Perv (22 page)

The woman lurched forward, moaning. Her mouth fell open.

Conner wrapped his fingers around the top of her skirt and held her in place. “Stay still.”

When she stopped wiggling, he spoke again. “Count for me.” He swatted her again. Pink spread across the woman’s ass.

“One,” the sub muttered.

“Louder. Let’s start over.” Conner spanked her again.

The woman flinched, but her voice was clearer this time.

Jenna crossed her legs.

Mason kissed her ear. “You amaze me.”

Jenna jerked her gaze from Conner and twisted her neck to look at Mason. She’d gotten so lost in the scene, she’d nearly forgotten where she was.

Mason smiled at her. “I’ll keep naughty schoolgirl spanking forefront in my mind as a yes.”

Jenna flushed so deeply she embarrassed herself.

Mason chuckled and turned her away from Conner’s submissive. They rounded a corner, and flashing lights caught Jenna by surprise.

“Want to dance?” Mason asked.

“Dance? Here?” Jenna hadn’t seen this part of the club last time. She hadn’t known there was a dance floor.

Mason chuckled. “We could go outside if you want, but the music is in here,” he teased as he led her onto the floor.

Dancing might have been a broad term for what happened on that particular floor. Jenna quickly surmised anything was acceptable. Though she didn’t think anyone was currently fucking, several people were awfully close. Every state of undress was the norm. A few women wore nothing but pasties over their nipples and a G-string. Most of the men wore black, including Mason.

Jenna was glad for the black leather and mesh of her dress. With the exception of several people in bold reds, pinks, or other flashy fluorescents, most patrons wore black.

Mason wrapped his arms around Jenna’s middle and pulled her close. He swayed to the music, nearly lifting her off the floor as he spun her around. His arms made her dress rise, and she suspected her ass might be showing, but in the dark with the flashing lights, she doubted anyone could see. Even if they could, no one seemed to be paying attention to anyone except their own partner.

There were some trios in addition to the pairs, mostly consisting of two men and one woman. Jenna looked around for several minutes, taking in her surroundings, but Mason grazed one hand up her back and tipped her neck to his face. “Eyes on me now, baby.”

“Okay.” She swallowed around the intense lust she read in his eyes.

He shook his head.

“What?”

“When we’re in the club or role-playing at home, you should address me as Sir. This casual
okay
won’t work here.” He admonished her, but his face lit up with mirth.

“Yes, Sir,” she sassed.

Mason pinched her ass.

“Ouch.” She bucked into him, his cock pressing into her belly.

“Respect, baby. That’s part of the scene.” He lifted an eyebrow, but his mouth curved up on one side. She knew he wasn’t angry. And the power she felt over him sent a chill down her spine. She was the submissive, but it was quickly becoming apparent she held a lot of the control.

Jenna set her cheek against Mason’s chest and let her body sway to the music under his direction. “So what sort of scenes do accountants act out, Sir?”

Mason chuckled. “I guess I could count money for people. That would probably do it for most women.”

Jenna shook her head. “Not me.”

“Figures.” Mason’s moves were subtle, but he managed to drive her steadily to the edge of sanity with his wandering hands. His fingers crawled up and down her spine and then wandered over her ass, squeezing each cheek. It was all she could do to keep from squirming.

When he ran his palms up her sides and grazed the underside of her breasts with his thumbs, she moaned. Her nipples poked forward, abrading the leather.

“God, you melt me, baby.” Mason nuzzled her neck and bit into the flesh of her shoulder, marking her and driving her mad with his teeth.

She would have responded with something snarky if she could have made her lips comply. Instead she tilted her head to one side to give him better access.

Jenna’s brain cells stopped functioning as Mason transformed her into a complete nympho with his mouth and his roving hands.

“Mason…” she mumbled.

He didn’t stop. In fact, he backed her up until he pressed her against a wall. She opened her eyes to find herself in almost complete darkness. The dancing continued behind Mason, but they had moved completely off to a corner.

When Mason hitched one of her legs up around his waist and plunged two fingers into her with no warning, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The one leg she balanced on threatened to buckle, and she clutched his biceps with both hands, trying to center her world.

“Mason,” she repeated.

“I know you aren’t ready to do a scene, but I want you to come for me. Here. Against this wall.”

In public
. “I can’t.” She knew the words had no
oomph
behind them as soon as they left her mouth. She was on the edge of an orgasm already, and she needed the release worse than she cared what anyone around her might think.

“You can, baby.” He stroked through her lower lips and flicked his thumb over her clit until she stood on tiptoe, her one leg doing very little to evade his fingers.

Jenna’s head fell back against the wall. She closed her eyes against the world and tuned out anything except the exquisite feel of Mason’s hands on her body. Without breaking contact with her pussy, he lifted his other palm splayed against her waist and wrapped it around her breast. He molded and squeezed the globe until she bucked into his hand, unsure where she needed more attention, her pussy or her breast.

When he pinched the nipple harder than she’d ever experienced, she stiffened.

“Come, baby. Now.” His voice rose on the last word.

She couldn’t avoid obeying his command. She arched her neck farther as he pressed on her clit. Thank God he held her up with his steady frame, because she nearly collapsed as she shattered around his fingers, her pussy pulsing and grasping the digits as they continued to stroke her through the orgasm.

When she finally closed her mouth and licked her lips, she righted her head until her gaze landed on Mason. “I can’t believe you did that…here. You’re such a perv.” She peeked around his shoulder, regaining enough sense to be worried about who might have been watching.

No one paid any attention to them. In fact several women on the dance floor appeared to be experiencing a similar ecstasy right in the midst of the throng.

When she glanced back at Mason, she found him smirking. “A perv?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never been called that before, I don’t think.”

“If the shoe fits…” She swatted at him and peered over his shoulder again to make sure no one was paying attention.

“Worried?”

She nodded. “It’s…weird. Do you always get women off on the dance floor?”

He sobered and righted her, setting her lifted leg back down and making a production of licking his fingers of her moisture, as usual. The flames that heated her cheeks burned down her chest and made her need to force her gaze to remain fixed on Mason.

When Mason finished the slow-motion video of him sucking her juices, he grasped her face with both hands and held her head steady, staring directly into her eyes. “I’ve never danced with a woman here. And I’ve certainly never made anyone come in this room.”

Jenna swallowed. “Oh.”

Mason released her and took her hand again to lead her back toward the bar area. Holding her behind him, he leaned across the bar and requested another water. This time he twisted off the top and handed it to her first. The gesture could have meant nothing, and perhaps he had no idea how every move he made endeared her to him, but the way he cared for her, seeing to her needs before his own, always watching intently for her responses, made her heart leap in her chest.

Jenna drank half the bottle, not realizing how thirsty she was, before she handed it off to Mason.

“You want to go?” he asked.

“Whatever you want…Sir.” She smiled.

“Oh, you’re going to test me every day, aren’t you?”

“Probably.”

He hugged her tight and then headed for the exit. He mumbled in her ear as he aimed her toward the doorman. “I want to fuck you so bad, I can’t stand it. And I don’t feel like sharing you with the entire world. Come home with me?”

Jenna shivered. All she managed was a nod. She’d come, hard, but her pussy leaped to attention, and she wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside her. It would be a miracle if they made it back to his place.

On the ride back to Mason’s house, he kept his hand on Jenna’s thigh the entire trip. He needed contact with her, and he knew he probably held her too tightly, but he couldn’t help it. And if he loosened his grip and allowed himself to stroke her soft skin instead, he would end up swerving off the road.

He didn’t remember much of the drive, but somehow they pulled into his garage, and he was out of the car and around the hood in seconds. Jenna’s grin told him she knew what he was thinking and didn’t fault him for his haste.

He ushered her into the kitchen through the entrance from the garage. As soon as the door shut, Mason turned to her and pressed her against the door.

“You have a thing for kitchens,” she muttered.

Mason smirked, and then he took her lips in a deep kiss, grasping her head and tilting it to one side until he had her where he wanted her. When he finally pulled back an inch for air, her face was flushed, and she had her fingers threaded into the loops of his black jeans. “I have a thing for
you
. Plus, you said it yourself, I can be a bit of a perv.” He glanced down. “Have I mentioned how much I love this dress?”

“You might have.” She pasted a coy expression on her face and bucked her torso into his erection.

The leather section that barely covered her breasts did nothing to hide her nipples as they poked into the material. He lowered his hands to cup and mold both breasts at once, lifting them in his palms and squeezing until she moaned. God, he loved that sound.

Not wanting to waste another minute, he reached for the hem of her dress, fisted the skirt in his hands, and pulled it over her head, forcing her fingers to release him and rise high above her head. “As sexy as you are in that dress, I’ve been wanting to remove it ever since you put it on.”

Jenna swallowed. “Again I’m naked, and you’re decidedly not.” She nodded at his waist, her gaze landing on the bulge in the front of his jeans. Her fingers shook as she reached for the button on his jeans.

She fumbled for several moments but finally freed him, lowering the zipper until his cock sprung out. She wrapped her tiny fingers around his length and squeezed gently.

Mason closed his eyes and tipped his head back, luxuriating in her touch. Already he loved the way it felt to have her hands on him. His body craved her smooth fingers, the way they danced across his skin. Rarely had he ever let a woman touch him directly in the past.

Jenna was opening his world to a whole new dimension.

Not bothering with the buttons on his shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. He kicked off his shoes and shimmied his jeans the rest of the way down his legs to step out of them. When he was as naked as Jenna, he wrapped his hand around hers on his shaft and squeezed against the sensation. “You have to release me, or I’m going to come in your hand.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“It’s not my first choice right now.” He wrenched her fingers off him and lifted her hand over her head. After joining that hand with the other, he held them both in one of his and roamed his free hand down her body, touching her everywhere.

The tiny noises that escaped her lips made him harder. She squirmed as he stroked her breasts, her nipples, her belly. When he reached between her legs, nudging them wider with his knee, he found her wet and ready for him.

Suddenly he wanted more with her. Instead of taking her against the door or the counter, he wanted something…real. His instinct to dominate her still drove him, but this time he wanted her to know how he felt about her.

Mason released her hands, lifted her by the waist, and carried her down the hall as she wrapped her legs around him. She didn’t speak as she settled her forehead against his.

When they reached the bedroom, Mason wasted no time strutting across to the bed and depositing her in the center, coming down on top of her with her legs encircling him. His cock nudged her entrance, and he held his breath as he reached for a condom on the bedside table. He wiggled free of her legs only long enough to roll the latex down his length, and then he was inside her.

God she was beautiful. Her legs fell open wider as her head tipped back, elongating her neck. Her mouth hung open on a soft moan, and she gripped his biceps with both hands as though he might escape if she did otherwise.

Mason pursed his lips and held himself deep inside her, not wanting to move and ruin the moment by coming too soon. He’d been so close for so long, he didn’t think he could last more than a few strokes. He’d needed her since she’d first slid the damn dress over her head, and his need had increased as he’d guided her through the club, listening to her subtle noises as she took in the entire scene. Her naïveté only made him want her more.

When she lowered her face to his, her eyes were half-mast, her cheeks a deep pink. “Move.”

He couldn’t deny her that. Releasing a slow breath, he set his hands on both sides of her face and held her gaze while he made love to her with more passion than he’d ever felt. Each stroke reached into his soul. God, he was lost to this woman.

As soon as Jenna set her face in the telltale sign she was going to come, he went over the edge right alongside her. He never wanted it to end, and he didn’t move from on top of her until she squirmed. “You’re gonna squish me to death.”

Reluctantly he pulled out, deposited the condom in a tissue, and curled up beside Jenna, unwilling to break contact with her. She melted into him as he tugged her back against his front and settled his face against her hair.