Free The Real Mason by Julia Devlin Page A

tightened and she ran her hands over them, scraping her nails along the sensitive sac like she’d read about.
    She became the temptress she’d never dreamed she could be.
    He shuddered. Yanked hard on the chains.
    She moaned around his thick girth. Why did that pain feel good?
    Again, again, again.
    This was not proper behavior for a first grade teacher. But she wouldn’t think about that now, she’d think about that later. For now, she’d think about the pleasure and the pain, and the desire.
    Strong grip tightening in her hair, he pulled, forcing her mouth away. She fought to hang on. He gripped her neck and ripped her away. His cock, glistening from her mouth, bounced against his stomach.
    Angry from being denied, she glared at him and yelled, “What are you doing?”
    Those eyes narrowed to menacing slits. “What did you say?”
    She sat on her knees, immediately realizing in her zealous frenzy she’d forgotten the rules of the game. “Um…”
    “That’s what I thought.” His mouth firmed into a hard line and he ran a finger down her cheek. “While there’s no doubting your enthusiasm this go-around, what did you do wrong?”
    She puffed out her bottom lip. Why did he have to be unreasonable? “You only told me to lick you. But, but, I was trying to please you.”
    He nodded. “I know but you’re forgetting what pleases me is your obedience.”
    Her shoulders straightened. A tiny devil inside her insisted it was worth it. “Are you trying to say you didn’t like it?”
    “Not the point.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her for several long moments. “I’d turn you over my knee and paddle that ass but that wouldn’t be much of a punishment, now would it?”
    Unable to lie, she shifted her attention to the floor.
    He sighed, rose and walked over to the now-terrifying armoire. She’d only glimpsed a small portion of what lay inside but it was filled with metal devices and black leather instruments.
    Scary. Exciting. Her pussy contracted.
    Dear lord, what was happening to her?
    Desire pulsed low in her belly. God, she felt needy. Desperate. If he’d just give her some relief she’d be able to focus.
    Muscles rippled along his shoulder blades as he dug around in his cabinet of torture, seemingly unaware of her very existence.
    One little stroke on her clit, was that too much to ask?
    Her finger twitched. She could do it herself. The idea popped unbidden into her mind.
    What could it hurt? He’d never know. The hard bundle of nerves swelled in hearty agreement. All she needed was a tiny bit of pressure. Just to take the edge off. She slid her fingers between her legs, shocked at the dampness she found there. Just as she was about to brush her clit, he turned around.
    She snatched her hand back like a child caught with her hands in the cookie jar.
    A fierce scowl darkened the chiseled lines of his face and he crossed his arms. “Were you going to touch yourself, Anna?”
    As though she’d morphed into a petulant child, she shrugged. She didn’t understand why but for some strange reason she enjoyed the feeling. It felt good to be free. Not concerned with propriety. With being proper. To give in to her roller coaster of emotions as the whim struck her.
    “I see,” he said, his voice flat. “Stand up.”
    She stared back at him. Uncomprehending.
    “Now.”
    That one word sent her scurrying from the floor.
    He walked over and studied her critically. He should have looked ridiculous with his jeans riding low and his erection jutting out but he didn’t. He looked so gorgeous she wanted to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth again.
    She drifted off, thinking of the way that satin-smooth skin over hard steel felt filling her mouth. He’d tasted good.
    She craved—
    Pain stabbed her nipples, shooting down to her aching core. “Oh!”
    She looked down to see a large blue crystal attached to chain hanging between her breasts. She hissed as the weight of the jewel pulled and tugged