Chapter 5Though it wasn’t exactly fuel-efficient, we were taking Mason’s truck north to Landry’s Fall. It was better in the snow than my sedan, plus Mason fit better in it. My Chevy Sonic had a roomy front seat, but Mason was tall and broad, and it was really better for him to be comfortable. Besides, I was happy to navigate while he drove.
The past two weeks had been good. A happy bubble of getting to know each other and nights of hot s*x. More spankings, and last night Mason had edged me for hours, playing with my prostate and tapping my frenulum until I was literally crying, begging for relief. My orgasm had gotten me the closest I’d ever come to subspace, and the way he held me after, keeping up the deep-tissue pressure, had been exactly what I needed.
I knew why he’d done it last ni
