He Came Back Running (Maya and Mason) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Mason’s POV

“Selena,” I murmured, my voice low and rough as I finally broke the quiet. My hazel eyes locked onto hers, those piercing green ones that always saw straight through me. “That nightgown… fuck. You look incredible. The way it hugs you right there…” I gestured vaguely at the way the red silk molded to her swollen breasts, nipples already pebbled and pressing against the thin material. “It’s driving me insane. You’ve been wearing that all evening, waiting for me?”

She tilted her head, a slow, knowing smile curving her full lips. Her long wavy auburn hair cascaded over one shoulder, catching the candlelight like fire. “I have. And you’ve been distant, Mason.” Her tone was velvet–wrapped steel, that dominant edge she wielded so effortlessly. Even seated, she commanded the TOOM. “But compliments won’t save you tonight, husband. Not after you’ve kept your hands to yourself for days”

I felt the heat rise in my chest, that familiar pull of power and submission twisting between us. We were both dominant, but tonight I was more than ready to give her what she needed… carefully. She was carrying our child, her belly softly rounded under the silk, and that knowledge made every touch feel heavier with responsibility and raw desire.

I stood slowly, closing the distance with deliberate steps. My muscular frame towered over her as I reached out to trace a finger along the thin strap of her nightgown. The silk was warm from her skin, and I could smell her scent jasmine mixed with something deeper, more primal, now laced with the subtle sweetness of

pregnancy.

“I’m sorry,” I said, voice dropping. “Work’s been… but seeing you like this? It reminds me exactly who I belong to. Who owns this body as much as I do yours, especially now.”

Her green eyes flashed with approval and challenge. She uncrossed her legs, letting the nightgown ride higher, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs and the gentle curve of her pregnant belly. “Good boy. Now touch me properly. But remember, I give the orders tonight, even if your third leg is the one doing the work.”

That was all the invitation I needed. My hands slid to her hips, gripping the silk as I pulled her up from the chair and into me. Our bodies pressed together carefully, her fuller breasts crushing softly against my chest through the thin barrier. I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth with the hunger I’d been starving for, but kept one hand protectively supporting the small of her back.

Her tongue met mine in a battle for control, but she let me win this round, barely moaning into my mouth as my fingers dug gently into the soft flesh of her ass under the gown. The fabric bunched up, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core already, hotter than I remembered.

We moved as one toward the bed, my hands never leaving her. I lifted her effortlessly but with extra care, her legs wrapping around my waist as I set her on the edge of the mattress. The black silk sheets pooled around her like spilled ink. “This gown stays on for now,” I growled against her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there. “I want to ruin it while I ruin you… gently.”

Selena laughed, low and throaty, her fingers threading into my short dark hair and yanking my head back just enough to meet her gaze. “You think you’re in charge because you’re bigger, Mason? Strip. Now, I want to see what my husband’s been hiding from me.”

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I obeyed, peeling off my shirt to reveal the hard planes of my chest and abs, then shoving down my pants. My cock sprang free, already thick and aching, veins standing out from how long I’d gone without her. She licked her lips, eyes darkening with lust. “Better. Now cuff me. The leather ones. Behind my back.”

It had been a long time since I’d seen this other side of Selena, the fierce, unyielding dominant wife who still trusted me completely even while pregnant. My pulse hammered as I reached for the thick black leather cuffs from the nightstand drawer. Our collection of toys was magically within easy reach in this room. The steel bondage furniture gleamed in the low light; the spreader bar leaning against the bedpost, chains draped over the headboard, the flogger with its wide leather tails waiting like a promise. She had already prepared everything for me.

I fastened the cuffs around her wrists, pulling them tight but not too tight behind her back until she arched slightly, her swollen breasts thrusting forward against the red silk. The nightgown strained deliciously, one strap slipping off her shoulder to bare one perfect, rosy nipple.

“Fuck, Selena,” I breathed, stepping back to admire her. “Look at you. Bound for me already, and that gown … it’s making your tits look even more delicious. I’ve missed this view…. I missed all of you like this”

She tested the cuffs, the leather creaking, and shot me a wicked grin. “Missed it? Then stop staring and make me feel it. Spreader bar. Ankles wide. I want to feel exposed to you.”

I knelt, my hands rough but reverent as I locked her ankles into the bar, spreading her thighs obscenely but keeping her pregnant belly supported by the edge of the bed. The nightgown rode up completely now, bunching at her waist, revealing her bare, glistening pussy, no panties, of course. She was soaked already, her arousal shining on her inner thighs, even more responsive because of the pregnancy hormones.

My mouth watered. I leaned in, pressing a soft, hot kiss to her clit, but she bucked and growled, “No. Not yet. Flogger first. Across my ass. Make it sting, husband. Remind me why I betrayed my so–called friend and married her husband, a man who can handle me.” Selena whispered, voice thick with need.

The flogger felt heavy in my palm as I stood, circling her. She was bent forward now over the edge of the bed, wrists cuffed behind her, ankles locked wide, that red silk nightgown hiked up like an offering. Her ass was perfect round, firm, begging for marks. But I took it easy because of her pregnancy. I brought the flogger down with a controlled, lighter snap, the leather tails kissing her skin with a sharp but gentle crack. She gasped, body jolting, but pushed back for more.

“Harder,” she commanded, voice breathy but firm. “Don’t you dare go easy on your wife just because I’m carrying your child”

I obliged, laying into her with steady but measured strokes, enough to bloom soft pink welts across her ass and the backs of her thighs, never too hard, never near her belly. Each one made her moan louder. The sound of leather on skin filled the room, mixing with her gasps and my own ragged breathing. Sweat beaded on my forehead; my cock throbbed painfully, leaking pre–cum as I watched her body react. Every strike made the nightgown slip further, silk whispering against her flushed, glowing skin. By the tenth lash, she was trembling, thighs quivering against the spreader bar, her pregnant belly resting safely against the

mattress.

“Enough,” she panted, though her eyes burned with need when she glanced back at me over her shoulder.” Wax. The red candles. Drip it down my back while you finger me. And Mason, make it hurt so good.”

I lit two thick red candles from the bedside, the flames casting flickering shadows over her bound form. The

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wax melted fast, and I tilted the first one, letting a hot stream land between her shoulder blades, careful to avoid her belly. Selena arched with a sharp cry, the pain blooming into pleasure as it cooled and hardened on her skin.

I dripped lower, tracing the curve of her spine, then lower still, over the light welts on her ass. My free hand slid between her legs, two thick fingers plunging gently into her dripping pussy without warning. She was tighter, hotter, clenching around me as I curled them carefully against that spot inside her, mindful of every

movement.

“Yes… fuck, like that,” she ordered, pushing back onto my hand as much as her position allowed. “Deeper. Edge me. Don’t let me cum yet.”

I worked her relentlessly but tenderly, fingers pumping while wax pooled and cracked on her skin. The nightgown was ruined now, streaked with red, clinging damply to her curves from sweat and wax. Her auburn hair stuck to her neck, and I fisted it lightly with my free hand, yanking her head back so she could see us in the full–length mirror opposite the bed. Our reflections were obscene and beautiful: me, tall and muscled, dominating her physically from behind with care; her, bound and marked, pregnant belly softly visible, still commanding every thrust of my fingers with her words. 1

“Look at yourself, wife,” I growled, voice thick with lust. “Bound in my cuffs, ass pink from my flogger, wax all over that sexy body in your nightgown. You’re mine to break tonight safely.”

“And you’re mine to command,” she shot back, eyes meeting mine in the mirror, green fire blazing. “Add the nipple clamps. Chain them loosely to the spreader. Then fuck me with your cock while you hold my throat gently.”

I didn’t hesitate. The silver clamps bit down lightly on her sensitive, swollen nipples through the silk, the chain connecting them to the bar pulling just taut enough. Every small movement tugged at her peaks, drawing fresh moans from her lips.

I positioned myself behind her, rubbing the thick head of my cock along her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She was soaked, dripping down her thighs, the scent of her arousal heavy and intoxicating in the

air.

“Please, Mason,” she whispered, but it wasn’t begging…. it was a demand. “Fill me, Pound your dominant wife until she screams… but don’t go too deep.

I thrust in slowly at first, then harder, burying myself to a safe depth in one powerful but controlled stroke. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, hot and velvety, even wetter than usual, the nightgown bunched between us adding slippery friction. I groaned, hands gripping her hips firmly but avoiding any pressure on her belly as I set a deep, rhythmic pace, punishing enough to make the bed creak and her body jolt forward, yet always mindful. The clamps tugged with every snap of my hips, the chain clinking softly. My hand slid up to her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck lightly, just enough to make her breath hitch without restricting her.

“Harder,” she gasped, voice strained but commanding even as I held her throat. “Fuck me like you own this cunt. Make me feel every inch of my husband’s cock. You are powerful in the boardroom, don’t be a coward here…”

I did. I fucked her with everything I had while keeping her and our baby safe…. our bodies slapping together wetly, sweat slicking our skin. The mirror showed it all: her fuller breasts bouncing in the ruined red

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nightgown, nipples clamped and reddened; her ass lightly marked; her pregnant belly protected against the bed; my powerful frame driving into her from behind, muscles flexing with restraint. I edged her mercilessly, pulling out when she got too close, only to slide back in with measured force, denying her release until she was whimpering orders through gritted teeth.

“Blindfold,” she demanded next, voice hoarse. I grabbed the silk one from the drawer, tying it over her eyes. Sensory deprivation kicked in; she relied on touch now, every flick of my tongue or slap of my hand amplified. I dripped more wax across her bound wrists for good measure, then carefully flipped her onto her back, cuffs still behind her, legs spread wide by the bar, a pillow placed under her hips and lower back for support. The nightgown was a tattered mess now, ripped in places from my rough hands, but I left it on, loving how it framed her pregnant body like a filthy, beautiful trophy.

I climbed over her, cock sliding back into her pussy as i claimed her mouth again. We kissed fiercely, consuming. My free hand roamed gently, pinching the clamped nipples, tracing the wax patterns on her skin, never pressing on her belly. “You’re so fucking perfect, Selena,” I murmured against her lips. “Distant or not, I love dominating you like this. Love how you dominate me right back–especially now, carrying our child.”

“Shut

up and make me cum,” she snarled, hips bucking up to meet me as much as she could. “Now, Mason. Fill me with your cum while you edge yourself too”

I lost myself in her then, moving with deep, controlled thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of us….. wet slaps, leather creaking, her moans turning to cries as I finally let her tip over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy spasming around my cock, milking me as she screamed my name, her pregnant body trembling beautifully. I followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding her with hot spurts, my groan guttural and raw, careful not to collapse my weight on her.

By the time the candles burned low, we were both spent bodies marked, glistening with sweat and cum, the red nightgown a shredded relic tangled between us. I uncuffed her gently, massaging her wrists and ankles with extra care, then pulled her into my chest for aftercare, one hand resting protectively over her rounded belly. My lips brushed her forehead, her hair, the light welts I’d left….

Selena curled into me, dominant fire still simmering in her eyes as she traced a finger down my chest. “Now hold me while I plan tomorrow”

We lay there in the dim light, the bedroom heavy with the scent of sex, leather, and melted wax. The distance was gone, burned away in the fire we always reignited. My dominant wife, pregnant with our child, wrapped safely in my arm, nightgown forgotten on the floor, bodies entwined in the afterglow of our shared power and love.