MasonsRule-ARe by Eliza Gayle Read Free Book Online Page B

needs taking care of. But that's not the point, is it? I am your Dom, no matter how temporary, and it's my job to see to your comfort and happiness."
    She started to interrupt and he held up his hand.  
    "This is not negotiable, Miss Adams. I need this. I don't want to waste any time worrying about what you are doing or what you might need. You tell me what you need in any aspect of your life and I decide what needs to be done. Maybe you take care of it and maybe I do. Either way, I don't step into a scene with you and not know what's on my submissive's mind that might make things go bad. Because things going bad is not an option."
    She set her fork down next to her plate and steepled her hands below her chin and stared at him. He could practically see the wheels turning as she thought about what he said. He enjoyed the different emotions playing across her face, including the slight blush of her anger. It gave him all the confidence he needed that she would not only stand up for herself as a woman but as his submissive as well. If she submitted to him it would be of her own choosing.
    "I don't know what to say, Mason. On one hand you sound like a brute of a control freak and on the other it's almost sweet."
    "If it makes you feel better then go with sweet. Either way, you give me what I need and I will give you what you need. It's all part of who we are as submissive and Dom. Now pick up your fork and finish your food. I'm getting quite concerned you aren't taking care of yourself.
    "Oh trust me. Under normal circumstances, I eat just fine. And I have the butt and the stomach to prove it."
    Mason clamped his lips together and counted to five before he responded. "I know you aren't trying to insult yourself right in front of me. If that were the case, I'd have to introduce you to my wooden paddle after dinner."
    Her mouth dropped open and he raised his eyebrows in response.  
    "I should have known you'd be this bossy. I don't know what I was thinking."
    "Not bossy, Miss Adams. Confident. Not only in what I do but what I want. And I want you just as you are.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You aren’t some kind of chubby chaser are you?”
    He nearly choked on his wine. “Chubby what?” Mason shook his head and clamped down on his waning patience. Never in his life had he wanted to turn a woman over his knee so badly as this one. The stupid shit that came out of her mouth sometimes amazed him. But more importantly than his satisfaction at seeing her ass turn red and watching the cleansing tears fall from her eyes was his urge to do this right for her. And that meant something a little slower.  
    “Don’t mistake me for some college aged boy who will fuck any pussy he’s offered, Miss Adams. If I didn't like the package you came in or if I didn't think we could enjoy dinner and a conversation together, you wouldn't be here. I don't do pity fucks and I sure as hell don’t play stupid douche bag games. So you need to remember every time I strip and fuck you, it's because your perfection makes my dick hard.”  
    He watched her mouth drop open and her eyes go wide. A moment later she closed her mouth and picked up her fork.  
    “Perfection, Rebecca. If you get nothing else through your head tonight it will be that. I. Love. Every. Fucking. Curve.”  
    As much as he wanted to know what she thought, he was happy to let his words sit and resonate before she started to argue again. It was interesting to watch her absorb what he said. Every nuance of her expression twisted his insides as his thoughts turned to how beautiful she’d be when she came, staring out at this same view.  
    Except there was so much going on in her head he wondered if they could get through a scene in one piece. Tonight would be an interesting test to see how compatible they were.  
    After a few minutes more, he decided to break the silence and change the subject. "One of the reasons I chose this apartment with this view is because I can see