Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Try to slow your breathing, if you can.” He stroked her soft cheek as he waited for her to calm herself. “That’s better. You’re doing very well, my brave girl,” he encouraged. “We will continue.”
As he drew the edge of the card down her abdomen, it left a pretty red line on her fair skin. Hannah jerked hard in her restraints as he did this, her hands clenching into fists.
Mason tapped her fists. “Relax your hands, Hannah, and stay still. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally cut you, would you?”
“No, Sir,” she cried breathlessly, though he’d meant the question to be rhetorical. “Please, this is scaring me. My breasts hurt. I think I need a timeout.”
He placed his hands over her breasts, which were hard to the touch, their color darkening from crimson to purple. While it wouldn’t cause any actual damage after so short a time, he cut her some slack.
“All right,” he agreed, unwinding the rope. “Consider this your timeout.”
As her breasts resumed their normal color, he thought how pretty they would look with stripes from a single tail. Perhaps he’d finish the session with that, if they got that far.
A small voice in his head warned him he might be moving too far, too fast with Hannah, still a relative newbie. But she was so fucking sexy, bound and at his mercy, trembling with that delicious combination of erotic fear and lust that made his blood run hot with desire.
Moving down to the end of the table, he scraped the hard plastic edge against the tender skin of her inner thighs. Her spread cunt was swollen and glistening. She could cry out all she liked—she was turned on by what was happening, as she should be.
“You need this, Hannah,” he murmured, his voice throaty with his own pent-up lust. “Let’s forget all those silly hard limits. I’m going to take you where you long to go—where pleasure and pain have no meaning as separate sensations.”
He ran his fingers lightly over her labia, pleased when she shuddered at his touch. “Did you know that labia bleed when they’re nicked?”
Her gasp was audible.
Smiling, he slipped a finger into her tight, wet cunt and moved it in a sensual circle. He had her right where he wanted her, the mind fuck a complete success. Unable to resist, he added, “You just need to stay very, very still, my darling. I don’t want to accidentally cut you.”
“Mason, I think I need to stop,” she said in a rush. Her hands were fisted again above the cuffs.
He rubbed the heel of his palm against her vulva as he continued to move his finger in a slow circle inside her. “Shh,” he soothed. “You’re doing so well, my brave girl. Remember, I promised to keep you safe, and I will.”
Though she was trembling, Hannah’s clit was hard as a marble, despite her protestations. He focused on her cunt until she moaned softly, some of the tension easing from her.
Leaning his head close to her ear, he murmured, “Surrender to your true nature, Hannah. Surrender to me.”
She was still trembling, but she offered no further verbal resistance. Good girl.
Spreading her labia with one hand, he pressed the corner of the credit card into her hard little clit.
“Rose, rose, rose!” Hannah screamed, startling Mason.
Rose?
It took him a second to understand, as it had been so long since he’d scened with anyone outside of The Enclave. She was using a safeword.
Before he could properly address the situation, a gush of warm liquid ran over his fingers. For a split second, he thought it was blood. Then he realized it was urine. The mind fuck had been a little too effective. How the fuck had he missed her cues? He’d been so wrapped up in what he thought was happening, he forgot to pay attention to what was actually happening. And, as a result, the poor girl had peed herself in her terror.
Asshole, that same niggling voice cried, a shout in his head. I told you it was too much, too fast.
Dropping the card, he wiped his hand on the back of his jeans and reached for her ankle cuffs. “It’s okay, everything’s okay, Hannah,” he assured her. She wasn’t the first person to lose control of their bladder during an especially intense scene. “Scene’s over. We’ll get you cleaned up. It’s no big deal.”
Moving quickly, he removed the strap from her torso and then pulled the cuffs at her wrists free.
He lifted the mask from her face and smiled down at her reassuringly. Tears streaked her cheeks, and she was breathing hard.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothed. “You’re okay. Everything’s fine. This happens sometimes. It’s no big deal.”
Before he could help her down, she rolled to the floor, stumbling in her apparent haste to get off the table.