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Jenna tried. She willed her body to remain still. She only had inches of wiggle room as it was with her limbs stretched as tight as they were. But Mason wanted those inches for himself. In fact, she was sure she would lie here in this position until she relinquished her will to him.

“That’s it, baby. You’re catching on. I can see it on your face.” He pushed one finger inside her again and pulled it back out. Again. And again.

She stiffened her legs to keep from moving her torso. There was no way to get purchase against the mattress, however.

Mason dragged that finger, wet with her juices, down to her lower hole.

Jenna’s mouth opened. She fought to keep from denying him that forbidden entrance.

“If you’ll just feel instead of worrying about social norms, you’ll find you enjoy yourself better.” He circled her puckered entrance, wetting it with her own moisture. It was maddening how long he lingered there until she unclenched her butt cheeks. “That’s it, baby. Just feel.” He grasped her thigh with his free hand as he pressed his finger firmly against her back entrance.

He didn’t enter, but it was enough knowing he could…and he would. Maybe not today, but soon.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” He pumped that finger repeatedly, easing it almost off her hole and then pressing again. “You’ll learn to love having something in your ass while I take your pussy. Women say their orgasms are much stronger when both holes are filled.”

She’d heard that, but hadn’t believed it.

Mason continued. Eventually she grew less sensitized to his touch there, and the sensation switched from forbidden to sensual.

“That’s it, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, embarrassed to admit defeat on that issue.

Finally, Mason circled up toward her pussy. He dipped back inside her and grazed across her G-spot. “Your orgasms belong to me now, Jenna.”

Hadn’t they for two months?

“I see the confusion on your face.” He chuckled. “Good. That means you probably haven’t been masturbating very often when I wasn’t with you. I like that.”

He doesn’t want me to masturbate?
Not that she had, damn him. Hell, she hadn’t had time since she’d met him.

“I’m not saying you can’t masturbate, baby. You can. And you will. But not alone.” He raised an eyebrow until she understood.

She nodded. Who needed to masturbate when they lived with this pervert? She managed to keep from grinning at the thought.

“They’ll be times when you’ll wish you could. Especially if you don’t learn quickly to obey me when we’re in D/s mode. I’ll keep you on edge and leave you there with no relief. If you don’t believe me, try me.” His words were definitive, and she knew he wouldn’t balk.

“Yes, Sir.” It seemed appropriate to acknowledge his words.

Mason’s finger disappeared from her pussy, and she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her torso into the air the inch available to her.

That only caused Mason to release her thigh. He stared at her and waited until she set her ass down. “Sorry, Sir. I’m trying, Sir.”

“I know you are. And I appreciate that. And we have all day and all night for you to get it right, so don’t worry about that.”

Don’t worry about that? Was he fucking kidding? If he left her tied to this bed that long without release, she’d expire. Her eyes shot wide.

Mason shrugged. “It’s up to you. I’m a patient man, Jenna. You have nowhere to be. I knew it would take you a while to accept your place here. That’s why I got you the rest of the day off work. Take your time. When you’re ready to fully submit to me, I’ll give you what you need. Until then, I’ll keep instructing you.”

Jenna stared back at him. He was serious. Now that she’d moved in with him, he expected her to slip further into a submissive role. He meant business. Was she up to the task?

She loved him more than she’d ever thought she could love another human being. And God almighty did he make her body hum. But this total submission…?

“Will you want me to obey you at all times from now on, Sir?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer. What if he said yes? Could she do it?

“Of course not.” He smiled. “Your strong feisty side is what I fell in love with. I never want you to change. However, I’ve let you have too much control when you were in submissive mode until now. I want to change that. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you couldn’t comply. In fact, I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me if I didn’t think you couldn’t submit fully to me. Every time you’ve let yourself go, even for a minute, and let me control you, you’ve had the best sex. Am I right?”

Jenna nodded. “True…Sir.”

“Then give me the benefit of the doubt here, and let me show you how much better it can be. We’ll set specific times when I want you to let me dominate you completely. During those times, you will submit just as completely. And you’ll find yourself craving those occasions more and more often. Trust me?”

“I do, Sir.”

“Good. Now is one of those times.” Mason leaned forward and cupped her breasts, squeezing them until she became acutely more aware of the nipple clamps and moaned. “You like the clamps.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Never lie to me. I can read you like a book when you’re this horny. May I resume?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mason smoothed his hands down her body, leaving her boobs jiggling with his release. The clamps shook, increasing the pleasure/pain.

“Now, if you can remain still long enough for me to bring you to orgasm, I’ll let you have one before we continue.”

One? How many did he intend?

He didn’t read her thoughts that time because he’d lowered his gaze to her pussy. He pulled the hood away from her clit again and dipped a finger into her channel. “So wet.” He pulled that wetness out and circled her clit with it.

Jenna bit the inside of her cheek. The urge to buck was strong. She fought it. The need to come overshadowed, and she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be granted any orgasms if she moved even a millimeter. Instead, she breathed through the urges and left her torso flat on the bed.

Concentrate on the feeling instead
.

Jenna closed her eyes.

Mason flicked his finger over her clit. “Good girl. You’re learning.”

His praise grounded her. She wanted to come badly, but she wanted to make him proud too. She could do this.

Mason added more pressure against the base of her clit, holding the pressure for several seconds. “That’s it, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t answer.

When he released her clit with that finger, he thrust two into her pussy.

Jenna screamed, but she didn’t move.

“So gorgeous, baby. So fucking hot.” He pumped those fingers several times. “I’m so proud of you.” Finally he curled his fingers toward her front and stroked her G-spot. “Right there, baby. Just feel.”

Sweat built up on her brow from the amount of concentration it took to let Mason rule her body. She’d never been this close without going over.

“Not yet, baby. Not yet. Feel my fingers. Don’t come.”

The need built until she thought she’d explode. She tipped her head back, hoping he wouldn’t punish her for the movement.

Mason said nothing. The slow movement of his fingers against her sweet spot was maddening. And then he increased the speed.

“Mason,” she screamed.

Her Dom pinched her clit hard with his free hand. “Come, baby. Now.”

Jenna shattered. Her pussy grasped at his fingers, milking them hard. Her clit throbbed as wave after wave of her orgasm consumed her until she thought it would never end. She saw nothing. She didn’t even know if her eyes were open or closed for long moments.

When she finally came down, her vision cleared enough to see Mason’s smile. He gradually eased his fingers off her until his palms remained, holding her lips apart, keeping her exposed, but not touching her most sensitive areas. “You’re beautiful. Was it worth it?”

“God, yes…Sir.” She panted, trying to catch her breath. And she wasn’t kidding. The only thing that would have made that better would have been his cock.

Would he undo her now? She wanted to touch him. Hell, she wanted to suck his cock. Would he let her return the favor?

“I’m so proud of you, Jenna.” He grazed his thumbs around her open lips, pressing on her enough to keep her arousal alive.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“The next one will be even better, baby.” His fingers moved over her limp body. “And it will be easier to remain still each time now that you know what the reward is.”

Wait? What? Now?
She lifted her head off the mattress to get a better view of him.

Mason dipped two fingers back into her soaked pussy and held her gaze. “I told you we had all day. That was just a taste. You said I was a perv. I’m going to make you eat those words.” He grinned.

“Sir?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I…” She couldn’t formulate a sentence. It wouldn’t matter. Nothing she said would deter him from his determination to torture her some more.

“That’s what I thought. Now, lie back and enjoy the ride. I may be a perv, but by the end of the day, you’re going to thank me.”

“I already did thank you, Sir.”

“And I liked hearing those words. Let’s rehearse a few more times. Shall we?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jenna’s arousal darted back full force. She might as well “enjoy the ride” as Mason had said, because she didn’t appear to have any other choice this afternoon.

And there was nowhere else she’d rather be than right here, trussed to Mason’s bed, in the home she now shared with him, learning to turn her need for control over to this perv…

Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, GA, with her husband and two kids. After years of editing, she is now a full-time author. With over 25 best-selling books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to contemporary to BDSM. She loves chatting with fans, so feel free to contact her through email, Facebook, or her website.

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“Ugh. I’ll be so glad when this school year is over. If one more sixteen-year-old tells me they forgot their homework, I’m going to scream.”

Emily smiled across the table at Virginia and took another sip of her wine. Dinner at her favorite restaurant with her best friend was long overdue. “One more week. I know we can make it.”

“Easy for you to say. You get to hide in the library sorting books while I grade World History finals.” Virginia smirked lightheartedly.

“Hey, now. I have to collect lost-book fees too. That can be grueling.” She laughed. There was no comparison. She had to agree. She’d been a school librarian for ten years now, and she loved it. The pay sucked, but helping teens learn to love reading was her passion.

“I’m feeling so very sorry for you,” Virginia teased.

“Are you still willing to go with me to that club Friday night?”

“Of course. Are you sure it’s the best idea though? I’m worried about you. You aren’t some undercover cop, Emily. You’re a high school librarian.”

“I need to do this. Claire was my sister. I want to know what happened to her.”

Virginia reached across the table and set a hand on Emily’s. “It won’t bring her back you know.”

“I know.” Emily rolled her eyes. “I just need closure.”

“It’s so raw still. She’s only been gone two months.”

“That’s why it’s important to find out what I can now, while someone might remember her. If I wait too long, she’ll slip away.”

Virginia smiled. “I understand how you feel. Really I do. If it were my sister, I’d want answers. I’m just warning you there may not be any answers to your questions, or you might not like them.”

“I get that.” Emily shrugged. “Maybe it’s more than that. Maybe I just want to be close to her. Figure out what made her tick. Maybe I’ll feel like I understand her better if I visit the place she liked to hang out.”

Virginia took a drink and leaned forward on her elbows. “She was a drug addict, Em. You know that. She’d been using for years.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…and she OD’d. I know that.” Emily took a deep breath. “Where did she get those drugs? Maybe someone at Extreme was selling to her.”

“You do know what kind of club Extreme is, right?”

“Of course.” Emily glanced down and smoothed her napkin on her lap. She understood the gist. Extreme was a fetish club. She wasn’t stupid. She was well read. Hell, she’d been reading everything she could get her hands on since she was four years old. She knew enough about BDSM from romance novels to get by. Didn’t she?

Virginia giggled again. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.” She held up her hands. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ll go with you for sure. Sounds like fun to me. But I’ll be shocked if you enjoy it. Besides, you’re way too shy to approach anyone even in a normal bar. There’s no way you’ll be able to make conversation in a BDSM club. Half the people there will be nearly or completely naked, Em.”

Em took another deep breath. Just because it was described that way in books, were there really places like that in real life? She had no idea, but she intended to find out. Sure, she hoped she might figure out what happened to Claire, but it was more than that. She also wanted to know what made Claire tick. If her sister spent Friday nights at Extreme, Emily wanted to see what all the hype was about.

Claire was only twenty-seven when she died, the youngest sibling. That left Emily and Mike. At thirty-three, Emily felt a huge responsibility toward her middle sibling now. They were very close. So close, he’d even lived with her for a while.

Neither Mike nor her parents had been there to empty Claire’s apartment after she died. Virginia had helped Emily with that task. Most of Claire’s belonging they either pitched or sold. Virginia had packed up all the paperwork and anything she thought might be important from Claire’s desk. That box now sat untouched in Emily’s closet. The only thing Emily kept out was Claire’s day calendar. Extreme had been penciled in on several weekend nights. That was all Emily had to go on. If she wanted to know more about Claire, she needed to start at her favorite club.