MasonsRule-ARe (22 page)

“I need to change first.”

“No way. That sundress you have on is adorable. Besides, this is Vegas. I’m told there are no real rules here other than do whatever it takes to survive the heat.”

“I love the weather here. I was sitting outside.” God. In her mind, Rebecca rolled her eyes. She was making a complete idiot of herself.

“So does Mason. Love the weather here I mean.” She shrugged. “Personally, I think he’s crazy. In the middle of the summer, it gets hot enough to melt your brain. No, thank you.”

So maybe this shopping trip wouldn’t be a boring waste of time. It sounded like Maggie could provide her with nuggets of info about Mason.
 

Maggie continued. “Maybe if we get done soon enough we’ll have time to hit the hotel spa. I’d love to unwind a little before tonight.”

Rebecca grabbed her purse and walked them toward the elevator. “You aren’t nervous are you?”

“I don’t know what I am.” She fingered the jeweled collar around her neck. “Accepting this from Tucker felt pretty significant, so I don’t see how a wedding ring could be more important.”

“So the collar makes you his submissive? Or a slave?”

Maggie touched her arm. “Oh goodness no on the slave part, honey. I have a lot of respect for women who want to take their submission that far, but I’m far too ornery to give Tucker that much control. Why, is that what Mason wants?”

Rebecca made a quick mental note to start researching the difference between a slave or a submissive. If her sister lived with her Master as a slave she should probably understand exactly what that meant.

“I don’t know. We’re just temporary.” Rebecca inwardly cringed at saying that word. Her emotions were playing tug of war with her today and the idea that Mason might not be feeling any kind of attachment beyond their contract made her uneasy.

Maggie rolled her eyes. “He made you sign one of those contracts didn’t he?”

She bit her lip and nodded. It was amazing how some ink on a paper suddenly made her feel inadequate.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot. Some men can be pretty stubborn about their independence and Mason, well, he’s got such a tight rein on his control he probably can’t see the forest through the trees.”

“Maybe.” She didn’t know what to say to Maggie. There was a hidden pocket of hope in Rebecca’s heart but she knew better than to let that flourish. Nothing between her and Mason would be easy. Eventually he’d find out why she really signed that stupid contract and he’d drop her.
 

Especially if his brother had anything to do with her sister. Damn. This situation could turn into a shit storm fast. Maggie seemed really nice and was now pregnant. If Tucker was Cyndi’s former Master and she accused him of causing her sister’s death, she could be responsible for destroying three lives.
 

She glanced out the corner of her eye to see Maggie excitedly chattering about the kind of dress she sought and what that meant. Bursting her bubble would break the woman’s heart.
 

Maybe she was jumping the gun. At this point, she had no evidence against Tucker other than a hunch. Hopefully she was wrong.

***

Rebecca collapsed onto the sofa in the hotel spa. “That was insane.”

Maggie nodded. “I can’t remember ever going so crazy as I did today.” She flipped off her shoes and lifted her foot to message it. “I’m exhausted and there’s only a few hours until I meet Tucker. Maybe after a nice long massage, I can recover.”

“The dress is beautiful though. You’ll make one heck of a sexy bride.”

“I do love the idea of surprising Tucker with such an unusual dress. I don’t think he’ll see that coming.”

Rebecca laughed. “I have a feeling his reaction will be priceless.”

“Thank you for going with me.” Maggie leaned sideways and enveloped her in a hug.

Rebecca wanted to thank her for including her in such an important day, but she was choked up from the hug. Not since her sister’s death did a female show any affection toward her. It felt so weird.
 

“Becca, what’s wrong?”

At Maggie’s use of the nickname, she burst into tears. Not quiet, elegant tears she could dab with a tissue and be done with them. These were big, ugly sobs that left her shuddering and unable to catch her breath.

“Oh crap. Shhh. It’s okay.” Maggie soothed her with a hand running up and down her arm. “What did I say?”

Rebecca shook her head. “It’s—It’s—not—” She could get and hold enough air to complete a sentence. In fact, she was making such a commotion one of the spa employees came over with a box of tissues and a concerned look.

“Would you like some privacy?” the woman asked.

“No.” Rebecca shook her head.
 

“Just give us a minute please.” Maggie dismissed the employee and turned back to her.

“Don’t let her freak you out. You need to cry, you do it. I’ll wait.”

God. Rebecca was mortified. Not that it helped much. The sobs were unstoppable.

Minutes passed by with Rebecca’s face buried in a wad of tissues. She missed Cyndi so much. It was still hard to believe one tiny decision could have such irrevocable consequences. When she finally got her breathing under control, she lifted her head to find Maggie calmly sitting next to her.
 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.

Maggie put down the magazine she was reading and faced Rebecca. “Hon, you didn’t embarrass me a bit. But something’s been eating at you a long time. It’s time to get it out.

Chapter Twenty

Mason stood in the doorway of the penthouse study and watched Rebecca stare out the window. She was dressed for the wedding and the dress she wore hugged her body to perfection.

The midnight blue fabric curved in all the right places, but it was the back of the dress that made his heart beat faster. The backless garment plunged low on her ass, stopping at the barest hint of her cleft. Pearls lined the outside all the way around the back, with four strands draped across her lower back, also highlighting the dip of fabric.
 

The white gems made him think of an entirely different kind of beads he could use on her ass. These were pretty but his would be a lot more fun.

Clearly when it came to her, no matter what she wore, his thoughts always returned to sex. He had the same questions always on his mind. How long before he got back inside her?
 

His one-track mind needed to find something else to think about.

“It’s almost time.”
 

She turned to look at him and smiled. “I can’t believe you went to all these lengths for your friend and his wedding. If you aren’t careful someone is going to think you have a big soft spot inside.

He crossed the room and jerked her to his side, poking his hard on into her hip. “Sorry, babe. Nothing soft here.”

She sucked in a breath. “No, I guess not.”

He reached up and fingered the edge of her dress. “Not sure what you expected when you put this thing on. Now all I can think about is when can I peel it off and what else would those beads be good for?

“You look pretty good yourself. Now before you distract me any further and I end up in your lap, tell me how you came up with the idea of accommodating a terrace wedding by having the pool covered by Plexiglas and turning that into the altar.”

He glanced out the window and took in the scene. The penthouse terrace was now a wedding oasis complete with canopies, flowers and lush greenery everywhere. The last few workers were lighting the candles and finishing the details.

“It did turn out nice. Although I can’t take credit for it. Let’s just say I decided to put the wedding staff here in the hotel to a test.”

“I’d say they passed.”

“Agreed.” He pressed a kiss to Rebecca’s neck, still contemplating how much time they had before Tucker and Maggie would arrive.

“You’re doing it again,” she whispered.

“What’s that?” His hand dropped to the lowest row of pearls on her back and fingered them one by one, teasing her cleft.

“That Dom thing? Right now your mind is already thinking out our next scene isn’t it?”

“There is no Dom ‘thing’. I am a Dominant male and like every other man on the planet, I think about fucking when I get my hands on a beautiful woman.”

“And I’m happy to hear that right now you’re thinking about fucking me. But it begs the next question even more.” She paused, biting her lip. “Do you ever do anything ordinary? Like just have fun.”

Mason placed a hand over his chest. “Ouch. The lady goes for a direct hit.”

She smirked at him. “C’mon you know that’s not what I mean. That wasn’t some sort of veiled insult on your prowess in bed. I’ve just been thinking is all. Today was a good day. In fact, I keep thinking about why it was so good and I think it’s because it really was just ordinary. No grand plans. No schedules or contracts to keep. Just plain fun.”

This time he pulled her into his arms. “I’m happy to hear you enjoyed your day with Maggie. I thought you might.”

“Although you could have warned me she was coming.”

He grabbed her hip and ground against her. “What can I say? Your pussy makes me forget things. Like my name, what day it is and even to tell you when I arrange a play date for you.”

Rebecca slapped ineffectually at his hands. “Jerk. Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“It’s called having fun.”

“You’re incorrigible. And devious.”

“Umm, excuse me.”

Mason looked up, more than a little irritated by the interruption.
 

“Yes?”

“The staff has finished with the final preparations for the wedding. The minister should arrive in about forty-five minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you at the moment?”

“No. It sounds like everything is being handled appropriately, thank you.”

“Very well, sir. There will be two wait staff here at all times to provide anything that you need. The rest of us will head downstairs then and begin the prep work for dinner.” One of the waiters appeared in the doorway next to the coordinator with a tray carrying two flutes of champagne. “I thought you might enjoy a drink before the festivities begin.”

Thank you, that won’t—”

Rebecca placed a hand on his arm. “C’mon Mr. Sinclair. Live a little. It will be fun.”

“Very well.”

The waiter approached and they each took a glass.
 

“Thank you for everything. If we need anything else I will let one of your staff know.”

“Yes, sir.” Both the wedding coordinator and the waiter exited the room, leaving him alone again with his submissive.
 

“Looking to start the celebration sooner or just get me drunk?” he asked.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Maybe a little of both. This way I can take advantage of you.”

His thoughts fled for a second as he got a mental image of what she might do to take advantage of him. His cock throbbed.
 

“Now look who’s only thinking of sex.” He clinked his glass to hers. “To a fun night then.”

The both drank the champagne and set their glasses down on the table next to them.
 

“Now.” Mason reached for the hem of her dress. “If I’m not supposed to think about sex all night, then I need some personal time with my pussy now. I mean you can’t show up in a dress like this and expect me not to try to get underneath it.”

She sucked in a breath.
 

He liked how well she responded to him. Now to see how aroused… A smile spread across his face when his hand met a bare bottom. “Oh, babe. No underwear. I’m proud.” He caressed the hot skin of her ass and slid a finger between her cheeks.

“Ohhh.”

“You want more?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.
 

“Mmm. I wish we had time for a flogging. It would have been nice to watch you squirm at the wedding every time your dress touched your abused ass.” He turned his body to give him easier access to her pussy and slid two fingers between her legs. When he bumped into something unexpected, he looked into her eyes for answer.
 

She shrugged, a huge grin crossing her face.

“What the hell are you up to?” He turned her to face him head on. “Present my pussy to me, Miss Adams. Lift your dress, spread you legs and use one hand to open those lush lips for me.”
 

While he waited for her to comply, he took several steps back to get a good look at her. When she revealed the jewelry dangling from her clit he sucked in a breath.
 

Damn.

He dropped to his knees and flicked the black and red beds hanging from a small clamp. “Do these—?”
 

A giggle slipped from her mouth.
 

“Are you fucking with me, Miss Adams? Your jewelry has words on it.” He cocked his head to read them. “Bite my clit.”

Fuck me.