Page 48 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

He walked past me, grabbing my clothes in his hands as he went.

I laughed as he took off with them, disappearing upstairs. A little thrill went through me at the idea that he got to decide when I could have them back. I would remain exposed to him until he said otherwise.

I did so love it when he was in charge.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his footsteps. I turned around so my bared ass faced toward him, leaning my elbows on the counter.

I grinned, peering over my shoulder and wriggling my bottom at him. He carried a wooden case about the size of a small shoebox.

“What’s that? Some fancy cooking equipment?”

In response, Mason came up behind me, pinning me to the counter with his body. I felt his growing erection pressed against my rear. A little gasp forced its way out of my throat as he laid the box in front of me.

“Open it. I bought it just for you.”

“What’s inside? Like a bunch of snakes pop out?”

His reply was to sweep the hair away from the back of my neck and kiss the exposed sensitive skin. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I opened the box with trembling hands.

Inside, my eyes were drawn to what looked like a rainbow streamer at first glance. I reached out to touch it, and found it felt sort of like doll hair. When I lifted the rainbow mane, a small silver remote control was exposed.

“What is this…” My voice trailed off when I saw what the rainbow hair attached to. A black silicon plug which could only go one place.

“Do you like it?” He whispered in my ear.

I had no idea how to respond. The fact he’d bought it for me was flattering, and yet a ponytail plug—with a remote control to boot—seemed like an escalation from playing with neckties and spanking.

And yet, I wasn’t opposed to the idea. What bothered me was that I had no reservations about his intentions whatsoever. It felt strange to trust someone so much as to let them do… that to me.

“Is it too much?” He mumbled into my neck.

“No,” I said swiftly. Like way swiftly. My pussy was throbbing just at the thought.

“That’s good.”

Mason’s soft lips left butterfly kissed down my exposed back. He reached my bottom and kneaded my cheeks firmly. I moaned as amazing sensations flooded my body. I had no idea I needed an ass massage, but it released a bunch of tension in my neck.

He slowly worked some slippery, soothing oil onto my skin. Mason’s magic fingers relaxed me and yet got my motor running at the same time.

Then, he spread my cheeks apart. I shivered at the thought of being so utterly exposed to him. His tongue slid through my crack, and a sharp cry escaped my throat. It felt fantastic, even if I were a little scandalized by having him play with my ass. I’d never let any other guy go near there.

I decided I’d been missing out about the time Mason slipped his middle finger past my ring of muscle. I moaned softly as he worked his way up to the last knuckle.

“Give me your tail,” he said firmly, his finger still buried inside of me. I reached for the plug and lifted it from the box before awkwardly passing it back to him.

He squirted more of the massage oil/lube over the tail plug. I watched him over my shoulder. Our eyes met and he smiled before biting me on my ass cheek. I gasped, half laughing through the tremor of a little orgasm.

The plug went in much easier than I would have expected. Then again, I was pretty relaxed. I was shocked there was no pain. Just good sensations as it invaded my body.

Once it was snugly in place, Mason stood up and gestured to the package of chicken thighs on the counter. “Okay, assistant. Unwrap the chicken and rinse it in the sink.”

“Yes, Chef,” I said, flashing a smile. I noticed him pick up the remote control and slip it into his pocket. I waited a moment and he spanked me on my butt with a ringing smack.

“Get to work. You don’t need to worry about what I’m doing with this.”

“Yes, Chef,” I said, putting on a sexy little pout. I sauntered over to the counter, feeling the rainbow tail swish against my legs. I heard the click I’d been expecting from the vicinity of his pocket and the plug rumbled to life.

“Ooooh,” I groaned, bracing myself on the counter. The vibes transferred all throughout my lower body, including my clit. If that was the lowest setting, I worried I wouldn’t be able to stand if he turned it up too much higher.

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