MasonsRule-ARe (12 page)

She looked just as nervous as the first night they were together. Her hands were squeezing open and closed and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.

"Have you ever been on a plane before, Miss Adams?"
 

"No. This is my first."

That explained a lot. "Well, let me just say that after this trip, you're going to be quite spoiled and you'll never want to fly commercial." He smiled and reached for the buttons of her blouse. "I do, however, still want this removed. He slowly unfastened each one as more of her gorgeous neck and cleavage were revealed.

"As for the safety of our trip. You have no need to worry." He peeled the sheer fabric from her shoulders and arms, before tossing into a nearby seat. "The pilot will not take off until I give him the say so." Mason unclasped the front catch of her bra and added it to the pile on his chair. So much beautiful flesh sat before him now, he simple feasted on her with his eyes. He needed to spend some serious quality time with every inch of her this trip. He’d leave nothing untouched.
 

For now, though, they were on a limited time schedule. He scooped both breasts into his hands and lifted them to his mouth. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and savored the small sound that came from her throat while her flesh hardened against his tongue. Good thing he had a lot of patience or he'd lift that damn skirt of hers now and shove his cock inside her.
 

He pulled back with a small suck and a pop to release her. "You have nothing to fear. I have an extremely competent pilot who wants to make it to our destination as much as you do." He sucked in the other tight nipple between his lips and lashed across her skin until she began to squirm.
 

"Before then I intend to every moment I can with this gorgeous body. You're so beautiful." He grasped a nipple tightly between his teeth and pulled taut, stretching her amazing tit. Sometimes he was certain he was an ass man and then other times, like these, he was certain he was a breast man. He released her and gently laved the teeth marks he left behind.
 

"Don’t you enjoy it when I play with you?"

Rebecca nodded her head. He let her nonverbal response slide for now. There was much time to be made up for, but right now he mostly wanted to explore. He peppered kisses from one breast to the other, making sure they got equal attention. She shifted from foot to foot and tried to grab his arms.
 

"No. Hands at your side. I'd like you to stay right where I put you until I say otherwise. Unless you’d rather I tie you down?"

“Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

He pulled back. “I think someone's been studying up while I was busy this week.”

She blinked a few times then nodded. The deep color of her neck and face made it clear she was losing herself in his attention. He imagined her nipples were not the only thing aroused. He continued kissing her flesh and made his way up the side of her neck. "I've thought quite a bit about fucking you, Ms Adams. My cock has been hungry for you for a very long time."

She moaned, this time sounding close to a wail.
 

"Do you like making me hard, Miss Adams?"

"Yes," she said, panting.

"Manners, Miss Adams. Remember your manners." He nudged her ear with his nose before biting down on the lobe.
 

"Sorry. Yes, Sir. I mean, I'm still not used to—"

"Addressing your Dom?" he asked.

Her head pulled back. "Is that? I mean. Yes, Sir."

It was if she was shocked to say the word. He needed to make a statement here. One she wouldn't forget, that would put her in the submissive place she needed. An idea struck him. He grabbed her arm and marched her over to his desk and faced her away from him.

"I am your Dom. I don’t how temporary it may be, but you are mine. Hear it, let it soak in, accept it." He pressed his hand to her back and bent her over the flat wooden surface and pressed into her buttocks, making sure the hard ridge of his cock nestled between the cloth-covered cheeks of her ass. "Say it."

"You are my Dom," she said.

The mechanical tone of her voice was hardly convincing. He reached down and grabbed the edge of her skirt and dragged it up around her waist, baring her gorgeous ass. The tiny thong she wore covered little. But more than he liked. "Say it like you mean it," he said.

"I do mean it."

Mason pinched her left cheek, causing her to yelp. "I didn't ask for sarcasm. I asked for you to say it like you really mean it."

He watched the rise and fall of her torso and imagined her biting her tongue until she could speak without a retort. In the meantime, he began to caress her round bottom. Smooth, warm skin greeted him. He refrained from spreading her cheeks and licking her from top to bottom like he wanted. He needed her mind focused on his voice, not panicking about what he did or the flight.
 

"You are my Dom." She finally said it with a tad more conviction.

"I'm not convinced." He grabbed the sides of her thong and ripped through the fabric, tearing the last of the garments still hiding her from him.
 

She gasped. "Sir?"
 

"As cute as that thong looked on you, I want nothing in my way. Ever. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Her voice broke.

Mason smiled, glad she couldn't see his face. His satisfaction at the moment might send her in the wrong direction. To keep her on track, he slide his hand from the top of her sweetheart shaped ass, along the crease between her cheeks and glided across her pussy. A small strip of hair covered her labia. Normally, that would annoy him, but with her, he adored it. He stroked her a few times before simply pushing a finger between her lower lips.
 

Ahhhh fuck.
He kept the exclamation in his head when his finger met hot moisture.
 

"Now." He paused and let his fingers touch her clit with a barely there caress. She jerked against him. "Tell me who your Dom is."

"Oh. Oh. You are, Sir. You are my Dom."

This time he heard the excitement in her voice and he half-believed she meant it. Contractually, she was his submissive. But he wanted her to forget about the contract and anything else at the moment. He used the tip of his finger to pull some moisture to her clit and circled the hard nub. It was killing him not to see her. Normally, he'd have her flat on her back on his bed by now with her body open and ready.
 

Soon. Very soon. The idea to make her wait had gone on longer than he intended.

"That's much better, Miss Adams. You seem sincere." He pressed down on her clit and her body jerked and a short cry burst from her mouth. "I like how responsive you are when I get you out of your head. Let's see what else I can do to keep your mind on me."

He moved his hand so that his finger circled her opening. The closer he got to nirvana, the more her legs shook. It wouldn't be long or hard and he'd have her begging him to make her come. Not one to wait much longer, he shoved a finger inside her as far as he could go.

"Ohhhhhh."
 

Her cries were definitely sweet, sensual music to his ears. He twisted his hand and crooked his finger, making sure he rubbed over nerve endings more often forgot. He knew he'd found the right spot when her legs buckled and he had to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her in place.
 

"How does that feel, Ms Adams? I've got my finger shoved up the hottest pussy I've ever felt. Tight too. I can't wait to get my dick in there." To his surprise, her legs and back stiffened. "Still not used to me talking dirty? Baby, you better get used to this because I'll talk to you every step of the way. You'll become so conditioned to the sound of my voice, you'll want to come every time you hear it. And when you hear me say the words 'come for me', you will. Preferably all over my dick."

A whisper of a whimper sounded in her throat, but her body remained rigid.
 

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered.

"Hmm. From my experience, nothing is about as good as fine when it comes to women. Maybe we should go ahead and have sex now and get it over with. Then maybe you—"

This time she jerked so hard in his arms, he lost his grip. His finger slid from her body as she turned to face him.

"Did you just say we'd just get it over with?" Her face had turned an angry shade of red. What progress he made disappeared in an instant.
 

"Yes, Miss Adams, I did. You’ve been all but begging all week for this and now you have a problem having sex with me?” The wait had been too long and it was getting to him. “I thought we were well past needing to go over this again."

Her eyes narrowed and she looked a little like her head was about to explode. "I do not have a problem with sex. I do, however, have a problem with you being a jackass about it."

Mason almost laughed. Almost. She looked damn cute when she was pissed. Instead he forced himself to frown. "Excuse me? Were you not begging for it just last night?"

His response didn't make her any happier. She did her damnedest to wriggle free, except he only tightened his arms around her waist until she could barely move.

"Let me go," she said on a hiss of obvious anger.
 

"No."

"Dammit. Are you always going to be this stubborn?"

Mason took a deep breath. "What you call stubborn, I call control. If you have a problem with our scene, I'm more than happy to stop and talk through your concerns. But that doesn't mean you can be disrespectful. Now tell me what's wrong and do it properly."

He watched the war play out on her face as she grappled with what to do. It was obvious she wasn't fully adjusted to him telling her what to do or how to act and naturally bristled against it. He wasn't sure what she expected, but sometimes learning what your Dom expects of you is a difficult process. Or at least challenging. Even more so when he isn’t around as much as he planned.

"If sex is just going to be something we do to get it over with, I don't want it. I’ve had enough cold and lifeless sex to last a lifetime and I don't plan on having it with you 'just to get it over with.'" She added air quotes with her fingers on the last part and he nearly shook with laughter. She somewhat misunderstood his intentions, but her vehement objection to his wording was over the top. She'd just have to get used to his style.

"I do plan to fuck you, Miss Adams, for a wide variety of reasons and in an even wider variety of ways. But the why of it is mostly because that's what I want. And that's what you want too.
 

"However, if every time I talk dirty to you, you're going to stiffen up and turn scared, then yeah, getting that first time over with now seems like a good idea. I didn't say it wouldn't be done right."

She stared at him with her mouth hanging open.
 

"No matter how you try to dress it up in your fancy talk, it still means the same thing. Let's just do it and get it over with. Should I just lie on your bed and wait for you to finish? Been there and done it. Now let me go."

Mason was trying to hold his temper but the little hellion in his arms was starting to piss him off. She wanted to argue with him over semantics instead of just facing her fears. He had half a mind to—

"Excuse me, Sir." The female voice of his flight attendant came across the loud speaker.
 

He depressed the intercom button on his desk. "What?" He didn't even try to hide the irritation in his voice.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you, but the pilot says our window for takeoff is closing. Do you want to go now or would you prefer the pilot file for a later take off?"

He sighed. The timing couldn’t be worse. "Go ahead and go. We will be buckled and ready to go in moments."

He turned back to Rebecca. "Literally saved by the bell," he said. "You may have been saved momentarily from the spanking you've earned, but this conversation is far from over."

Mason took a step back and allowed her to move. The first thing she did was grab for the edge of her skirt and try to shimmy it down her hips. "Leave it."

She blinked and looked up at him. He could see the inner turmoil as she fought to obey. Something must have given because after a few seconds she dropped her arms. "Which seat is mine?" she asked.

"This one." Mason turned the seat next to his so she could sit as gracefully as possible in the expensive leather seat.

When her butt hit the leather, she sighed. "This is exquisite. I hope I don’t ruin it with my wet pussy."

Mason ground his teeth over her continued insolence. "You won't." And he didn't care if she did. She could soil a thousand seats before he’d let her get away with that shit. He reached around her legs and pulled the belt low across her hips and tighter than he needed to. This close to her he could smell the arousal he spiked a minute ago. He breathed deeply, taking the musky scent deep into his memory. Soon he'd taste her as well. First they had to get a few things straight.

"May I have my blouse back?"

Mason scooped her clothing from his seat and dropped it on the nearby couch. "No." He didn't care if he was starting to feel and sound like a sullen child who had his play toy taken away.