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Two days later…

Two days later, Mason parked his car in the garage and entered through the kitchen. It only took seconds to get through to the living room, where he found Jenna in the corner of the couch, her knees pressed against her chest, tears streaming down her face.

“Baby…” He crossed to her side, sat, and pulled her into his arms. “I guess it didn’t go well?”

Jenna wiped her face with the back of her hand and sucked in a breath. “It went as expected. Thank you for giving me some time.”

He hadn’t like it, but he’d left and given her half an hour to call her parents and speak to them alone. She’d been staying at his place since Monday morning. Neither of them had worked. They’d spent the last two days talking to lawyers and the police.

When it finally seemed as though they had all the ammunition they needed, it had been time for Jenna to call her family.

“Talk to me.” He lifted her chin and kissed her forehead.

“I did exactly as we rehearsed. I told them to leave me alone and stop contacting me for any reason. If they don’t comply, I will call the police and press charges for hiring two thugs to assault me in my home.” She smiled up at him. “The beauty is that even though they’re guilty and they know it, it doesn’t matter. The idea of having cops show up at their house would be so embarrassing to them, they would never run that risk.”

“Essentially you called their bluff.” He was so proud of her.

She nodded. “I don’t think they ever believed I had the balls to stand up to them. I mean
really
stand up to them. Put my foot down and end this crazy standoff once and for all. I don’t want their fucking money. It’s no longer just a matter of risking my inheritance by defying them. I’ve reached a point where I don’t even
want
a dime of that money for any reason. I’d rather starve. And I feel fantastic now.” Tears still fell down her face.

Mason chuckled. “Yeah, you sure look like it.” He narrowed his gaze at her and wiped the moisture from under her eyes with his thumbs. “I love you so much. You know that, right? And I’m so proud of you.”

She nodded again. “Family. I’ve been blessed with two now—Mariel and David, and now you. That’s better than any blood relatives by far. I have everything I need.”

Mason heaved the last box into the house and dropped it inside the door. “Lord, woman, how did you have that much stuff packed into that tiny apartment?”

Jenna stood helplessly in the living room and watched as five huge men plopped on the furniture simultaneously, each popping open a beer.

The front door stood open, the light from outside suddenly blocked by a sixth man in a police uniform. “Am I late?” Rider asked with a chuckle. He came through the door and shut it behind him.

Gage tossed him a beer. “About time you showed up. Are you finally off work? We decided since you weren’t here to help load and move, you have to unpack the girly stuff.”

“Uh-uh. Not a chance in hell. There’s a reason I don’t have a woman of my own. You fools are dropping like flies.” He pulled a chair from the kitchen and sat. “Soon every one of you is going to have a house filled with frilly shit and flowers.”

“Hey now,” Jenna protested. “Flowers make an ordinary house a home.” She grabbed the hand Mason held out to her and sat on his lap.

Mason kissed her briefly. “And you should see what a person can do with ribbons and bows,” he muttered against her lips.

“TMI,” Rider moaned.

“On that note, I have to get home.” Rafe stood and finished his beer before tossing it in the trash. “Katy wants to go out tonight.”

“Katy does, huh?” Rider asked.

Mason rolled his eyes. “Dude, you need to get laid. Once you do, you’ll see the error of your ways.”

The other guys all stood at the same time and excused themselves.

“What about all this unpacking,” Jenna teased Rider as he stepped out the front door, the last to leave. “You just got here.”

“Yeah, about that… I have a…thing I forgot about. I’ll call you next week and see if you still need me.”

Jenna laughed as he left.

“He’s so going down.” Mason tugged Jenna under him and lay over her body on the couch. “Welcome home.” He kissed her again. “I’m so glad I no longer have to worry about you in that apartment.”

“Hey, I loved that apartment.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I loved being on my own and out from under my parents’ thumb.”

“That I’ll buy.” He rubbed her arms. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean you still have a few days until Christmas if you want to change your mind.”

She shook her head and gripped his biceps. “Never.”

“You’re giving up your family fortune.” He winked.

“Yep. And I have no regrets.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She lifted her head, trying to convince him to kiss her.

“Woman, you’re always trying to control things.” He lifted his head away from her. “Can’t you relax and let me take charge for once?”

She tried to relax her body beneath him. “I’m not very good at submission.”

Mason stroked her forehead. “Not even close. But we’re going to work on that, starting now.”

“Ah, so that’s why you wanted me to move in.” She giggled, squirming beneath the hard cock pressing into her pussy.

“Among other things.” He kissed her cheek and nudged her face to one side so he could nibble a path down her neck to her collarbone.

A chill shook her body, and she gripped his biceps. “I have to go back to work, you know.”

“Nope.” He nosed her shirt to one side and licked at the top swell of her breast until she moaned.

“Really,” she whispered. “I told Mariel and David I’d be there by two.” Her mind was scattering as his beard-roughened chin dragged between her breasts.

“I might have mentioned to them that you were mistaken.”

Jenna gasped and twisted her face to see his eyes. “You didn’t.”

“Hey, I told you I was going to start working on your submissive side.” His grin was evil.

“Not where it concerns my
job
,” she stammered.

“This isn’t about your job, baby. It’s about what I’m going to do to you this afternoon instead of work.” He peeled her fingers off his arms and lifted both her arms over her head to hold her wrists with one hand. When he finished that task, he dragged her shirt up her body with his free hand, exposing her chest. In a flash, he yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, grasping her wrists again before she could think to gain control of the situation.

Jenna’s chest heaved. Her bra felt too tight.

Mason stroked the skin along the line of the lace and then dipped a finger inside to graze it over her nipple.

Jenna bucked her chest into his touch, silently pleading for more.

Mason chuckled. “Still want to go to work, baby?”

The nonsensical noise that escaped her lips annoyed her, but words escaped her.

“I think your afternoon will be better spent right here, learning your place in this relationship.”

“My place?” She moaned. Her pussy grew wetter when he ground his cock against her.

Mason had her legs pinned, straddling them, but suddenly, he stuck one knee between her thighs and forced them apart until he had himself situated between her spread legs. The outside leg fell to the floor. The couch wasn’t big enough for that many limbs.

“Yes.” He pulled one cup of her bra down, forcing her breast out high and tight. When his tongue stroked over her nipple, she gasped.

She was truly pinned, her entire body at his mercy.

Her nipple pebbled under his attention, and she had to grit her teeth to keep from begging.

“You need to be humbled.”

“Wha…?” What was he talking about?

“I’ve been lax as a Dom, letting you get away with way too much.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip until she writhed. “Please…”

Mason released her with a pop. “Please what?”

“Please let me come.” She moaned louder.

“Please let me come, what?” He grabbed her chin again and forced her to meet his gaze.

Jenna swallowed.
Oh. Shit
. “Sir,” she whispered.

“That’s what I thought. And I’ll be happy to let you come, as soon as I’m convinced you’re able to remember your role without coaching.”

She swallowed again. He drove her crazy. A tight ball formed low in her belly, needing release. His stiff cock remained nestled at her entrance, but it wasn’t enough through the material of her jeans and his.

“I’m going to release you now, and I want you to keep your gaze down, go straight to the bedroom, remove everything, and climb onto the bed to lie spread eagle in the center. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was so soft, even she barely heard herself.

Mason stood, though she noticed he grimaced doing so. Good. If he was in as much torment as her, maybe he would speed this process up.

And maybe you can help by remembering to obey his commands and answer appropriately.

Without hesitation, Jenna did his bidding, padding to the bedroom without even tucking her exposed breast back into her bra. He hadn’t said she could. She dropped her jeans with shaky hands, tugging her panties down with them. She popped the clasp of her bra and dropped it on the floor with her jeans. Seconds later, she lay sprawled on the bed.

Mason had watched her, his gaze boring into her as she worked. “Good job, baby.” He grabbed the bag he always took to Extreme from the closet and unzipped it, the noise so loud in the silent room, she flinched.

Without saying a word, Mason attached Velcro cuffs to her ankles and wrists and tugged them to each corner of the bed until she lay completely exposed and at his mercy.

“What do you say, Jenna?”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for reminding me of my place.”

“Good girl.”

He rustled in the bag again and then climbed between her legs and set several items she couldn’t see on the bed beside him.

Jenna was so wet, she thought she might come before he touched her. A trail of moisture ran down from her pussy to her ass. Her breathing increased as he stared at her.

“You’re so horny. I can smell it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

“Who’s in charge this afternoon?”

“
You
are, Sir.”

“Who decides when you come, Jenna?”

“
You
do, Sir.”

Mason lifted one hand and gave her pussy a quick spank, shocking her and nearly making her come before he got started. “Thought that would get your attention.”

Still shocked, she held her breath.

“Fight it, Jenna. Don’t come.” He stroked her thighs and then pulled her lower lips apart, exposing her pussy to his view. “I love how smooth and pink you are.” He caressed her outer lips with one finger. “And wet. So wet.” He dipped that finger inside her, pushing in as far as he could before drawing it back out and lifting it to his lips. “Mmm.”

Jenna’s vision blurred. She fought hard. Harder than ever.

“And these…” Mason smoothed his hands up her body until he cradled her breasts. “I love how they lift when your arms are above your head.” He tapped her nipples until they stiffened further.

Jenna sucked in a sharp breath and then panted. It was difficult to remain still.

When Mason pinched both nipples at once, she bucked, unable to control the reaction.

Mason released her immediately and sat back. “Uh-uh.” He shook his head. “Unless you want me to add a strap across your chest and another one across your hips, I suggest you find a way to obey my words and stay still.”

Jenna nodded. She was past speech.

“Since I only have two hands, and I can’t very well give both your nipples and your pussy the attention they deserve at the same time, I’m going to enlist the help of modern technology.” He reached for something by his side.

Jenna groaned. If he put a vibrator in her while he played with her boobs, she was doomed.

What met her gaze was so much worse than that, though.

Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open when he lifted two items to her view and let them dangle from his fingers for a moment.
Clamps
.

Jenna tried to lick her lips, but her mouth was too dry. “Sir, I’ve never…”

Mason smiled. “Good manners, baby. And I know you haven’t. You’re about to experience more firsts than you can imagine over the next weeks.” He grasped one nipple and twisted it back and forth while he spoke. “Don’t move… That’s it… I’m so proud of you…” When he was satisfied, he pinched the areola and slowly eased the clamp closed over the tip.

Jenna exhaled slowly. It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but the bite that remained brought new moisture to her pussy. She tried to stay still as Mason worked the other nipple in a similar fashion and then clamped it to match the first. “How’s that, baby?” He met her gaze.

She couldn’t respond.

Mason waited, watching her face.

“Okay, Sir.”

“Too tight?”

“No, Sir.” Though she had nothing to reference it with, but as the seconds passed, she grew more aroused by the pain that eased into pleasure.

“Good.” He eased back between her legs. “Let’s me explore this pussy better.”

As if he hasn’t already become completely intimate with my crotch
.

As if in response to that thought, Mason continued, “I want to learn your responses so well that I can eventually make you come on command. I’m going to train your body to accept whatever I decide to do and not come until I say so.”

What? Was that possible?

His fingers stroked everywhere again, and nowhere. He didn’t touch her clit or reach inside her pussy for so long, she began to relax. “Good girl. Control. Learn to control your body. Know that you can, and you will do exactly as I say. And I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Soon, she hoped.

Mason pulled the hood back from her clit and leaned over to blow on the exposed nub.

She flinched.

“Steady, baby. Your job is to concentrate on staying completely still. Let me control everything. Stop fighting it. Once you let go of your need to control everything, you will enter into a new level of sexual awareness you’ve only dreamed of. I promise.”