MasonsRule-ARe (20 page)

A shiver of unease worked along Rebecca’s spine. Like he said. She would be exposed.
 

She was more grateful than ever for the mask as he led her into the main club space. Throngs of people filled a dark, elegant room that reminded her of a high-end night club. Except here most people wore little clothing.
 

Her gaze was immediately drawn to the small stage in a nearby corner that, unlike the rest of the room, was flooded with light. The shiny gold stripper pole stood unoccupied and there was a curtain that could be drawn to cover the space, although it was currently fastened open.

“Oh good. We’re just in time for a show.”

Rebecca was taken aback by the excitement vibrating in Mason’s voice. “You brought me here to watch a stripper?”

“Not exactly. Keep watching.”

“But—”

Mason frowned before he snapped, “Kneel, Miss Adams. Now.”

Rebecca felt her mouth drop open at the tone and suggestion from her Dom. She hadn’t meant any disrespect. Well, not really. Her shoulders sagged. He was right of course. She continued to question him at every turn.
 

As gracefully as she could, she dropped to her knees at his feet, sinking into the plush carpet and keeping her eyes down.
 

“Much better. Now watch the stage so you don’t miss anything.”

In what she hoped meant he approved of her compliance, he squeezed her shoulders and threaded a hand in her hair.
 

When a cacophony of applause indicated something was happening, she returned her gaze to the stage to see a pretty blonde, and totally naked submissive being led onto the stage with a leash. At the pole, her Dom stopped her and took a moment to fasten her chain to the pole. He then proceeded to affix a bright red ball gag in her mouth before grabbing her by the neck and bending her torso to the floor. This left her ass high in the air and in full view in the mirrors at the back of the stage.

A scattering of applause erupted in the room.

“Thank you, thank you,” the Dom said. “I’m quite proud of my slave and her beauty. With a lot of training she’s turned into a very good girl. In fact, she’s been so good lately I promised her we could come here and play.”

The Dom cupped one of the submissive’s breasts and pinched her nipple. “What she doesn’t know,” he lifted her and turned her around so that her ass now faced the crowd. “Is that
 
I’ve invited some of you to join in tonight’s festivities.”

The girl's head shot up and her eyes widened in surprise and a serious case of déjà vu hit Rebecca hard.

She turned and looked at Mason, “Is this—”

“A reenactment of the first scene you witnessed at Purgatory? Yes.”

Her stomach quivered at the memory of the girl chained to the pole. When her Dom came to claim her, he’d proceeded to spank her to orgasm while everyone watched. And then after he let his friends play with her, he disappeared with her to the upstairs private area of Purgatory, presumably to continue the scene.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because the first time you saw this scene you were only allowed to see the first part. Judging by your original reaction, I thought you’d enjoy seeing it all.”

She had to admit if only to herself, what little saw was the hottest thing she’d seen in her life. All the paces that Dom put his slave through and the joy in her eyes when he finally let her orgasm stuck with her for weeks after. Even recalling it now got her wet.
 

Mason knelt down so his mouth was near her ear as she faced the stage. “Here in Nevada, they don’t have the same rules as we do back home. When he gets done spanking her, he’s free to let anyone he wants fuck his little slave.”

Rebecca inhaled sharply, while the sizzle of excitement shot through her.
 

“I take it you like that idea,” he whispered, his breath fanning her check.
 

Her heart skipped a beat. “Is that why we’re here? So you can loan me out?” It was one thing to watch it happen to someone else and entirely different to think it could happen to her.

“It would be well within my contractual right.” He squeezed her shoulder to stop the protest he had to know was coming. “But I’m not about to ask you to do something you aren’t even close to ready for. Watch the scene, Rebecca and then when it’s over it will be my turn to play with my sub.”

Her pussy tingled with anticipation. He said he wanted to expose her more. “Can we go now?” She blurted out.

Mason tightened his hand on her shoulder. “Oh, babe. You are even better than I dreamed. Fuck yeah.” He hauled her up to her feet and practically dragged her from the room.
 

As she walked quickly behind him, the clips on her pussy alternately pulled on her labia, feeding the desire already running through her veins. She feared the moment he touched her she would explode.

He stopped in front of an empty room partially shrouded by a curtain of green lights. “The scene will be just you and me, Rebecca, but these are the voyeur rooms so anyone can watch."

Her belly swooshed and her nipples tightened.
 

“I take it from the look in your eyes, that’s not going to be a problem.”

She shook her head.

Mason smiled. “That’s my girl.” He touched the side of her face for a moment before turning and leading her into the room.

Rebecca’s heart leapt as she followed him in.
My girl
. Every time he used the words my or mine, her resolve to not fall for this man took another tumble. He was making it harder and harder for her to focus on why she entered this contract in the first place. She tried to justify it all to her need to discover the truth about her sister when in fact, that may not have been the real reason after all. Her sister’s journal led her to BDSM, but Mason drew her to his contract.
 

“Rebecca, did you hear me?”

Mason’s question pulled her out of her head. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere. Just taking it all in.” Her lie sounded weak even to her.
 

He hesitated for a moment, but then decided to let it pass. “Come here.”

She stepped forward and offered him a smile.
 

In return, he reached up and unzipped her dress and removed the garters attached to it, leaving her naked except for the stockings and the shoes.
 

He raked his gaze over her from head to toe, probably taking in how hard her nipples grew the longer he stared at her.
 

“As before, if you need to, I expect you to use your safeword. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” The fact that he reminded her every time he was getting ready to do something intense both comforted her and made her crazy with anticipation.

“Good. Now let’s get you in place.” He lifted her around the waist and spun her toward the… She was so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed the sex swing hanging in the middle of the room.

Mason settled her on the padded leather seat and immediately set about strapping her in. “Grab the bar above you.” His voice changed, deepened. It sounded like he was starting to get into the scene too.

He finished with her arms and lifted her right leg and settled her thigh in the stirrup. Of course, the movement activated the clips still attached to her body and more than just her leg got spread.
 

“Easy. Don’t tense up and you’ll be fine. Start squirming or jerking around and those clamps may tighten.”

Rebecca automatically stilled as he lifted her second leg and finished getting her into place.
 

He stood back and admired her. Seemingly pleased, he turned to the growing crowd behind him and asked, “She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?”

Murmurs of agreement washed through the crowd and she felt the blush of heat warming her body. She should be mortified a group of men and women were not only watching, but now actively participating in their scene. Right?

Before she could really pick apart what was happening to her, Mason stepped between her legs and brushed against her bare sex. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I’m the one you need to worry about.”

He leaned forward and took her mouth with a hard, possessive kiss, taking her by surprise. With her hands and legs bound in the swing, he could really do whatever he wanted. Again, he took all the control, something it wasn’t easy for her to admit she wanted from him.

His hands touched her everywhere, making heat build in her lower half. Her breasts felt swollen and her pussy almost on fire.
 

“I really enjoy you exposed like this.” His fingers ran down her stomach and around to the over sensitized flesh of her sex. “Your little clit looks plump and juicy.”
 

It was true that being with him in public still made her very wet.
 

And swollen.

And achy.

It was beginning to drive her mad.

A moment later, Mason produced a flogger that he trailed across her breasts while sliding his fingers directly over her engorged clit.
 

“Ahhhhh.” She tried to buck her hips to discover that this position gave her almost no give to move.
 

“That’s right, pretty girl. You’ve become my toy to use however I see fit.” He leaned forward again. “And yes, everyone is watching you submit to me.”

Her muscles tensed and Mason chuckled. “Forgot about that part, didn’t you?” He lightly teased her inner thighs. “Don’t worry. In a minute you’ll forget again.”

She doubted that. But his touch did feel damn good… She closed her eyes and imagined him big and naked over her. She couldn’t believe how beautiful his body was under those suits he always wore. So many muscles. His forearms particularly entranced her. Ropey muscles and big veins with a smattering of dark hair. Powerful. Demanding.
 

The strands of the flogger began to tap against her stomach. Not at all painful.
 

Her body felt so warm…

“Mason, please.” Her own voice sounded so weak to her.

“What’s wrong, my girl? Do you need to come already?”

Yes.
That’s what she wanted to say.

“Rebecca?” His voice sharpened.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.
 

“Not yet. Just a little bit longer.”

“No.” Did she say that out loud?

“Yes, you will wait.”

She didn’t know how that was possible. The pressure behind her clit was so strong.

He took the decision completely away from her with the first sharp fall of the flogger across her left thigh. The sting stole her breath.
 

“Good now?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Very good.” The pain was already fading and the heat in her thigh relieved some of the tension from her throbbing clit.
 

He flogged her again, this time on her opposite leg. Followed by another right behind it. Her skin burned after each blow, but the heat morphed into something else just as quickly. Before long she was writhing under a constant stream of pain and pleasure, each sensation lingering longer and longer.
 

The next thing she knew, his fingers were inside her, rubbing against sensitive nerves as the flogging continued. Her legs were shaking. As if she wasn’t already open enough his fingers stretched inside her adding a new layer of awareness to her already thrumming pussy.
 

“Fuck, you are amazing, Rebecca. I want to see you come. Show everyone how pretty you come for me.”

Before her brain even processed what he said, his mouth came down on top of her clit, lashing with his tongue.
 

He gave her no choice. She hurtled off the edge of the cliff and headlong into space, exploding as she fell. Her body convulsed and arched in his direction. As the waves washed over her, he shifted and started flogging her again. This time the strokes were harder, like hundreds of fingers sizzling across her skin. But underneath it all the pleasure still burned, hotter than ever.
 

He beat her faster, each new strike blending into the last. The sounds in the room were fading as the blood rushing in her head was all she heard. She breathed deep, taking in the heady male scent of her Dom. The need to come was again building fast. Although she couldn’t say so. She couldn’t even tell if he was still hitting her.
 

She heard a strange noise coming from a distance. She strained to understand only to realize it was her own loud cries reverberating in her ears.
 

“Fuck, babe. You’re going to come again.”

Chapter Eighteen

Shit. Not without him she wasn’t.
 

He threw down the flogger and grabbed a condom from his pocket while jerking his zipper down at the same time.
 

Fucking beautiful. Red stripes streaked her pale skin, cries fell from her mouth and her tits strained in his direction.
 

He was about to explode.