Bow to Your Partner (9 page)

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Mason's skin tingled as she rested on her back, and
spread her arms and legs out. Even though they'd played many times since their
first meeting, Callan had led her forward carefully. He'd pushed her, but he'd done
it slowly. The fact he never suggested sex worried her at first, even though she’d
been grateful at the same time. One minute Mason thought she led a
straightforward uncomplicated life, no real highs or lows, but nothing to make
her heart beat faster, and the next she was on a roller coaster. Her emotions
and her comfort zone went in directions she hadn't realized existed. It was
exhilarating and scary, and she loved it. Each day she fell in love with
Callan, and each scene showed her how much she'd missed not having a Sir. It
was nothing like life with her husband, and that Mason decided, was how it
should be.

Now they were going to consummate their
relationship.
Stupid
expression.

Callan stood by the bed, a foil packet in one hand,
and looked down at her. His cock stood out hard and proud, the head slick from
her caresses and his juices. Mason's pussy clenched as her own juices coated
her thighs. Her mound, bare of hair, glistened with that telling evidence of
how she felt. She swore her clit jumped up and down,
shouting
 
“
touch me now”.

"I'm shaking." Callan held out his hand to
show her how it trembled. "Even though we've done so much, and I've wanted
to come inside you ever since we met, I'm shaking." He climbed onto the
bed and knelt between her legs. "I'll warn you now, pet, I won't last
long."

That was what she wanted to hear. Mason was under no
illusions she'd be any better. She ached with the need to experience him inside
her. As she looked down her perspiration-covered body toward him, Callan
grinned.
 
It was sex, one hundred percent
sex, and if she could bottle it she'd make a fortune. He didn't say a word,
just tore open the condom packet he'd brought with him, and rolled the latex
over his cock. Mason was glad he hadn't asked her to perform that act. She'd
probably rip it in her excitement. Even now, just watching him, her body
trembled, and her mouth went dry.

She swallowed as Callan lifted her legs and put them
onto his shoulders.

"Touch your nipples for me, love." He
moved and the tip of his cock grazed the entrance to her channel then edged
slowly inside her.

Mason bit her lip as the glorious feeling of being
stretched and teased spread through her. She pinched her nipples lightly and
the sting zapped her, creating a red hot line of arousal to her clit. Callan
pushed, and she tightened her muscles around him. He moved, and she matched him,
setting up the perfect rhythm. Her climax built. The hairs on her arms stood on
end, and the telltale prickles dancing over her got stronger.

Callan threw his head back, and the veins on his
arms stood out as he took her clit between two fingers. The tiny pinch and
caress was enough to send Mason spiraling over the edge of the inferno waiting
for her. She saw stars as her body let go, and she came with a scream. Even as
Callan shuddered and joined her, Mason held onto him. Without that, she'd lose
what little grip on consciousness she still had.

No wonder it’s called
the little death.
She'd had climaxes before, many times, but never one that filled her and
touched her soul so completely. She held him tightly to her, and rubbed his
back.

"Thank you."

He lifted his head. "I should be saying that.
I'll move when I get life back into my body. I'm heavy,"

True, but I love it.
"Yep, but I like
it."

"Maybe, but still."
Callan moved
backwards out of her, and gestured to the condom. He slid off the bed and
disappeared into the bathroom. Mason stretched and grinned. She couldn't
believe how enervated she felt. If they weren't in the middle of the city, she
could've climbed a mountain and shouted “yee haa” at the top of her voice. As
it was, she contented herself with a wriggle and a mental high five. Life was
good.
Just one hurdle to conquer now.

Callan reentered the room. "Shower or bath?” he
asked. "And boy, do you look like the cat
who
got
the canary."

"I'm happy," Mason said simply.
"Utterly and gloriously sated and happy."
She
rolled over and he tapped her ass as she got off the bed. She giggled.
A nice, gentle tickle more than anything else.
"If we're going out, then a shower, please.
Otherwise,
I'll entice you into the water and we'll get nowhere fast." Her heartbeat
sped up as he stared at her. The urge to assume the position hit her suddenly.
It was the way he looked.
His Dom mode persona.
Just
as she knew she'd have to do as her inclination suggested, Callan spoke.

"Shower then."

Chapter
Nine

Mason wriggled as the leather car seat heated up
under her. Now the time had arrived she didn't know how she felt about scening
in public. Oh, she wanted to try, wanted to be proud of how Callan made her
feel. But wanting and doing were two different things. They'd talked over what
was going to happen, and for that she was grateful. Callan warned her it
wouldn't always be so, but as with everything else they'd done, this next step
was being taken slowly.

Mason bit her lip. She didn't want to let him down

"Second thoughts, pet?" Callan signaled
and turned into the car park of the club.
"Color?
Remember, you're in charge."

Yes I am, and I need
to pull my big girl panties up
.
That made her want
to
giggle. No way could the tiny, barely-there thong be classed as big or panties.
"Green.
I'm just being a wuss. I'm scared but not
in a ‘don't do anything’ way." She tried to explain. "It's more in an
‘oh my god, I hope I don't mess up and disappoint you’ way."

Callan puled onto his parking spot and stopped the
car. "You won't.
Ever.
Because I want what's
right for you. Always and only that. Yes I'll push you, as you well know. As
you also know you have the power of veto, and no go."

Mason rubbed her ass. The red stripes she wore there
most days were perfect and loved—proof of that pushing. She'd never allowed
herself to enjoy a flogging until Callan showed her how many ways she could.

"I know and I lo—"Mason stopped. They'd
never said love to each other, apart from when he used it as a term of endearment.
Callan took her hand.

"And I lo—” He stopped as well and laughed.
"Yeah, and I love you. So, pet?"

"So, Sir."
Mason laughed.
"Green, green, and green, and I love you. I'm ready." She stifled the
butterflies that danced in her tummy. Callan took hold of her chin and turned
her head toward him. What he saw in her eyes obviously satisfied him, because
he nodded and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Then let's go." He got out of the car,
walked around the front, and opened her door to help her. "Remember
everything we've discussed." He locked the car and held her arm as they
made their way into the building and up to his office.

The building was as silent as ever.
Thank goodness for soundproofing, I reckon
.
The police wouldn't take kindly to being summonsed by a concerned citizen who
heard screams, only to discover a happy and willing sub enjoying a nice
whipping.

She giggled. Callan looked at her, a query in his
eyes.

"Thinking thank goodness for
soundproofing."
She told him her thoughts and he laughed.

"As you say.
Right, are you still
happy to go ahead, pet?"

"Yes, Sir."
She was.

"Then dress off and let's go." Callan
walked across to his desk and leaned against the edge. He never took his gaze
of her. That penetrating look no longer made her feel like an insect on a pin,
ready to be dissected. It made her feel cherished.

She slipped the dress off and checked her reflection
in the mirror.
Just as they'd decided.
Her lips were
coated in the same red of her shoes and thong. Her red bustier trimmed with
sexy black lace sat low over her breasts, and skimmed the top of her nipples.
Mason knew that wouldn't always be the case, but, as ever it was, one tiny step
at a time.

"Ready, Sir." Mason walked over the
oatmeal-colored carpet and knelt in front of him. Her body throbbed with
excitement. She clasped her hands loosely behind her and bent her head.

"Good girl." Callan tugged her hair until
she lifted her head and looked at him. It was a heady feeling to see the
approval, pleasure, and now she knew, love in his expression.

"Are you happy to wear your token?" He
picked up the delicate silver chain she wore on their previous visit.

"Yes please, sir." Mason held out her arm
and Callan fastened the chain around her wrist. He bent to make sure the clasp
had closed properly. His own scents of musky male and citrus cologne swept over
Mason. Her pussy spasmed and she was sure her thong darkened with her juices.

He knew, of course. His amused glance swept downward
and then back to her face, bringing a fresh wave of heat powering over her. She
grinned, and waved her hand to see the beautiful diamond knot on her wrist
glint and sparkle in the light.

"I love this."

"Good. Let's go, pet. Remember protocol matters
now." Callan took her hand and led her toward the door.

Mason swallowed as excitement tightened her skin,
and her heart beat erratically.

****

Callan felt the faint tremors rippling through
Mason. She looked pale under the flush of arousal that washed over her in ever
increasing waves. It was up to him to ensure the next hour or so was good,
perfect, and proper for them both.

Wax play, his favorite scene. They'd played a fair
bit at home, and Mason could climax almost immediately the first drops hit her
skin.
If he let her.
They both loved the build up, the
way she held her emotions in check until he told her to fly. Here though, she
had to hold back that immediate reaction. To scene in public was a giant leap.
One he thought she was ready for, but unbeknown to Mason, Callan had decided
this playtime would be only semi public. He had no intention of going too fast,
not after everything they'd learned.

He locked his office door, and led Mason along the
corridor and into one of the dungeons. As agreed, she kept her head bowed and
didn't speak.

"In here pet." He opened the door.

"At last."
Sean's cheerful voice
brought Mason’s head up for a split second. Callan pinched her wrist. "I
thought you'd wimped out, Callan, and gone for a pizza."

Callan chuckled.
"Food for
the soul first, the stomach later."
He lifted Mason's chin with the
hand she wasn't holding on to tightly. "You can look around now, pet."

He tried to see the room with her eyes.

No hoards of people waiting to watch.
No one except Sean and Jane, and four other carefully chosen Doms
and subs.
No one to freak her or make her feel judged.
It was, he'd decided, the way to continue. A discussion with Sean a few days
previously resulted in his plans for the evening. Okay, they'd been delayed by
their explosive lovemaking, but now they were back on track.

"Ready to scene, love?
Just a
little wax play?
By me, not Sean, a nice double act?"

Mason gasped, and he watched a flush run over her
skin.

"Can we, Sir?"

"Come on." He lifted the ropes and
escorted her into the scening area.

She glanced at the half dozen or so people who sat
quietly on chairs and cushions in the darkened area of the room.

"Friends, all of them," he said in an
undertone. "We've all been at this stage, and so I decided they were the
best people to be here for us. You'll soon find they're friends of yours as
well.
Before you ask, no.
No Marco. That would be too
much for both of you at this point." He didn't bother to add,
but not for ever
. They both knew that
scenario would happen sooner of later. She nodded.

"Yes, Sir, and thank
you."

Chapter Ten

Is this really me or
am I going to wake up, in my bed, with an itch that needs scratching and only
my vibrator to do it? Whatever, I'm going to enjoy it.
Mason followed Callan
across the wooden floor to where Sean stood. Next to him a woman of about
Mason's own age and build, but with red curly hair scraped back and fixed with
what looked like a million hair grips stood quietly, head bowed. The woman
looked, up and gave her Sir a quick glance. He nodded and she smiled at Mason.

"Hi, I'm Jane O'Connor. Sean is my Master and
my husband. So you and Callan are going to double act with us, eh? Cool."