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

Master Simon. Just like now, each time she spotted him, her whole body seemed to jump up and down, screaming, Him, him, him.
    She set the tray down and leaned against the living-room wall. After all the lectures she’d given herself, and the goals she’d posted on the bulletin board, she was still being stupid about a man.

Chapter Six
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    A h, there she was. Simon spotted his little sub leaning against the wall just outside the kitchen. He’d kept an eye on her—she continued to refuse other doms. Good. Watching her with someone else would hurt like hell. He wanted to be the one to show her more, to bring her to orgasm. He wanted her trust…and more.
    Gently, though. She’d take flight too easily.
    First the bait. He set his bag beside the high recliner-style table, one of his favorites, with extra width and leather padding. One by one, he pulled the vacuum cups out of his bag and lined them up on a paper towel on a nearby coffee table.
    The sub he’d commandeered in the kitchen set down a pan of bleach water. “Ooooh, Master Simon, you’re going to do cupping?”
    He nodded. When he turned, he saw Rona join the people gathering around the table. If she wanted variety and exploration, he’d be happy to fulfill that need. He captured her gaze. “Come here, lass.”
    A shaking started in Rona’s stomach at the smoky growl of Master Simon’s voice. Then the words registered. “ Come here .”
    “Me?” Her voice squeaked.
    “You.” He rolled up one sleeve, looked over at her, and frowned. “Now.”
    Oh no . She needed to think, but her feet moved her forward. Her hands went numb, and yet desire sizzled through her with each step closer. Her skin felt sensitive, the brush of her Santa coat like sandpaper. When she met his intent, measuring eyes, her chest squeezed as if he had her ribs between his big hands.
    She stopped in front of him.
    “Good girl.” He cupped her chin in one hard hand. “Such big eyes.” He brushed his mouth across hers and released her.
    “I-I…” What had she planned to say?
    “Remember the rules about speaking, little sub.” He patted the table. “I want you on here—without the coat.”
    The people. She didn’t have anything on but that skimpy bra and thong. Her eyes met his.
    “You’ve watched all night but haven’t played…and you want to, Rona.” He ran a finger down her cheek, his smile just for her. “I’ll go slowly, little one.”
    A tremor ran through her. I want to do this. And I want to do this with him.
    He waited patiently, but his confident posture said he already knew her answer. How could that feel so reassuring?
    She pulled off her coat and handed it to him, shivering at the feeling of air—and eyes—against her skin.
    “Good girl.” The approval in his dark eyes warmed her. He grasped her around the waist and set her on the countertop-high table, then swung her legs up.
    The slick leather chilled her bottom, and she clenched her hands in her lap.
    “Now, tell me. Do you want to watch or just feel?”
    She bit her lip and stared at the clear glass cups, which suddenly seemed a little ominous. “Watch.”
    “All right.” He adjusted the table to lean her back in a reclining position. Before she could object, he tugged open the ribbons on her bra and pulled it off.
    Great . Baby-chewed breasts with white stretch marks. She forced her hands to stay in her lap and not cover them.
    To her surprise, his eyes held only appreciation as he looked at her for a long, long moment. When his callous hands finally cupped her breasts, her back arched. Somehow she felt as if she’d been waiting for his touch all night. His thumbs traced circles around her nipples, and heat pooled in her pelvis.
    “I can see I won’t have to warm you up very much,” he murmured. He leaned down and took her mouth, even as his hands moved over her breasts, teasing and playing until the world rippled around her. He pulled back to smile at her. “I don’t know when I’ve