The next slap came on the other side, another upper swipe of his hand and so he continued, left, then right. She bucked, slammed back against him, and cried out. It wasn’t pain she felt, although it was there, turning her bottom red hot and sore; it was the glorious need to come.
“Come, now!”
She soared on a plateau, hovering there, waiting for the orgasm, but nothing happened. The edge wasn’t as close as she thought.
He scooped up a handful of her hair, lifted her head, and whispered into her ear, “Come now, sweetheart, come for me.”
It worked, those tender words in the midst of his hard fucks. She shrieked as the orgasm enveloped all of her senses, her legs shook and she was losing her strength. It was nearly too much and her clitoris throbbed, the orgasm rippling on without end.
He withdrew, but not to pause or slow up. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and bent her over it, allowing her hips the support she needed. Then he reentered her and continued, pounding her harder than ever. Snaking his hand around her waist, he dove his fingers under her squashed belly and between her thighs.
“That’s right, keep coming, don’t stop.” He stroked her clitoris using the same rhythm as his thrusts.
She came again, then again. She couldn’t scream or move, her knees bent as her calves cramped and her toes curled into her soles of her feet. She felt him shudder, the stiffening of his body and the long, low moan as he emptied his load. His release was lengthy and he used it to slow his thrust and deflate the plug. She barely noticed its presence or its removal.
When she stirred, it was to discover she was lying on the bed, bathed between the legs and a little uncomfortable in places, but in a strangely pleasant way. She didn’t remember how she got there. Mason was right by her, peppering her bosom with kisses.
“That was fantastic, girl. You don’t know how hard it was to do that—I feared you’d beg me to stop, I mean really stop. I didn’t want to ruin it for you. Was it good?”
“Yes,” she grinned. “Thank you. Does this mean we’re… compatible?” The word still stuck in her throat.
He shook his head and her heart sank. It wasn’t to be? Why not?
“Don’t despair,” he said quickly. “We’re in love, you know it, I know it. It’s wonderful. But, we’ve moving so quick, perhaps too quick. Our relationship is young and it needs to mature.”
What he’d said wasn’t quite what she expected from him, especially after the way they’d fucked. Then, she realized that might be the problem. They fucked with such vigor and passion because the physical aspect of their lovemaking was intense and demanding, but they hadn’t come to grips with how they felt inside or why in particular she submitted when she doubted her abilities. He was still testing her and she was exploring, too. What he wanted was to unlock the key to her unspoken fantasies and delve there amongst the most debauched and humiliating things she’d ever dreamed up.
“We don’t have to do them,” he said, as if to read her mind. Mason gathered her into his arms. “What you desire is for me to take control and then I can protect you. Don’t you see? If you hide things from me, I’ll never know if I’m hurting you, forcing you to do things I shouldn’t.”
“If I tell you them, would you think less of me?” she whispered.
“Computer, lights out!” called out Mason. The room descended into a blackness only space could mimic.
Jade snuggled closer to Mason, resting her head against his chest and listening to his beating heart. The solid shape of his body, hardened by muscles, was in contrast to her lithe one. She relied on agility, he on strength. They were unalike in so many ways, shared no common history or bonds of kinship. Without demanding it, Mason wanted to crack her open and see what lay beneath the surface. If he understood her soul, then she would be his, there would be nothing left to hide from him.
“No, never,” he said in answer to her question.
In the darkness, she told him her first fantasy, the one she’d had after she discovered her sexuality was born out of surrender. It was the image of herself, bound, tied to a bed and fucked. She described the scene, almost ashamed of why she wanted it like that, especially when she craved love, romance, and stability.
He listened without judging or commenting until she finished. Her heart thumped beneath her breasts. She didn’t expect him to laugh or belittle her and he didn’t.
“You’re a submissive at heart, Jade, but you’ve fought it, so you think it’s wrong. It’s not about weakness or wantonness. You crave something so innate to you that it visits you in your dreams. It does the same to me, that craving. Although mine aren’t born out of lust, but the desire to control things. My first fantasy was something similar.”
She perked up. “Really? Tied to a bed?”
He laughed. “No, sweetheart. Tying a woman to a bed, spanking her bottom, and making her come.”
She giggled, then abruptly yawned. The day had been long.
“Go to sleep,” he said. “I’m going to set the autopilot to our next destination.”
“Where?” she asked as he eased off the bed, returning the room to lightness with his voice command.
“I’ll tell you later. Rest,” he ordered, accompanied by a wag of his finger.
He dressed, covering his tattoos and pale skin, leaving her feeling a little bereft. How quickly she mourned his absence.
With a swift kiss on her cheek, he was gone. Alone, she wondered what awaited them in the coming days as he hunted down his last fugitive. The one that would seal his goal—freedom to leave Novador and seek a new life.