Riveted

Say Please

It would've worried Desi when Mason moved her to the spanking bench had he not lowered her onto her back, instead. He lifted her arms above her head and didn't even break their kiss while buckling her wrists into the built-in cuffs. His hands slid over her body in the same possessive way he had when she'd crawled over his lap. When he got to her thighs, he shoved them far apart and greedily feasted on her gasp.

Finally, he pulled away from her mouth to lock her ankles into cuffs attached to the legs of the bench. Once finished, Mason stood and walked toward the back corner of the room, where she couldn't see what he was doing, though it sounded like he'd unlocked some kind of cabinet.

Desi's eyes latched onto the entrance to their little play area diagonally across from her to the left. In a delayed reaction, it struck her how little privacy they had. An anxious shudder danced through her at the thought of someone passing by and seeing her strapped down in just her lingerie, legs spread wide open. She knew that was silly since she was in a kink club where naked subs were literally on display as soon as you entered the Lounge. But it was her first time experiencing that level of exposure. Usually, she was the fully dressed observer.

Mason returned with a mischievous gleam in his eye, kneeling beside the bench and capturing her mouth again. The kiss was hot, seductive, and a blatant ploy to distract her from when he slid a vibrator right down the front of her panties.

It felt like he'd placed a condom over it, and that was both a surprise and reassuring—simultaneously triggering and answering questions she'd never even thought to ask. Then, she surrendered a moaning yelp to his mouth when he turned it on against the needy folds of her pussy.

Desi groaned in mild complaint when he left it there. A torment by pleasure; stimulating enough to heighten all of her arousal, yet not nearly enough to have a climax building. At times like this, she cursed the need for friction. Why couldn't the sensations just be enough? There was no doubt in her mind that Mason knew exactly how it was affecting her. Especially, when he started trailing his fingers up her stomach so faintly, it ignited layers of goosebumps to spread all over her skin.

He cupped her breast, running his thumb over the satin ribbon of her bra again.

"So sexy," he said quietly. "Now, my little nymph, it's time to teach you one of the most important aspects of our dynamic. The thing that pleases and turns me on more than anything else you could ever possibly do."

She perked up, eager to learn what that was, so she could master it. "What is it, Sir?"

"Say please."

"Please, Sir?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, Desi, that's the answer. But, it's not as simple as just saying the word. I want you to feel it to your very core, to be so desperate that you'll do anything to get what it is you're begging me please for."

Her breathing became a little more labored as the pleasurable vibrations continued to tease her pussy, knowing he was planning to use it to make her feel that desperation. Though, in all honesty, it wasn't going to take much effort in her current state. Mason produced a smaller vibrator from his jacket pocket. One that was designed solely for clit stimulation, most likely.

"This is brand new, I bought it earlier today just for you," he informed her.

He lightly traced her cleavage with it on a low setting. Pleasure was a faint sensation vibrating through her breasts and chest, even up to her neck.

"One day, I'm going to see you wrecked, Desislava," he vowed on a low growl. "All of your inhibitions shattered. By the time you beg me the way I want to hear, you're going to be so wild with need that nothing else in the world will matter. If someone walked into the room, you wouldn't even notice. You wouldn't care. You would keep begging me, and you would take it. Whatever I gave you then, you would fucking take without a care to anyone who saw."