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

enjoyed kissing someone so much. You give everything you have, sweetheart.”
    And he kissed her again, a sweet kiss that turned forceful, his tongue taking complete possession.
    When he stopped, she couldn’t move, could only stare up into his intent gaze. Why did surrendering to this man feel so right?
    After studying her, he nodded and said softly, “That’s my sub.” And the utter assurance in his claim terrified her when she couldn’t find any disagreement inside her.
    He picked up a strap and buckled it just below her breasts. A softly lined cuff went on each wrist, and he secured them to the top of the table over her head. Then he walked to the foot of the table.
    She eyed him nervously, again aware of the people watching. “What are—”
    His stern glance strangled the words in her throat. Silence. Don’t talk. But…
    Her knees bent as he pushed her feet upward toward her butt. Then he restrained her ankles to the edges of the table, the position far too like the one her gynecologist used, only even more spread open—the width of Simon’s table was twice that of a medical one.
    She pulled on her arms and legs, suddenly feeling frighteningly helpless.
    “Ah, lass.” He walked back and held her face between his hands. She looked into his eyes. Calm and confident.
    “Nothing will happen that you won’t enjoy, Rona. If you become too scared, you can use your safe word. Tell me what it is.”
    She swallowed. His thumbs stroked her cheeks as he waited for her answer.
    “Houston. It’s Houston.”
    “That’s right, my lass.” He held her head between his hands as he enjoyed her mouth in a leisurely kiss, as if he had all night, as if people weren’t waiting for him.
    When he let her go, her resistance had melted away. The knowledge that right now she’d submit to anything he wanted chilled her a little. Master Simon knew exactly what he was doing, and she wasn’t sure if she resented or admired his power.
    He looked into her eyes and smiled. “Thinking again?”
    She watched him walk toward the end of the table, and every one of those eased muscles started to tighten again. When he undid the laces of her thong and pulled it off, a sizzle of excitement shot through her system. Her moan almost sounded like a whimper.
    His eyes crinkled. He didn’t touch her, though, and she was glad—really—although everything down there throbbed in need.
    “Let’s start with your nipples,” he said. He picked up a small glass, bell-shaped cup and set it against her left breast. The coolness drew her nipple tighter. Shaking his head, he chose another size and fastened something that looked like a caulking gun with a gauge to the pointed end of the glass.
    Unexpectedly, he skimmed his hand over her pussy, making her gasp. “Nice and wet,” he said. He ran his now-damp fingers around the glass rim before pressing it firmly to her breast. “Ready, lass?”
    Her body burned with arousal even as anxiety shot through her. She gave him a nod and stared down at her chest.
    “Tell me if it starts to hurt. For now, you are permitted to speak.” He squeezed the handle.
    One pump and her breast felt like someone was sucking on it really, really hard. Her nipple swelled into the bottom third of the clear cup. “Oh my God!”
    He chuckled, his gaze intent on her face as he squeezed again. When the suction increased to near pain, she tried to push the cup away and rediscovered that she was restrained.
    “That’s obviously enough.” He twisted the pump off, leaving her nipple fat and red inside the vacuum cup. “Next.”
    The other one went the same way.
    “That looks so strange,” she muttered, staring at the cups on her breasts. Feels strange too. Like someone constantly sucking right there.
    He walked to the end of the table, and her hands clenched into fists. Her legs were splayed wide, her pussy on view for everyone to see. And he was going to do…that to her. Her breathing sped up again, yet somehow the fear