Mason's POV
She’s doing better than expected. Nathan’s finger is inside her now, slowly curling, stroking, and there’s no fear in her expression. No hesitation, no attempt to shy away or hide from our eyes. She stays exactly as she is, seated on his lap, her thighs parted over his, her back flush to his chest, and I can see every part of her that matters. She’s comfortable with us watching her, with us seeing her exposed and aroused.
For someone so new to this world, someone who’s only just dipped her toes into submission, she’s giving more than we could have asked for. And she’s doing it like she was made for this.
But it’s not enough, not yet.
Not like this.
“She’s sitting wrong,” I say, the words low, and pointed.
Nathan glances at me, then leans in toward her ear. I watch closely
