Free Simon Says: Mine: A novella (Mountain Masters & Dark Haven Book 2) by Sinclair Cherise

could feel her thong turn damp. When he slid his hand down to stroke behind her knee, she sighed in relief.
    “Sorry, Michael. That’s two for two,” Logan said. “Looks like, on this sub at least, below the ass beats the knee area.”
    “In my opinion, that spot wins every time.” Jake slapped her bare butt lightly, startling her, and took his seat again.
    Were they done? Could she move now?
    “There’s one more theory to consider.” The rich timbre of the voice from just behind Rona made every muscle in her body contract. Master Simon.
    She turned her head, trying to see him, and got a stinging swat on her bottom. “Don’t move, sub.”
    Her jaw clenched, and yet heat seemed to stream off her as if from a raging forest fire.
    “And what’s your theory, Simon?” Logan asked.
    “That with the right dom, a touch anywhere is erotic.”
    The men grinned at each other. Michael said, “Perhaps you should demonstrate.”
    Rona strained her ears. Nothing.
    “Now, lass.” His voice seemed to caress her, despite the stern authority in it. “Don’t move. Keep your eyes on the other doms.
    A quiver ran through her, and she forced herself to stay still. A moment passed. Another. He stood right behind her. She could feel his warmth and his gaze on her exposed bottom.
    His fingers grazed over her ankle. She pulled in a ragged breath at the sensation and the knowledge that this was Simon’s touch. A moment later, his hard hand closed around her calf and squeezed, and somehow the warmth of his skin and the slight scrape of his callous fingers sent electricity sizzling straight to her clit so fast that she had to force down a moan.
    The doms burst out laughing.
    Jake shook his head. “Always some bastard screwing up a good experiment.”
    A low chuckle sounded behind her, and Rona stiffened. What was he going to do?
    “But I have to say, Jake,” Master Simon said, “I also prefer the just-below-the-ass spot.” A pause and then his hand traced the crease between her thigh and bottom with one…deliberate…stroke. Warm, rough, firm.
    No longer under her control at all, her hips pressed back against his touch.
    Master Simon’s laugh was deep and masculine. “Up you come, lass. Experiment’s over.” He gripped her arm and helped her stand. With a shock, she realized his other hand hadn’t moved and now cupped her buttock. He squeezed slightly.
    Her legs shook as she looked up at him, feeling the strength in the ruthless grip on her arm, keeping her right beside him so he could touch her as he pleased. His fingers stroked over her bottom, slowly, and each movement increased her arousal.
    When he finally released her, satisfaction glimmered in his eyes. He touched her cheek gently. “Do you know how lovely you are when you’re aroused, sweetheart?”
    He tilted his head at the other doms. “Thank you, gentlemen, for allowing me to participate,” he said and strode away.
    As Rona tried to get her breathing under control, the doms exchanged glances. “Well, that seemed clear enough,” Jake drawled. “You ever see Simon get territorial before?”
    “Should be an interesting evening.” Logan pulled his fair-skinned sub between his knees, and the pretty sub’s eyes closed in pleasure as he played with her hair. A wistful envy ran through Rona. What would it be like to sit at a man’s feet, to feel his—Master Simon’s—hands on her?
    “Not for me, apparently,” Michael grumbled.
    Rona frowned. Had she missed something?
    Michael handed over her tray of drinks and smiled at her. “Off you go, pet.”
    By the time she’d emptied the drink tray, she’d grown—almost—used to being on display. The excitement that Master Simon had roused hadn’t dissipated at all. The sights and sounds of people making love, of floggers and groans and whimpers, kept her in a pure state of need. Three doms had asked her to play, all interesting and pleasant men, so why had she said no?
    Because she’d gotten fixated on