Perv (21 page)

They ate like any other normal couple, at least to the naked eye. Mason selected the table, chose where Jenna would sit, and angled himself next to her. Until he needed to grab his messy burger with both hands, he’d kept one hand on her knee and caressed her thigh until she thought she’d go mad from the proximity to her pussy. He never quite reached high enough, and he damn well knew it. He even smirked a few times.

She wished she had the balls to lay her hand over his cock and squeeze, but couldn’t imagine what his reaction might be to something so bold. Turnabout didn’t seem like fair play in his world.

By the time they had finished and driven to her apartment, she was a mess of nerves. Her hands shook as she fiddled to find her keys in her purse, and Mason casually took it from her grasp, easily located the key, and opened the front door.

“I’ll just be a minute.” She headed down the short hall to her room, but he followed her. Of course.

When she grabbed the bag with the dress in it, she held it out to him and nibbled on her bottom lip. “You wanna approve it first?”

He raised one eyebrow and took it from her. “I’m sure it’s perfect.” He pulled it out and held it up by the thin straps at the top. A smile spread across his face. “Love it. You bought this on your own?”

She glanced at the dress, wondering what the hell she’d been thinking. It looked like it would cover less flesh than she remembered. “No. Katy helped. She picked it out, actually.”

“Katy has good taste. Put it on.”

Jenna knew he meant now, here, and in front of him. She’d been to this rodeo several times already. He didn’t permit any level of modesty. He didn’t seem to understand the concept or internalize that not all women were accustomed to dropping their clothes and stripping in front of a man, even one they’d already fucked.

Trying not to think about it, Jenna removed her jeans and T-shirt. When she reached for the dress, he jerked it out of reach. “Take the rest off. This dress was meant to be worn naked underneath.”

Jenna flushed again. Spending time with Mason would forever keep her face pink from flushing and her back pink from whippings. She did as he requested and held her arms up when it became obvious he intended to lower the dress over her head himself.

The material settled over her body, fitting her perfectly, accentuating her narrow waist where the transparent middle section framed her. The black leather that covered her breasts did little to provide any protection, and she knew it would be obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra as soon as she turned around. The entire back section was made of the sheer black see-through material until it reached the leather skirt section that began above her crack and barely covered her ass.

Jenna felt decidedly naked all of a sudden. She shivered as Mason stepped back and scrutinized her seriously. What if he didn’t like it?

A smile spread across his face and he shook his head. “You bring out the weirdest sensations in me.”

“What’s that?” Self-consciousness ate a hole in her as her chest pounded under his inspection. “You don’t like it? Is it too much?”

He laughed. “Hardly. It’s fucking hot. I love it. I’m not sure I want to share you with the rest of the club. And
that
isn’t a feeling I’ve ever experienced.”

“Oh.” The idea she yielded that kind of power made her stand taller. “Let’s go then?”

She walked past him and grabbed her favorite fuck-me heels again, the same ones she’d worn with him before. He’d chosen them then. She assumed he must like them. Where all this self-confidence was coming from, she had no idea. She’d never left the apartment in her life this underdressed.

Her nipples rubbed against the leather with every step she took, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. The mesh back of the dress was soft, but nevertheless it brushed over her pink skin in a way that made her keep notice of the flogging she’d experienced a few hours ago. Would he want to do that again tonight?

Mason drove, but he didn’t know how the hell they’d gotten from point
A
to point
B
. His mind never left the creamy white thigh next to him, nor did he remove his hand from her smooth skin at any point during the drive. He quickly learned to maneuver the car with his left hand, even on a turn.

Jenna sat still. He knew she was nervous, and he couldn’t blame her. It was huge of her to agree to go to the club with him, and she hadn’t balked for a second. He was so proud of her. Hell, his heart beat faster even before they arrived.

When he stroked the skin at the inside of her thigh, she squirmed. “Stay still, baby.”

She stiffened, and her hands fisted at her sides. The subtle change made him smile. She was so perfectly submissive, and it unnerved her to some degree. Good. Her off-balance reactions made his cock harder by the minute.

He caressed her inner thigh, stroking with his pinky, angling higher with each minute. By the time he pulled into the parking lot and up to the valet, she was gritting her teeth to keep from moving. He leaned over her as a man waited outside at his door. Knowing it would raise her anxiety to new heights, he reached the last inch and stroked his pinky through her wet folds. He kissed her lips quickly and pulled back, breathing heavily himself and knowing she would struggle to exit the car.

“Ready?” he asked as he circled to her side, ignoring entirely what he knew would be shaky legs extending from her needy sex.

She swallowed hard and took his arm, not lifting her gaze.

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. God, she was sexy.

When they entered the club, Harper greeted them. “You’re back.” He spoke directly to Mason, but Mason knew he meant Jenna.

“Yes. We’ll need to see those papers this time.” He waited while Harper leaned across the counter and held out a clipboard.

“Have her sign on the bottom of each page, and you’re good to go.” He turned his gaze toward Jenna. “Ma’am, you need to read everything. Don’t scan. This isn’t the kind of form you sign without being fully informed. We have strict policies here, and you need to be aware of them.”

Jenna nodded. Her hand squeezed Mason’s bicep, a sign he was quickly learning meant she was nervous.

Mason angled them to a bench against the wall and held the clipboard for her. “Read it. He isn’t kidding. You’re here as my guest. I’m a member. I’m allowed to bring in any guest I want, but they have to sign a waiver before playing.”

Jenna grasped the edges of the clipboard and held on tight. Her knuckles turned whiter as she read the pages, releasing the clipboard only as often as she needed to flip to the next page.

Mason knew she was pouring through pages of details about proper fetish etiquette. He hadn’t discussed it with her earlier. It would have only added to her stress.

He watched the pages as she read. He set his free hand on the base of her neck.

Jenna gripped the pen tight as she signed each page. Rules about alcohol, safe words, bodily fluids. She grew tense, but she signed and released the clipboard as though it were on fire.

Mason stood, and she followed his lead as he handed the paperwork back to Harper.

Harper glanced through the pages. “Looks good.” He spoke to Jenna again. “There are people working here to see to your safety. If you should ever need assistance, someone will be close by. Not that anyone has ever had to interrupt Mason before, but for your peace of mind.” He angled his gaze at her, his expression serious.

She nodded.

“Enjoy.” Harper opened the door behind him.

Mason passed through first, holding Jenna by the hand. Besides Jenna, he’d never held a woman’s hand inside this club before. He’d never brought a woman into the club with him other than Jenna. He’d always met other submissives at the club for a prearranged scene or encountered them after he arrived.

This was new territory, and it terrified him. His normal routine was shot to shit. He had no idea what he could or would be willing to do with the sexy woman on his arm he was quickly growing beyond fond of.

•●•

Jenna held her breath as she followed Mason. Sure, they’d been here before, but this was different. Last time they had intentionally come to watch. This time she didn’t know what they might do, nor did she know if she would be prepared for whatever he had in mind.

“Relax,” he whispered into her ear as he pulled her in front of him at the bar. His breath tickled, and his lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke. “Nothing happens that you don’t approve of.”

That was half the problem. She wasn’t sure she could deny him anything. She wasn’t sure she would want to.

Mason nodded at the bartender and ordered a bottle of water.

Jenna licked her lips. She wondered what Mason had planned.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her back closer against his front until her brain scrambled. He set his mouth against her ear. “Relax, baby. We aren’t going to do anything you aren’t ready for.” His lips settled against the spot behind her ear, making her shiver.

Mason grabbed the water and turned her to the right. “Let’s wander around a bit. I don’t think you saw the entire club last time.”

That’s for sure
. They’d gotten stuck as soon as she’d spotted Katy and Rafe, and anything after that was a blur.

Mason opened the water bottle, took a long drink, and then offered it to her. It was so intimate the way he held the bottle out. It dripped with sweat, and the cool liquid soothed her nerves as she swallowed. Mason kept one arm wrapped around her middle and took the bottle back when she was done.

He nudged her forward and let his hand slide from around her waist until he dragged it down her arm and threaded his fingers with hers.

Jenna hadn’t expected the calm she felt with him. As long as he was touching her, all was right with the world. They wandered down a row of scenes first, pausing at each one. She could feel Mason’s eyes on her as she watched, judging her reactions. She’d seen Katy in a spanking scene. She didn’t pause there.

A St. Andrew’s cross caught her attention next, and she watched as a Domme flogged a submissive male who held on to the cross voluntarily. She seemed to punish him by ignoring him if he released the ropes he grasped. He was tall and wore only bikini briefs. His Domme was less than half his size.

As though he’d read her mind, Mason whispered in her ear. “It isn’t about controlling someone with strength. It’s about the submissive willingly handing over their power to another.”

Jenna nodded, though she wasn’t at all sure she fully grasped the idea.

They wandered on until she stopped and grasped Mason’s arm.
What the hell?

A woman leaned back against some sort of table that stood on end, tipped back at enough of an angle that she was positioned diagonal in the room. It reminded Jenna of a picnic table propped on one end. But that wasn’t what caught her eye. The woman was tied with so many ropes, she couldn’t move a muscle if she wanted to. What was the point of that?

Mason stepped up behind Jenna again, straddling her with his legs and wrapping both arms around her middle. He nuzzled her neck and brushed her hair back with his chin. “It’s an art. Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Jenna nibbled on her lip. She wasn’t sure if she agreed, but her pussy clenched as she stared at the woman’s complete lack of mobility. Jenna’s heart beat faster.

“You like it,” Mason murmured. She could feel his smile against the side of her neck. “Good. I love Shibari. Do you know how hard it makes me thinking about doing that to you? I want to tie you with your ribbons someday.”

Jenna shivered. If he could stop talking, she might be able to breathe.

The woman’s eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open. The ropes crisscrossed her skin in every direction. She was naked, and her breasts stood high and tight encircled by the nylon. Her legs were pulled apart, and ropes held her pussy open, wrapped high on her thighs.

Jenna swallowed. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“Come on.” Mason tugged her away, though she could have stood there mesmerized for hours.

The next scene they came to made her giggle softly.

Mason leaned into her ear. “Recognize the Dom?”

She inhaled sharply. “He’s part of your Fight Club.”

“Yep. That’s Conner. He’s a teacher. For some reason women find that so attractive, they beg him to let them submit to him as his students.”

Jenna watched as the girl in the scene stuck out her bottom lip to pout. She looked comical to Jenna, but apparently no one else thought so. A glance around showed no one chuckling, so Jenna tried to rein in her mirth and watch.

The woman was dressed as a catholic school girl, although she’d never seen anyone from a private school wearing a skirt that short or a shirt that revealing. Nevertheless, the imitation was obvious. The short red plaid skirt was pleated and barely covered the woman’s butt cheeks. The white blouse was thin. Instead of being buttoned, it was tied beneath her breasts. Her nipples were plainly visible under the nearly transparent material. The submissive even had her hair in ponytails.

Conner pointed to the school desk in the middle of the scene and indicated the sub should lean over it. He circled his sub slowly, tapping a wooden paddle across his palm.

Jenna inhaled sharply. “He’s going to spank her with that?” she whispered.

Mason set his lips on her ear. “Of course.”

Jenna stood frozen as Conner pressed his submissive’s chest over the small desk until her breasts were smashed against the surface and her ass rose higher in the air than her head.

With one leg, he nudged her feet apart and then stepped between her knees. He ran his hands up her thighs, squeezing and molding her flesh as he pushed her skirt higher until it lay on her back, leaving her completely exposed.

Jenna squeezed her legs together, all humor having vanished. She swallowed hard when she realized how arousing the scene was. She didn’t dare glance at Mason, not wanting him to know what her reaction was.

Conner held the woman’s back with one hand, lifted the paddle above her ass, and swatted one pale cheek and then the other.