conduct scenes with your sub?
He knew why…because no matter how much a part of him wanted it—her—he knew she wasn’t his. He was pursuing play, not courting a woman. He just hoped repeating it enough times to himself would drill that point home.
“What is it, pet?” he finally asked when it became apparent she wasn’t going to speak without encouragement.
Her gaze danced around as they came to a stop at his door. “I thought we’d be going back to your place.”
He chuckled when she shrugged delicately. She was trying to play coy, but he could see right through her. He opened the door and motioned for her to enter as he turned on the lights. “I think you’ll like it.”
She gasped and he smiled, though she didn’t see it. She was too busy walking in and turning in circles, looking at the room. “Wow,” she breathed.
Her bag fell to the floor.
He tossed his keys onto the side table. “My partners and I wanted comfortable rooms to stay in. No sleazy motel vibe.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, blushing slightly. “I didn’t mean… Well, I mean it’s lovely,” she said quickly as she turned back around, looking out the picture window to the grounds below.
“It’s hardly a penthouse suite, but it’ll do. There’s a kitchen to your left and a bedroom suite to the right.” They were standing in the living area, which made up the rest of his private room at the club. It was decorated in warm, neutral colors, but the features the space had were top of the line.
“This looks bigger than my apartment,” she mumbled. He didn’t think she was talking to him, so he didn’t respond to her comment.
“Are you hungry?”
She seemed to pull herself out of her reverie when she turned to face him. “No. I might want something to eat later, but for now, I’d like to give you a something special instead.”
Mason’s dick twitched. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on by a woman, but he willed it down. Shelby wanted to treat him to a massage, and he wasn’t going to turn something she did for a living into a kinky game.
But she wore a costume.
He tamped that thought down, too. If Shelby wanted to turn this into something playful, then he was all for it, but he wouldn’t go into this with the expectation. He’d let her define the boundaries because this wasn’t a scene and he didn’t have to control it.
But if she turned it into sex, then he’d master her.
“I didn’t bring a table. We’ll have to do this on your bed.” The sly smile was very cute on her, and it immediately helped him relax the sudden and unfamiliar nerves. This was her show now, and he’d lie back and enjoy it.
“That works for me.” He winked at her. “It’s this way.” He started for the bedroom and had to stop himself from taking her hand. He’d had massages before, so he’d give her the professional courtesy he had any other therapist he’d seen. But that didn’t stop him from grabbing her bag and carrying it for her. After walking into the bedroom, he set the bag on the edge of the bed. Shelby clutched it and opened it.
“Why don’t you tell me if you have pain anywhere specific,” she said as she pulled out various bottles, focused on her task.
He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t usually get asked that. Normally, I take off my shirt and they just start rubbing.”
She looked up then with a crooked smile. “But I’m asking you.”
Dropping his hand, he said, “Fair enough. I guess my back is a little stiff.” Another part of him was already trying to get that way as well with the knowledge her hands would soon be on his body. He cleared his throat. He was doing a piss poor job of not trashing her profession. She’d asked him a legitimate question, and he needed to answer it. Admitting to a few aches and pains didn’t make him less of a man. “My thighs ache sometimes from sitting down so long at my office.”
She squirted something onto her hands and rubbed them together as she nodded. “Okay, we’ll start with you lying face down.” She put a few select bottles on the nightstand and slipped her bag off the bed and onto the floor. “Take off your clothes.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her as he started unbuttoning his