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Seconds ticked by. She was holding her breath again.
 
Masons fingers were so tight on her arms, they were beginning to ache, but she didn’t say a word. If she screwed up, she’d wait to hear it from him.

He released her. “You don’t get rid of me quite that easily, babe. We’ve barely begun and I expect you to get nervous. That’s where communication becomes key. But I’m not sending you away tonight or any other night of our thirty days. If you get freaked out by something we do, you’ll safeword out and we’ll stop and talk about it. Then when it’s time for sleep, you’ll get in my bed and press this beautiful ass to my front so I can hold you while you sleep. That’s what I need and I plan to get it no matter what.”

She blinked and lifted her head. “You want me to sleep with you?”

Chapter Six

He pushed her away from his chest and stood, hauling her up to her feet with him. “Oh yeah. I’m going to sleep with you all right. And if things go well, some nights I’ll be doing it with my cock buried in your pussy or your ass.”

With her mouth still hanging open from the brash statement, he steadied her on her feet and let go. “Now when you’re ready again, I’d like you to turn to the window and grab the chains above your head.”

Seriously?

How was she supposed to think straight when all she could think about was them sleeping together with his penis inside her? It shocked her how much she wanted that. This wasn’t like her. She was supposed to be cold, but nothing about her had been cold since the day she met him.
Nothing.
 

With crazy thoughts of his body and hers running wild in her head she moved toward the window. Again she imagined how someone could see her standing there if they really wanted to. “Is this by chance one way glass? I can see out but no one can see in?”

“Would it make it easier for you if I told you it was?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”
 

“Grab the chains, Rebecca and stop stalling.”

His non-answer told her nothing and for some crazy reason she didn’t care. She was so far away from anyone who would know her. Who would care if they saw her chained in front of window? She would be just another woman in a rich man’s apartment. Not Rebecca Adams. No one knew Rebecca Adams.

“Here.” He stepped forward and placed something over her face and blocked her vision. After a second of adjustment she could see again through two eye-holes. “Does this help?”

He’d placed a mask on her face. Not a blindfold so she couldn’t see. For some reason he wanted her to look out the window and probably wonder. But at least this way no one would make out her face.
 

“Yes,” she said.

“Good because I need more light.” She heard a click and some of the darkness in the room receded into a warm glow. He lit candles. Their reflection flickered in the window and she could see herself as well as the cityscape below. Mason approached her from behind and pressed against her back as he reached up and fastened first her right wrist and then her left.
 

“Tug on the cuffs and tell me if they hurt. At some point you’ll be pulling on them.”

Rebecca gave each of them a good pull and while it wasn’t the most comfortable sensation, it did not hurt. “They’re good I think,” she said.

“Perfect. Let’s get started. Legs shoulder width apart, eyes straight ahead, Miss Adams.”
 

Her knees weakened a little as she realized how truly vulnerable she was at the moment. She pulled again on the cuffs and nothing happened.
 

“Remember your safeword, Rebecca. Use it if you need it.” The timbre of his voice soothed her, as he reminded her that she did have an automatic safety switch if she needed it.
 

She focused on some of the lights in the distance to calm her racing heart. Fear of the unknown wasn’t easy to let go. She didn’t have to wait long for Mason to start. Moments later his hands were all over her. Brushing down her sides and across her belly. His effect on her was immediate. Her nipples bunched and her sex moistened until she yearned for more intimate touches. He rubbed her buttocks with a little more force and he even went so far as to spread her bottom and hold her open for a prolonged period of the time.
 

Finally he released her bottom and she heaved a sigh of relief.
 

“Look how beautiful you are.” He stared at her reflection in the glass. “Naked and chained up for my pleasure. The mask only adding a layer of mystery. You take my breath away, Miss Adams.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

He smiled at her. “But you are missing one thing.”

She had no idea what he referred to.

He pulled something from his pocket and showed her. “Nipple clamps, baby. I can’t wait to see how you respond to them.”

Rebecca sucked in a breath. She needed to be more careful what she said. He seemed to take her quite literally.

Mason began playing with her nipples, sending a series of hard shudders down her back as he did. The exquisite sensations should have been no big deal. It was just her boobs for Christ’s sake. Except no one had ever taken this much care with her body before. Her refusal to date anyone led to nothing but a series of one-night stands and quick unsatisfying sex. Until she read her sister’s journal, it all meant nothing.
 

Tears pooled in her eyes as pressure low in her abdomen began to gather the more care Mason took with her.

“Often in a scene such as this, you would be expected to offer your breasts and sometimes ask your Dominant to please place the clamps on your needy little nipples.” He grasped the swollen peaks and rolled them between his fingers. She jerked and swayed slightly closer.
 

“In fact, I could see you responding well to some formal training where you got the chance to learn different protocols for different situations.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice next to her ear. “Maybe even becoming a slave one day.”

She moaned and pushed harder into his hands. The reality of becoming a slave to a man like Mason escaped her, but if it meant more nights like this, she understood the appeal.

“You’re very responsive, Miss Adams.” He pulled both nipples away from her body before he released them.
 

Oh my God
.
 

With her body still trying to process the pain turned to pleasure from his fingers, he grabbed ahold of her left nipple and attached the rubber tipped clamp.

“Ahhh.” That was as far as she got before the ability to make sound left her. She couldn’t even breathe at the pain shooting through her breast.
 

“Look at me.” He grabbed her chin and lifted until their gazes met.
 

“Take a breath and let it go. The sharp edge won’t last long. If it does, I’ll loosen it.”

The assurance of his words didn’t compare to the comfort of his warm gaze. He looked confident. Maybe even happy with her. And he was right. The initial shock was beginning to fade.
 

“Please kiss me,” she whispered. The need to be connected to him stunned her. She wasn’t supposed to get that close.

He stepped forward and cupped her face with both hands. “You are so beautiful when you ask for what you need. It makes you impossible to resist.”
 

Letting go of her face, he leaned forward and kissed her at the same time as he put the second clamp on her bare nipple. When she tried to pull away, he grabbed the back of her neck and swallowed down her small cries.
 

The distraction worked. As his tongue slid against hers and his hands tugged on her hair, the pain in her nipple faded to a steady pressure that seemed to draw a line connecting her nipples to her clit. Everything tingled.
 

He pulled away and Rebecca closed her eyes. She still felt the pressure of his lips on hers and the rest of her body was starting to burn with a fierce ache.
 

“You look ripe for more, Miss Adams.”
 

She stared at the window at his reflection now behind her. Her doubts were now gone. There was nothing left in her mind except him. She wanted this. “Yes, Mr. Sinclair. I’m ready.”

He grabbed something from the wall beside them and touched it to the side of her leg. “It’s a crop and I’m going to use it on you to test your tolerance for pain. While I expect you’ll enjoy it immensely, it will leave some lovely marks on your beautiful skin.”

“Nothing permanent I hope,” she said.

“No. I am not into permanent markings on my submissives.”

She nodded, a flutter of nerves returning. Nothing permanent certainly didn’t mean not painful.
 

He slowly tapped the crop along her side from her thigh to her armpit and back again. “Feel free to cry out as loud as you want or fight your restraints, this room is completely soundproof.”

A shiver of unease worked over her again. That didn’t sound creepy at all. “You aren’t helping my nerves.”

His gaze narrowed, making his expression unreadable. “I wasn’t trying to.”

Her muscles tensed as the anxiety his statement created froze her in place. He took two steps back and she let out a breath. Except he wasn’t backing off. Instead, he raised the crop and brought it down on the top of her buttocks hard. Her body jerked and the clamps pulled at her now tortured nipples.
 

“Relax, babe. We’ve barely begun.”

She wanted to scream. Just because the pain dulled and warmth was quickly spreading through her limbs didn’t mean she liked it.
 

Wait.
 

That’s exactly what it meant.

He smacked her again, this time catching the top of her right thigh. She gulped for air, amazed how much a little square of leather could hurt. But like before, the sharp pain quickly gave over to warmth that seeped through her. That pressure in her abdomen increased further.
 

Another strike landed on her buttocks and her body jerked forward, her hands grasping at the cuffs keeping her restrained. Every slight movement also jerked the clamps still tormenting her breasts. It was the strangest sensation of pain and then pleasure her mind didn’t understand.
 

“You look beautiful like this. Confused. Turned on. Scared. It’s quite a package,” he said.

He didn't wait for a response before showering a barrage of sharp swats across her entire backside. Her skin throbbed, no longer registering the difference between the sting of leather and the bliss now burning between her legs. The lights out the window blurred as he continued to assault her senses with a series of random lashes in nonsensical pattern. One right after the other they fell, some like a gentle caress and others quick and sharp, making her cry out.
 

She held onto the chains like a lifeline as her body and mind separated and drove her to the brink of…something.

The crop clattered to the floor and Mason moved against her back. His arm wrapped around her waist with his hand resting on her belly.

“Goddamn, Rebecca. You are a fucking dream.” He kissed her neck and shoulder while his free hand moved down and across her heated pussy.
 

Her breath hitched as she waited for him to go farther.
 

“I’m going to remove these clamps now. You’re a beginner, so you shouldn’t wear them too long.”

He shifted position and instead of paying attention to his hand moving to her breast, she locked onto the bulge pressing against her backside. It blistered her.

She wanted it.

With her mind distracted, she didn’t notice the clamp being removed until the sudden surge of pain from the blood rushing back to the tips.
 

“Holy Shit.” She squirmed in his arms, which he only tightened.

He gently caressed the pained nipple with a feather light touch until much of the pain dissipated.
 

He moved to the other clamp and began to squeeze it free. “Breathe slowly, baby and let it go.”
 

She tried. Really tried. But that sudden rush of pain stole her breath and made her pant. That’s when his other hand delved between her legs, going straight for her pleasure center.
 

The first touch to her clit and she lost it. A scream tore from her and the rush of her first orgasm from someone other than herself engulfed her.
 

He gave her no pause as he quickly entered her with two fingers from behind.
 

Holy, oh my, crap
.
 

Forget real sentences, her body was exploding a second time. Her body quaked and her legs began to give out. If not for the chains and his arm she would have melted to the floor in a giant puddle.
 

“We’re not done yet, Miss Adams. Not even close.” He finger fucked her hard while continuing to work her clit. Her tormented nipples occasionally bumped his arm and frissons of electricity ignited across her skin.
 

“Mr. Sinclair,” she said, whining.