Toys

Mason removed two cold metal clamps from the dresser and carefully applied them to her nipples, tightening them down and causing her skin to burn in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Thea’s whole body tensed as the clamps bit into her skin, and all she could think of was the pinch until Mason swept a luxurious flogger over her with gentle, rhythmic strokes. The soft leather falls sent shivers of pleasure mixed with pain all over her body, making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

Thea’s body quivered as Mason trailed the leather flogger up her inner thigh, teasing her and bringing a pleasurable yet painful sensation. His tongue then followed the same path, traveling slowly and tantalizingly up her leg until it reached her sensitive nub. She gasped at the sudden stimulation and arched her back as his tongue explored and teased her. He licked, sucked, and teased, sending waves of pleasure washing over her body. Thea’s breath came faster and faster as she fought to control herself. Mason’s tongue moved in circles, prodding and pushing deeper into her until Thea’s body went limp, and she let out a loud, primal cry of release.

Mason grinned as he kneeled on the bed and hovered over her body, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. He leaned back on his heels, his strong arms bracing his weight above her and demonstrating his dominance over her. “I didn’t give you permission to finish yet,” he said with a smirk. “This is your punishment.”

Thea’s chest heaved, her lips trembling as she asked, “You’re serious? You’re going to leave me here?” she searched his face for an answer, but he only stared back, his expression unreadable.

He let his gaze wander down her body, lingering on her breasts where the clamps pulled and tugged at her nipples. His hands moved towards her chest, and he squeezed them lightly, eliciting a stutter of breath from Thea’s parted lips. His eyes flicked back up to meet hers, filled with an intensity that stole Thea’s breath away. “If you were anyone else,” he answered, “But I wouldn’t be able to focus knowing you’re in here waiting for me. Besides, I haven’t satisfied my hunger yet.”

“Mason, please,” Thea let out a deep exhale as Mason’s hand traveled up her body. She arched her back, pushing her hips against his, and moaned his name as her head fell back.

Her words seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever, “Are you begging me?” he said, an edge of challenge in his tone. “I thought you don’t beg.”

She knew he was right, but she had never wanted something so badly before. Thea was drunk off the sensation of his body against hers, “I am now,” she said.

“Beg me again,” Mason demanded, lowering his hips further.

“Please…” A strangled plea escaped her lips as he moved in and out with a steady, relentless rhythm. His gaze was focused, his muscles taut and flexing as he pushed her body up and down in time with his thrusts. Each motion was like a wave of pleasure radiating through her. She had never imagined that sex with Mason could feel like this - raw, powerful, and all-consuming.

Mason’s gaze was like a heat-seeking missile, trained on Thea and firing off sparks of passion. She pressed herself against him, her fingers curling around the ropes as their movements grew more frenzied. Mason’s muscles tensed beneath her as he pulled her closer, their sweat-slick skin gliding together as they reached a crescendo of pleasure. Then it happened. A wave of pure rapture surged through them, and they both let out a sigh of release.

With a final thrust of hips, the heat between them rose to an unbearable temperature, threatening to ignite the sheets wrapped tightly around their entwined bodies. Sweat glistened on their skin and mingled with the taste of their lips. Thea felt her muscles tremble as an orgasm surged through their bodies like a tidal wave, flooding them with a sensation of euphoria and bliss that made them feel invincible, almost as if they were floating away on a cloud of tranquility. Thea lay in a satisfied daze as the intensity waned, feeling nothing but peacefulness radiating from her core.

After a while of resting in the beautiful aftermath, Mason carefully undid the knots at Thea’s wrists with his strong hands. He gently spread her fingers apart and massaged her sore skin until he felt her muscles relax, and the blood rushed back in. He repeated the same process for her ankles, taking his time to ensure that no harm had been caused. Thea watched him, admiring his level of care for her at this moment. She dreamily said, “Mason.” Grabbing his attention, he looked up at her while still massaging her legs, “I’m really am happy you feel like you can give up control to me,” she said, eyes cutting from his, “I hope you feel comfortable to do that again...” she looked back to him, “...in the future.”

Mason inched across the bed, his elbows and knees sinking into the softness of the mattress. He gently kissed her lips and whispered, “I will always feel comfortable with you. How about this? We make a control word.”

Thea looked puzzled, “Like a safe word?”

Mason shook his head yes as he said, “When you want to take control, say the word, and I’ll be happy to step back.”

Thea’s lips curved into a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She paused momentarily, her thoughts drifting off as she considered a new word, “What about Sunflower?” she said suddenly, excitement lacing her voice.

He grinned, and his entire face lit up with joy. “Perfect,” he laughed, leaning in and planting a loving kiss on Thea’s lips. His warm skin brushed against hers as he climbed out of bed, displaying his muscled physique. He reached out and took her hand, gently tugging her out of the playroom.

“Where are you taking me?” she exclaimed in surprise.

“I’m starving,” he said with a twinkle in his eye as he started backing toward the door. “Let’s order take-out,” he said, “Then can I show you what some of these other toys are for.”