside her heat, not this. Tucking his hand between their bodies, he gripped her bunched skirt and pulled the fabric out of the way. His cock pressed eagerly against the front of his sweatpants but now wasn’t the time to release it. She wasn’t ready for him, yet.

His mouth found hers, and his tongue invaded the depths of her mouth, seeking but not finding the cure to his desire. His hand moved farther up between their bodies so he could cup her breast in his hand. A soft moan escaped her lips, and he swallowed the sound with his mouth. Pulling away from her, he took a moment to gaze down into her eyes before he buried his face in the front of her corset.

Mason tugged the fabric out of his way so he could find the treasures it kept hidden. One at a time, her naked breasts popped free of their holding, and he didn’t waste a second before consuming them into his warm mouth.

Stella gasped softly as he licked and flicked the hardened nipple with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it drawing it deeper inside his mouth. He loved the feel of her warm skin inside his mouth.

He moved to the other breast giving it the same loving treatment before breaking contact to move back to her face. Molding his lips to hers he ran his tongue over the seam of her bottom lip. Moaning, she opened her mouth for him. The smooth little bar bell on her tongue ring glided against his tongue as she licked him back.

He loved that she wanted this. Fuck, he loved that he wanted her.

Leaning the weight of his body against one forearm, he tilted his body to the side so he could look down into her face. His hand lowered to where her skirt hem once sat. Her cleft was covered by a thin piece of silk fabric that he needed to remove from her body, quickly.

“I hope you’re not attached to this underwear? I’ll buy you some new ones if you are.” He gathered the thin material in a ball with his fist and yanked it from her body.

“If I were, I’m not anymore.” She stared up at him.

He pulled his body back until he knelt on his knees in the sand between her legs. Sliding his palms up the inside of her legs. He gently pressed her bare thighs off to the sides, opening her body wide. The soft, glistening wetness indicated her readiness for him. Even in the dark of night, the slickness shimmered in the moon’s light.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Moving his hand to her center, he slid a single finger inside her wetness. He already knew what he would find, but nothing in the world beat out the feel of her arousal on his skin.

Fuck, he was in pain here. Never in his life, had he felt such an overpowering need to fuck someone like he did right now. He understood the true meaning behind the phrase blue balls. The pressure of his need to come weighed heavy in his sack, but that would have to wait. He needed to get a taste of her first. He needed to know what this pure honey tasted like on his hungry tongue.

Moving his hands down her body, he moved his fingers to slide under bare butt cheeks. Raising her hips high in the air to bring her mound toward him as if she were being served to him on a platter. His mouth found her wetness and it felt like coming home. Gently kissing the outer lips of her cleft before moving an open-mouth kiss to her clit, licking and drawing it into his mouth.

The tiny nub hardened under his touch and proudly stood out away from its protective folds as if it were begging for attention. Her moan hit his ears and his face dropped down to burrow farther into her wetness. He took a long pull of a breath in, welcoming her womanly smells. His nose nudged against the tiny sensitive nub that caused her hips to thrust and jerk wildly against him.

Holding her hips higher in the air, he let his mouth feast on her. Kissing and licking his way up and down her opening. Tasting and savoring every drop of cream offered to him.

Her fingers moved into his hair, gripping the strains inside her fists using the leverage to ride his open mouth.

“I-I’m going to…” Her words died out as her head rolled to the side. He savored the taste of her orgasm on his tongue. The way she thrust her hips against his face drove him wild. She drew closer to climaxing.

“Mason. I need it. Now.” Even when she wasn’t the one in charge of the situation she still tried to call the shots. And he would let her. He liked it when she told him her demands. A woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it, turned him on more than he should admit. More women could take lessons from Stella and learn that it was okay to say what they desired.

He licked his way from the bottom of her cleft to the top, using the tip of his tongue. He flicked rapidly over her clit. Her body twisted and bucked and he knew it was a matter of seconds before she flew over the edge. Digging his fingertips deeper into the skin at her hips, he gripped her tighter holding her in place as he went to work on her sensitive nerves.

Focusing all his attention on the center, he flicked the tight little nub back and forth until he finally sucked it into the depths of his warm mouth. Her body bucked wildly, and her fingers found their way into his hair as he suckled her as deep as he could get. Her head flew off the ground to stare down at him. His gaze moved up the peaks and valleys of her body until they were locked on hers.

Her fingers curled into his hair and her legs wrapped around his waist. Raising her body until she rested on one arm, her other hand held his head in her palm. Her face twisted up as if she were in a cross between pain and passion as she watched him consume her.

Her eyes glossed over with lust and passion and her bottom lip curled between her teeth to keep her moan locked away. She was driving him fucking crazy. Picking up speed, he sent her over the edge as a scream ripped from her throat. Her head fell back to the bed of sand and her fingers lost their strength slipping out of his hair. He lowered her body back to the ground then used the back of his hand to wipe her juices from his mouth.

Looking down at her passion-filled body twisting and turning as she rode out the lingering orgasm sent red hot throbs of pain down his cock. He needed to get inside her. If he didn’t become one with her in the next few seconds, he was sure the large amount of blood flowing to his cock would cause some real damage.

Leaning away from her, he moved to his knees pushing his sweatpants off his hips and down his thighs as he moved into position between her legs. He didn’t care if not taking the time to get fully undressed made him an impulsive asshole. Spending the time to take his pants completely off seemed like time wasted he could be inside her.

Reaching into his pocket Mason pulled a foil packet out ripping into it with his teeth. Leaning back, he slid the condom over his cock before moving back over the top of her chest, Mason locked his gaze with hers before pressing his cock to her moist opening.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

She nodded and her legs fell wider to the sides opening herself to him. He took the motion as a green light and didn’t wait another minute. Closing the distance between them, he pressed farther inside her. Her hips bucked toward him as if she were silently begging him to bury himself in her.

Placing his hands on her upper thighs and holding her legs apart, he drove inside of her thrusting all the way in with one push. A loud, throaty moan ripped from her chest and her head rolled to the side as her eyes drifted closed.

“Oh, no, baby. Open those eyes. Open those beautiful eyes and look at me.”

Her eyes shot open, and she turned her head to meet his gaze. The sight of her lovely brown eyes staring up at him urged him further. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Easing into her, he felt her warm, silk passage wrap around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter as he glided in and out. The powering sensation doing a number on his mind. He quickly lost the ability to put a single thought together. All his focus centered on the incredible feeling of her body wrapped around him.

He gained speed, ramming faster and faster. His cock slammed inside her as far as he could reach only to pull out until nothing remained in her warmth expect his tip. He welcomed the familiar tingle at the base of his balls but knew the tightness would soon turn unbearable if he didn’t find his release. Close to losing his fucking mind, he was determined to take her with him.

“Here we go, baby.” He reached between their bodies, and using his thumb and index finger, he rubbed her clit knowing the friction would send her over the edge.

Her muscles clinched around him, milking him as he pumped. Her eyes squeezed closed and his mind went blank as he felt the burst of semen leave his body. Just as the rush left him, he felt Stella’s body curl and tense up under him as she screamed his name. Clinging to him, she rode out her own powerful orgasm.

Moments later, freeing a heavy sigh, Mason rolled to his side collapsing on the sand next to her. The two of them lay side by side allowing their breathing to return too normal. A cool breeze sent a shiver over their sweat-slicked bodies causing him to move away long enough to bring his sweatpants back in place before sitting up to help her right her clothing.

She pushed his hands out of the way and took over the chore of righting her clothes herself.

“I don’t know about you, but that was the most fun I’ve ever had on the beach in my entire life.” His voice as light and chipper as he’d ever heard himself.

“That’s not going to happen again.” Stella’s tone was as chilled as the breeze made his body.

Hearing the harshness in her voice, he couldn’t help but to wonder what had turned her mood so sour all the sudden. “What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

“I want you to know that won’t be happening again. I’m your Domme. If I allow you top from the bottom, then all I’m doing is confusing our relationship.”

“What the hell does that mean?” he asked beginning to lose patience with this lifestyle he still didn’t quite understand. Confused with her sudden shift from hot too cold. She hadn’t seemed to mind him taking charge a few minutes ago.

“Topping from the bottom is a phrase that’s used when a bottom, or a sub, tries to tell their Dom or top, what to do. They try to control the situation when it’s not theirs to control.”

“I might have been in control but you weren’t exactly fighting me on that a few minutes ago.”

“I know. I let you be in control and it wasn’t the first time. It’s my fault. I should never have let you. When a Dom allows a sub control like that it confuses the roles and puts strain on the relationship.” She pushed up off the sand straightening her clothes as she got to her feet.

“All I’m saying is, this can never happen again. If you want a scene to play out between us then you can let me know what your fantasies are, and I’ll make it happen. But from this point on, I’ll be the one to direct the scenes we play. Do we agree?”

He wasn’t willing to agree to something he didn’t fully understand.

Looking up at her, he watched her hair float around her shoulders in the breeze of the night. He’d never seen anything more beautiful than the vision of her standing there on the beach in front of him bathed in moonlight while wearing her leathers. He wished she had brought her camera out with her because he would love to have a picture of her in this moment to remember forever.

After the special moment they just shared, he didn’t want to fight with her but there were a few things they needed to clear up first. “Before I agree to anything, answer a few questions for me?” He waited a moment until she nodded her agreement.

“I thought you said you had been a submissive before? So the truth. Are you a submissive or a Dominant?”

“I’m both. I’m what we call a switch. I can be submissive and a Dominant. Even though I like to embrace both those roles doesn’t mean I do it all the time. Normally the roles are played by two different people. I would never sub for another sub.”

“You just did for me.” He liked pointing that out to her. It felt like getting a small victory jab in on her bossy ego.

Her head dropped a little between her shoulders and he immediately felt like an ass. “I did just bottom for you and…the fact is…I don’t know why. I normally have great control over my mind and body but in the moment, it felt so…”

“…right?”

Her head popped back up to his and she nodded. “Yeah.”

“Maybe you need that in your life.” He stopped her when she began to shake her head. “No, I’m serious. You keep telling me I need to learn to let go, and I need to let someone else take the reins occasionally. Maybe you should listen and follow your own advice?”

She glanced at him, tilting her head off to the side. “You think I need to find a Dom to get my release out?”

Her insinuation about going to another man didn’t sit with him very well. Like hell she would turn to someone else. Not if he had anything to do with it.

“What would be so wrong if I topped you every once in a while? It makes sense. I like having control over your body just as much as you like the control over mine. Would you be able to hand over your control to me?”

She looked away dropping her eyes to the sand. “It’s not that simple. You’re proposing we do something that goes against our contract. To practice a switch relationship is not what I’m looking for.”

He glared at her in frustration. Why was she fighting him so hard on this? He had come up with a perfect solution to their problem but she kept shooting him down.

“I thought your world was all about breaking the rules. What’s wrong with breaking the contract? Explain it to me then.” He reached out with his hand stopping her from turning away from him. “Tell me way this couldn’t work?”

She let out a heavy sigh, placing her hands on her hips, as if she were summoning the patience to deal with him. A few seconds passed before she spoke. “We have contracts to keep both of us safe and happy. It may not be illegally binding, but it means everything to our relationship and needs to be taken serious. If you want to train to be a Dominant, we can arrange that for you. I can’t be your submissive.”

Mason wanted to rip his hair out in frustration. “That’s just it.” His voice close to yelling now. He tried to talk reason with her, but she wasn’t having it.

“Who makes the damn rules anyways? This is bullshit, Stella. For being such a pain in the ass Domme, you sure are a pushover to the rest of the world, aren’t you?”

She swung around bringing her gaze up to his. “That’s not fair. You know nothing about what I have gone through and continue to go through every day. You’ve been in our world for three weeks. I have been in it for seven years. You don’t know the first thing about me or what I’ve gone through. How could you when you’re too wrapped up in yourself? You know what…I’m done here.”

She turned and headed back up the beach toward the house. He should have stopped her. He should have apologized for the harsh words…but he couldn’t. Not when she was just as quick to lash him with harsh words of her own. He was mad at her for upholding those stupid rules. What the hell did she fear would happen? That the BDSM police would arrest her for going against the rules of having the same partner?

He watched her walk off the beach and into the house. He should have gone after her, refusing to let her end their conversation like this but he needed time to himself. He took off walking in the opposite direction down the beach toward the water. He would give her some time and space in the hope she would realize just how ridiculous she was acting.

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It had been two days since Stella returned from Mason’s beach house and she still refused to talk to him. After she walked away leaving him on the beach, she found a bedroom of her own and moved her stuff into it and locked the door behind her. The morning after their fight she had woken up expecting to hear an apology from him. When he told her he had no plans on giving her one, she packed her things and they drove back into the city. Mason dropped her off at the club and she hadn’t heard a word from him since.

She kept reminding herself that he would be the one losing out by acting that way. She wasn’t going to beg someone to talk to her and she sure as hell didn’t intend to beg someone to be her submissive. She had enough people willing to take his place. She could line a city block with the applications. She wasn’t going to hold her breath for him. She had a business to run and a future to work out.

“You’re back. Angel said you were going to be gone a couple of days. Just can’t stay away from here can you?” Cara asked, pushing the door to the office open to walk inside.

“I thought I would be taking the weekend off as well, although things didn’t work out how I hoped they would have, so I came back early. What’s up?” She didn’t want to get into the whole Mason mess with Cara. It’s bad enough she would have to hear about it once Angel heard how her weekend ended, and that lecture would be enough punishment for one week.

“What do you have there?” Stella pointed to the handful of envelopes Cara carried into the room with her.

Cara looked down as if she had forgotten she still held them. “Just some mail. I was going to leave it on your desk but since you’re back…here.” She handed the small stack over to her. “Thanks”

Stella thumbed through the mail, weeding out junk mail and anything that didn’t need her attention right away. A large yellow padded envelope caught her attention at the bottom of the pile. Addressed to her with no return address.

“What do you have there?” Cara took a seat on the corner of the desk. The spot had become Cara’s favorite perch.

“I have no idea,” Stella said, ripping the top seal of the envelope open. Peeking inside, all she could see was what looked like a couple eight by ten pictures. Pulling them out, she saw a note attached to the front. Peeling it open, a sickening feeling smacked her in her stomach as she read the words scribbled over the paper.

The dirty whore can’t keep lover boy a secret forever.

Stella sucked in a sharp breath letting the note fall from her fingers. She pulled the first picture out and soon felt like throwing the damn pile across the room as her anger got the better of her. Staring back at her were pictures of her and Mason in the parking lot of Sublime. It was taken just the other day when they were leaving for the beach house. Thumbing through the others she found more of them in the car, but it was the last six pictures that made her blood run ice cold. They were pictures of her and Mason on the beach. The pictures were from a distance, but she couldn’t deny who the pictures were of or what they were doing.

“What in the world is it? Oh, my God. Is that someone having sex?” Cara shrieked peering around the side of the picture to get a better look. Stella snapped out of her daze but not before the real damage was done.

“Hold on, oh my God, Stella? Is that you and the suit in those pictures? Because that looks a heck of a lot like you?”

Stella tucked the pictures away before closing her eyes against the violation of her privacy. It was happening again. She could feel tears prickling the sides of her eyes as she fought to keep them from spilling over. Her lower lip began to tremble and she had to bite it to keep her emotions from giving her away. She had hoped all of this was behind her. It had been months since she had gotten letters. This was a first with pictures. It meant her stalker wasn’t afraid or ready to give up his game.

“Stella? Honey, are you okay? What’s going on?” Cara voice showed the concern she had for her friend. She placed her hand on her shoulder and jumped off the edge of the desk.

“Oh man, that is you in the picture, isn’t it? What the hell is someone doing taking those kinds of pictures of you?”

“I don’t know. The note didn’t say,” she said, handing the piece of paper over so Cara could read it. Cara’s hand shot up to her mouth. “Oh, my God, Stella. This is like some serious stalker shit. Do you have any idea who is behind this? You need to call the police or something. Whoever it is, this guy is a fucking psycho.”

“What are the police going to do? I have no idea who sent this. I have no names to give them. The cops are going to think I’m the crazy one.”

“You need to report this so there will be a record of it. We need to lock down on security here at the club, as well.”

“Nothing has happened besides getting these.”

Cara’s eyes snapped from the photos then back to hers. “You sound so calm about this. Has something like this ever happened before?”

Stella didn’t need to answer her. Cara was a smart woman.

“Stella? Why didn’t you say something? This is serious. There are weirdos out there who want to hurt people like us. You need to report this. Now.”

She didn’t want to scare anyone. “Nothing ever comes of it. I got the first one a few months ago. They were just letters talking about the sub I was currently working with. They also talked about people I hung out with. This is the first time there’s ever been pictures with the note.”

Cara stepped around to the front of the desk, meeting her friends gaze. “It’s getting worse. Stella, have you told Mason this is going on?”

“Of course I haven’t told him. Why would I tell him? You know we don’t bring our subs into our everyday lives.”

“This has nothing to do with your everyday lives. What if this guy is super jealous of Mason and wants to take it to the next level? What if the next time, instead of sending pictures, this creep goes after you or Mason? You need to warn him, Stella. It’s the right thing to do. At least give him a heads up so he can decide for himself.”

Cara was right. She was being selfish by not letting him know there were possible threats toward him. After all, the pictures and the note did mention him too.

“You’re right. I’ll give him a call. As for my shift tonight, I think it best if I stayed off the floor, just for tonight. This has got me a little shook up.”

“Of course it has. It’s probably for the best anyway. I’m going to let the others know what’s going on. We need to have all eyes open just in case. We’re all here for you, Stella. If the shoe were on the other foot, you would do the same for any of us.”

Cara left her with those parting words, leaving her alone in the office to make the call she didn’t want to make. She hadn’t talked to Mason since she got out of his car two days ago.

Grabbing hold of her cell, she scrolled through the names until she found the one she needed. Sending him a text, she told him they needed to talk at his earliest convenience. After pressing send, she set the phone back on her desk drumming her fingers as she waited for a response. It took him just over five minutes before a text pinged through.

Busy now. Call you later.

She felt a little let down by the lack of urgency and disappointed in his response but what had she expected? Did she think he would drop everything and rush to answer her back? She should have known better.