Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Chapter 26
Mason put his arm around Hannah’s waist as he walked her into the bedroom. His rational mind advised him that what he was doing wasn’t the best idea. But the rest of him told his rational mind to shut the fuck up. He wanted what he wanted, damn it. And she did too. He saw it in her eyes; he felt it in her tremble.
When they got to the bed, he threw back the covers and lay down, drawing her down beside him. The air in the room was cooler than the steamy bathroom, and Hannah shivered as he pulled her closer against his body.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lightly kissed the top of her head. She snuggled into him, hiding her face in his chest. It felt good to hold her. His arms had been empty for too long. He rocked her gently in his embrace, sensing how much she, too, needed the physical touch of another.
It would be so easy to take her lovely face in his hands and claim her mouth with his. He wanted to do more than just kiss her. He imagined rolling her onto her back, spreading her legs and plunging inside her wet, tight heat. Or taking her from behind, easing into her tight virgin ass while teasing her sopping cunt with his fingers until she screamed with pleasure…
His cock throbbed. How tempting to grab a handful of her thick, soft hair, using it to guide her head down over his shaft. He wouldn’t let her up until she’d milked every last drop and then licked his balls clean.
As if privy to his fantasies, Hannah lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a tentative smile. He could feel the rapid patter of her heart against his side. She looked so sweetly nervous, and yet her lips had parted, as if for a kiss, or a cock…
She wanted it. She wanted him.
And he wanted her, in the worst way.
With a growl, he rose on his elbow and pushed her easily onto her back. She gasped, her eyes widening with fear that only made his cock get harder. Hard limits be damned. He wanted what he wanted, damn it.
Fisting his cock, he lifted himself over her.
“Mason,” Hannah cried, twisting out from beneath him. “What’re you doing?”
Her words were like a sucker punch to the gut.
What the hell was he doing?
Hannah wasn’t his lover. She was a trainee. And he’d promised her very clearly only moments before that all he wanted to do was to hold her.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with barely suppressed lust. He rolled away from her and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Getting to his feet, he wrestled himself firmly back under control.
He glanced at his watch, ignoring his damned erection, which had yet to flag. Crouching down, he reached under the bed. As he pulled out the sleep mat, he silently cursed himself for his loss of control. The look on her face when he’d risen above her—it had been pure fear. If any desire had lingered beneath that fear, he’d seen no evidence of it.
No way was he going to force himself on someone. If and when he claimed Hannah, she’d be the one to beg him for it.
Getting back to his feet, he held out a hand to his trainee, who was regarding him with a quizzical, confused look.
“Come on,” he said, pointing to her mattress. “It’s time for bed.”
Hannah sat up slowly, frowning. “What just happened, Mason?”
He blew out a breath. “I nearly lost control, is what. Won’t happen again.”
She seemed about to speak, but after a moment, she only nodded.
He held out his hand to her. “As we discussed, you’ll be sleeping on this mattress for the duration of your training.” He managed a smile. “It’s better like this. I’m not sure I can trust myself with you in my arms.”
She took his hand, allowing him to pull her upright.
Custom made, the sleep mat was a modified mattress with canvas straps sewn onto the sides at strategic intervals, fleece-lined cuffs attached for wrists and ankles. He’d covered the mattress with a fresh fitted sheet earlier that afternoon, along with a duvet folded neatly across the bottom and a plump pillow at the top.
After a brief hesitation, Hannah lowered herself onto the mattress.
Back under control, he crouched beside her. “I’m going to cuff you to the bed. There’s plenty of give in these straps so you should be comfortable enough. The idea is to remind you, even in sleep, that you are owned. You won’t be able to get up without my permission.”
Again, Hannah nodded.
When he had her properly cuffed, he drew the duvet up around her shoulders. “There we go.” He patted her on the head. “You good?”
She stared at him for a long moment. If she gave the slightest hint or said anything to indicate she’d rather be up in the bed with him, he would uncuff her in an instant and take her into his arms.