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chest, over his abs, to his boxers, which were barely holding his swollen cock inside. She smiled and reached for him, but he captured her hand.
    “What happened to me telling you what to do?”
    She smiled impishly. “Well, you didn’t tell me not to.”
    He grinned. “Okay. Don’t touch.”
    She pouted, then sipped her wine. He led her to the bed and sat down with her beside him. His gaze locked on hers and hers dipped away, then returned as her cheeks blushed prettily.
    God, she was so sweet and innocent. And all he wanted to do was push her down on the pristine white sheets and drive his aching cock inside her. To thrust into her until he heard her cry out in pleasure, and then gasp and moan his name as she shattered in orgasm.
    Then he would erupt inside her, finally fulfilling the gut-wrenching yearning he’d suffered for over a decade.
    But first, he had to ease them into things. Ensure it was a sweet and tender experience for her.
    He didn’t normally do either. Typically, the women he was with wanted to be handled roughly and with force. They wanted him to command them. Punish them. Completely dominate them.
    And he’d come to need to do those things.
    It had started with Maria on Dana’s prom night, and continued for several months. Maria had kept him from going insane when he’d needed to release the agony of pent up longing for Dana. He had found he enjoyed Maria’s complete submission, and after his father had blackmailed Mason out of the mansion, and out of Dana’s life, he’d found he’d developed a taste for submissive women. He’d tried vanilla relationships after that, but they just didn’t satisfy him, so he sought out the type of women he needed.
    He didn’t know how long he could play the sweet lover, but he wanted Dana enough to subdue his dark urges and be what she needed right now. A gentle, tender lover.
    “Should I pour us another?” Dana asked, holding up her empty glass.
    He took the delicate crystal from her fingers and set it on the table beside the bed.
    “No. No more wine.” His lips spread into a smile. “I don’t want anything to diminish your full enjoyment of what we’re about to do.”
    He stroked her cheek, then glided his finger along the side of her neck. Her skin felt silky soft. He leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips against hers, then kissed the corner of her mouth. He fluttered kisses to her temple, then breathed softly into her ear. Her soft moan was a delight. He nuzzled her neck and she whimpered.
    He eased back and allowed his gaze to travel over her body, lingering on her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the lace of her bra and he longed to set them free.
    “Dana, you are so beautiful,” he said, gliding his finger along her shoulder.
    She watched him, her blue eyes wide.
    He stroked downward, then dragged his fingertip along the edge of her lace bra, loving the silky feel of the swell of her breasts.He reached around her and unfastened her bra, then drew it from her body, revealing her round, full breasts and puckered nipples.
    She gazed at him, watching him admire her body.
    “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
    “You have no idea.” His cock twitched in his boxers, begging to be released.
    “I want you to touch me, Mason. And I want to touch you.” The level of need in her voice made his cock painfully hard.
    He cupped one soft breast and caressed. It filled his hand, the hard, swollen nipple pressing into his palm. He eased her back against the cushions on the side of the couch. As she leaned against them, her bight eyes watched him. He stroked her other breast, then leaned down and covered her nipple with his mouth.
    “Oh, yes.”
    Her soft, breathy voice filled him with need. He suckled gently and she moaned. He licked her hard nub, then suckled some more. Her whimpers increased, setting his blood on fire.
    His hand glided down her stomach until he found the lace of her panties. He stroked over the thin fabric, wondering if