Chapter 7

"Come in Katy," calls Mason.

He can hear the hesitant footsteps behind his office door and knowing that his staff would simply knock and waltz in, he presumes it to be Katy. When he receives no answer he questions his imagination however there's more feet shuffling before a small knock on the door.

Katy slips through, and gently closing the door behind her. Then smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles of her chiffon top, she shimmers closer to the desk.

"What can I do for you, Little Doe?" he asks closing the document and giving her his full attention.

"Well...um, I was thinking...that well, um..."

"Just spit it out, Katy," sighs Mason.

"I can't be here and expect you to provide completely for me-"

"You're my guest, Katy, I don't want anything from you...that you don't want to give."

"But...But, that's not right. I should work for my keep Mason, I'd like to," states Katy stronger.

Mason grins, "really? And what do you suppose you can do, Katy? Would you like to be one of the Sub girls?"

He's only teasing her of course, but her face pales at the mention of that; however to her credit, she does quickly try to maintain composure again.

"I-I...fine. If that's what I have to do-"

"Oh no! Don't turn this on me. You don't have to do anything. I told you that. You volunteered," points out Mason.

"Because it's not right I stay here for nothing..."

With her whole face drooping into that sad, conflicted expression that tugs on his heart strings Mason can't take teasing her any longer.

"Then you can help Cole at the bar. That way you'll see what goes on in here...Have you ever bartended before?" he asks.

"No, but I've waitressed," she replies.

Although she'd never pulled the levers for the drinks or mixed the cocktails, she's served them along with food, once when she was 17. But that's not the part that worries her. It's the actual working in the club part.

"Well that's sorted then. The club opens at 9 and closes at 4. I suggest, you try and sleep a few hours before then. And Cas will sort out what you have to wear...Are you happy now, Little Doe?" he grins.

Katy smiles shyly back at him and nods, "thank you...Mason."

His eyes keep trained on her, the look almost smouldering, causing a stirring of butterflies and other strange emotions in Katy. She can't deny them, but ignoring them is within her reach.

Taking Mason's advice Katy manages to get a few hours of sleep, that is until the knocking at the door wakes her up. Yawning she opens it to only have her eyes pop out in shock and horror. Cas stands there smiling and bubbly in an even worse outfit than before. She's wearing a tight black, short latex dress with large, clunky heels and her hair up in a high ponytail. A...well, Katy can only call it a collar adorns Cas's neck with matching black cuffs on her wrists. Her make up is similarly edgy and dark with stretched out eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow.

"Cas?"

"Hey Katy. Mason told me you were going to start working at the bar with Cole?"

"Um, y-yeah..."

"Cool. So outfit-"

Cas let her herself into the room and goes straight to Katy's wardrobe. Katy shut the door and makes her way to Cas, maintaining a safe distance to avoid direct line of fire as Cas flings outfits into a heap on the bed. Her usual style it seems. Katy hates to think what her bedroom looks like but then again, she's got more pressing matters. Such as not being dolled up as a mini-Cassandra. "Got it!" cries Cas holding up a waistcoat.

"Okay put these on," she demands handing Katy the waistcoat and a pair of black smart trousers.

"Where's the top?"

"That is it," points out Cas, her finger extended to the waistcoat, "You're in a BDSM club hon, you need to wear sexy clothes."

Katy considers protesting her outfit but Cas is right. She's in a place where she needs to be dressing sexy and compared to Cas's outfit it is a whole lot better for her. Though the fact that she'll have to wear tight, revealing clothes makes her uneasy since those type of clothing only makes her feel cheap and dirty.

Suck it up, Princess.

This isn't so bad, she reasons to herself as she changes in the bathroom. Sure, the black slacks, hug her hips, bottom and the tops of her thighs but then they fall straight down to her feet. It's not too bad, a little more slack around her ass might have been nice but it's not that revealing. The waistcoat on the other hand is a completely different matter. The silk underlining of the cloth feels like heaven on her skin but it's crushing of her breasts upwards, makes her feel like a grubby whore. Not helped by the V-slit of the waistcoat at her collar drawing more attention to them. Worse is that it ends just above her navel, revealing her not-completely flat midriff. A shiver wracks through her body, causing goose-bumps over her exposed skin.

"Cas...I don't think it's-it's..."Katy started, prodding at the folds of her stomach.

As typical as it sounds, Richard had always done little things to make her feel bad about her body-about her weight. He'd glare at her every time she ate even a little piece of chocolate or cheese, or if she missed one of her workout sessions. He'd also openly comment to her how disgusting fat women were and when he'd tied her up he'd make sure to point out rolls of fat over the ropes. And so grew that seed of doubt of her own body image, that grew and grew; and somehow along the way she convinced herself that Richard would be the only one to want her sexually.

"It's what Katy? Perfect. God, I didn't think women could even look that hot in a waistcoat!" compliments Cas admiring the woman in front of her.

Cas had just joined the BDSM club after a long journey finding herself again and since then, she's never been happier. This place, is her safe haven. She can be herself here, so open and free with only acceptance. No one lures her into drugs or sex or self-hatred. And there's so much diversity. She loves the different personalities, sexual orientations, and body figures. Just being here has taught her to see the beauty in everyone, pick out the best features of herself and focus on that rather than see the worst and fixate on those. But most of all, she can to see finally see herself as beautiful and sexy without the validation from others. And that is something Cas hopes Katy will have in her head too by the time she decides to leave.

"No I don't Cas. It's too revealing. And my stomach's showing! I look disgusting in this Cas, come on, there must be something else-"

"Oh no, you don't! Katy! Honey, trust me when I say there is nothing there. There's nothing wrong with it- you look hot. And truthfully, it's a lot more conservative than a lot of others," Cas tries to reassure her.

Katy's not convinced but for the sake of not being a burden she prays for heaven to help her.

Mason goes down early to have a word with Cole. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's nervous as hell. He has no idea how Katy is going to react to the club in full swing and just his luck; it's a show day tonight as well.

"Cole, Katy's going to be helping you down here tonight. And I need you to keep an eye on her," explains Mason.

"Sure thing. If you don't mind me asking, how come?"

Mason inhales sharply before muttering, "she insists on 'earning her keep'."

Cole grins at his boss, trying to keep down the chuckles. Could it be that Mason Carter has finally found a woman that doesn't bow down to his wishes? Normally one look from him and women would be swooning all over him. But he's a pretty laid back person with only a few reasonable demands so they never bother challenging him, and he doesn't bother with the high-strung types. Though, Katy is no high-strung type, with her sweet-as-pie nature, Cole would have bet she would be fawning all over him. Thank god, he didn't because otherwise he would be loosing some serious money.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll watch out for her. Will you be here though?"

"If I need to be. I have a lot of work to do; Adrian's still on my back about the invoices, and I need to get them done tonight," mutters Mason.

As much as he'd love to have the day off he can't afford to. The stress and amount of work that goes into maintain the club and not only keeping his clients but also staff, is something they just don't understand.

"But I'll come down if I need to."

Cole just nods and carries on wiping the glasses, awaiting the newbie.

People are just filing in when Katy appears to help Cole. He smiles at her but makes no comment of her sudden appearance by his side; something, which causes the tiniest bit of unease in her. Does he care that she's there? Or will he be passive aggressive about the whole thing?

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to mind and so side-by-side they set about preparing the bar. And as the club fills up, Katy watches with awe and shock as various costumed people strut about with sexy confidence. There are just so many costumes, some more outrageous than others but all wonderful and fascinating. But even more so extraordinary for her is seeing men crawl with collars around their necks. She whisks the drinks off the bar where Cole is filling them up and piles them up onto a tray before walking around, circulating them. It must be the atmosphere of the club because not once does she feel awkward seeing people display so publically their acts of lust. Some even gaze and assess her in mild interest but it never once feels sickening. They may appraise her but they are careful to maintain their distance and that in some crazy way, boosts her confidence, turning that fake smile real. Perhaps it is just the vibe of the place or perhaps she really is going crazy but to lose her worries and inhibitions like that, even for that night feels amazing.

Suddenly the lights dim further surprising Katy and causing Cole to lightly chuckle.

"Relax sweetheart. It's just show-night. Take a seat; we don't serve drinks during the show. Besides, you'll like this-it's really...something. I hear they've been brainstorming this idea for a while now," clarifies Cole.

Katy nods but is still confused about this 'show'. No doubt it'll be some sort of sex show and that thought in itself causes a stirring at Katy's gut-good or bad, she's not sure yet.

Mason's eyes flicker to the CCTV monitor and more specifically to the one where he can see Katy and Cole sat side-by-side on the bar table, waiting for the show to begin. He heard this one is meant to be a good one and he can only curse his luck, that he can't see it in the audience instead of on screen. Still, he deserves a break, he reasons, unable to tear his eyes from the image of Katy's intrigued expression.

Some sort of marching music starts playing in the background as women clad in tiny scraps of cameo gear enter the stage. There are 3 of them. The first one is the clear leader holding a black whip in her hand and walking with far more superiority than the others. She is dressed in a midriff bearing camouflage top, with her breasts retrained tightly against the material, and as expected it is low cut. Tiny matching shorts are bandaged tightly around her ass and crotch as tall black, heeled boots mould to her feet, all the way up to the tops of her thighs.

Her other two comrades march behind her wear camouflage bikini tops and even tinier black shorts than their leader's. While their attire is similar the other two women are notably different in that they hold hostage two 'prisoners'. One is a stark naked, lanky-framed with tousled chestnut hair, male wearing only fake dog tags, who despite trying to maintain a sombre expression cannot help the smile fighting at his lips. The other is a woman who too wears nothing but her dazed expression.

"How dare you have two have the audacity to fuck in my camp?! I hope the sex was worth it because now you can suffer the consequences of your actions," she announces to them before turning to her soldiers and commanding, "Tie them up."

Katy flinches slightly at woman's harsh tone and the part of having them tied up. Subconsciously, she rubs her wrists the ghost sensation of the burn of ropes she's experienced countlessly before.

"Hey, are you okay?" whispers Cole.

Katy head snaps to him as she simply nods, "yeah. Yeah...I'm fine."

Cole doesn't seem too convinced but he hesitantly looks away and towards one of the camera's in the corner. No doubt his boss will be keeping a closer eye on events tonight than ever before.

Mason nearly does storm downstairs as he eyes Katy's distress but at the small nod that says 'sit tight' Cole sends his way, he barely manages to hold on to his restraint. The thought process having Katy down there had been to help her overcome the shock in a safe environment but perhaps that was too hopeful. It's clearly making her anxious and maybe this silly plan of his is being more detrimental than constructive. In fact, even he doesn't know how much longer he can hold out on watching her struggle internally before his control snaps and he goes down there to 'protect' her.

Back on stage, the Mistress teases her two delinquents sexually. She has her two helper girls play and tease the female prisoner while the Mistress herself, explores the male's body-lightly stroking and brushing over the smooth pale skin.

Katy can feel her body tensing, a wetness evoking in her panties, making her duck her head and blush. She doesn't want to feel the lust swirl through her-she shouldn't be- but the blistering desire only increases in momentum as she watches the drama unfold before her under her lashes.

The Mistress pumps the man's thick, hard phallus as he can only lean back in his chair enjoying the delicious torture. The assistant females meanwhile orally pleasure the bound woman; kissing, licking and sucking her in hunger. Moans and groans echo throughout the room, and even Katy's breath hitches as they near their climaxes. The groans grow faster, louder, deeper and just like that Katy has to cross her legs and will herself to try and not to react, in a futile wish. She can try reasoning to herself as much as she wants, but the fact still remains that somewhere in her she still somehow has the ability to react like this to seeing sexual acts.

"Mistress please...let us...come. I need to..." Breathlessly pleads the woman.

Katy is fascinated as they allow not only the man to come but also the woman. It's a perplexing sight for her to witness. Well, there have been plenty of times she's seen a man being pleasured (or rather Richard being pleasured) but he had always told her that she couldn't be. That she shouldn't. Because it is not her right and it is wrong-serving no real purpose.

So to see a woman come is an entirely new experience. And seeing the pleasure displayed so clearly on her face as she shakes and shudders, has Katy envious.

"It's just getting to the good bit," whispers Cole.

She didn't think there could be more left but when the whips come out, she realises exactly what he means-although; their definitions of 'good bits' vastly differ. Her stomach twists and cramps as she watches in horror as the Mistress raises the whip and brings it crashing down on the man.

The memory breaks through her barriers with no effort at all.

There had been whips- a lot of whips during the 3 years: Long ones, ones with tassels, harsh ones and softer ones. The softer tasselled ones although not as soft as Katy would have liked, in all sickening honestly turned her on. But Richard had quickly pegged onto that and those were gone immediately. After all it would defeat the purpose of it if she were deriving pleasure from it.

Those damn contraptions had torn through her clothes and branded her skin. Even now, faint pale lines mark her, their experience cutting far deeper though. Crying had been a pointless act but a reaction she couldn't have controlled and just to be spiteful, Richard would sometimes, smear those salty teardrops onto her wounds.

"Katy! Katy!" she hears the harsh hissing and looks up to see Cole staring at her intently.

In her peripheral vision she witnesses the whip crashing down invoking a soft shriek from the girl. She focuses back on the performers momentarily noting with some relief that actually, the whip doesn't seem that...harsh, almost sensual actually.

"Are you okay?" asks Cole in confusion.

He isn't sure if she's enjoying the show or not. And since emotions are never just black and white, he also has no idea what to do about it. He's well aware Mason is just a simple signal away and would thunder down in a flash, Cole isn't positive that that's necessary just yet.

Katy stares on, mesmerised as the Mistress, gently strokes the man's díck, squeezing ever-so slightly, enough to have him softly groan. She instructs her 2 girls to assist her pleasuring him, while she shifts to her other prey. Drawing in the poor girl's blushing nípples between her index finger and thumb, she tweaks them sharply, hissing loud enough for the audience to hear, "you've had your fun. Now I'm going to have mine."

She swings the leather cane, landing it with a controlled beat onto the hearty offering of soft breast tissue.

Katy flinches at the sound, shivering as she feels the ghost effect of the cane. Arousal shoots through her like a rising phenoix, her nípples pucking underneath her clothes while her breath shortens. There's a flash of desire, of longing for a partner to stimulate this same amount of lust she's feeling right now and to continue it on into something grander...but there's that fear that perhaps this is all she can feel. And while that is a daunting thought, she quickly pushes past the self-analysis in favour of watching the rest of the show.

Somehow, miraculously she manages to get through it all, and although it has her in a hot frenzied state, she's damn proud of herself for almost managing to suppress the memories of Richard. It may be a small step but at least it's one leading onto the road of retrieving some resemblance of a life.

Letting out a breath of relief, she joins in with the applause as a wide grin overtakes her features.

Mason stares at the screen in astonishment. She actually did it. That brave little vixen actually got through the whole thing and he's damn proud of her for it. Hope rises in him. Perhaps, she is learning to see the pleasure in all this, and maybe one day he can actually love her, physically as well as emotionally...Or maybe that's just some wild dream. Regardless of his own agenda, fantasy or not, he needs to congratulate his warrior.

"Okay, you better start circulating these colder drinks," winks Cole, feeling the own tightening of his trousers.

Thankfully, after years of working with Mason, he knows well enough to wear looser and baggier trousers, especially on show-nights. Oh and the gaining of greater control over his arousal is another helpful skill he's quickly picked up.

Katy tightly smiles, taking the tray from him and doing her job. Many gladly take the drinks, quenching some of that fiery burn of the circulating aphrodisiac in the air. Apart from a quick murmur of 'thanks' they don't try initiating a conversation and for that Katy's glad.

Glad to have made it this far in the evening without a hiccup, she's practically bouncing back to the bar.

She's spoken too soon though and before she knows it a hand grabs her by the wrist.

Her body automatically freezes and ripples of anxiety shooting through her, killing her sense of peace and sending her straight into 'flight' mode.

Slowly she turned around to be met with dark, dilated eyes of a stranger.

"Hey sweetheart, you look like a Sub. Are you free for the night?" he boldly asks, taking more than his fill of her body; his eyes lingering at her breasts before he gives a half-smirk and refocuses back onto her face.

"I'm just the waitress," she mutters, taking a small step backwards.

"What was that, darling?" he asks.

"I'm just...I'm just the waitress," repeats Katy, her shaking voice slightly louder.

"Well surely, just for tonight, you can be my Sub," he persists.

"N-no. I-I don't do that, I'm just-"

"-the waitress. Yeah, so you keep saying. Come on, I know there's a dirty little slut in there somewhere," the man moves forwards brushing his hand over her cheek, and causing her to tense, "look at you, acting so innocent. I bet you like it rough, don't you honey? I can give you everything you want baby, just give me one night."

Oh God...His words...She's not innocent. Just a dirty, little slut...dirty little slut...

That sound, those words, resonating in her mind, she can feel herself slowly breaking down. The distress setting in as her airways seem to tighten and the panic attack starts to take over.

"She said no," growls a deep voice from behind her.

Almost immediately it's like a blanket around her. The tension gradually eases from her body disappearing peace by peach to return full control of her body back to her. It's only with that control she realises she's staring at the back of Mason Carter.

"She didn't say that," argues back the man.

"Take a hint, and leave. Now. There are plenty of willing girls here tonight, but she is not one of them," he snarls back, defending her honour like some shiny knight.

Katy's not sure whether to be flattered or annoyed with herself that she can't even stand up to some creep. How pathetic can she get? She can't even speak up when she needs to.

"Oh yeah and who are you to tell me to leave?"

"Mason Carter. The owner of this club," Mason spits out, fury still burning in him. He cannot believe the audacity of this man. How dare he try it on with his girl?! Or well, any girl for that matter who is clearly not interested and fucking scared out of her mind.

Some guys just don't know when it's not a stupid game.

The man goes wide-eyed, realising the scary beast of a man before him really is the infamous club owner-Mason Carter.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr Carter. I-I..." he trails off unable to form sentences that can really convey his shock and horror.

Mason inhales sharply, exhaling slowly through his nose as he reigns in some of his abundant patience.

"Go find a Sub and never bother this girl again. In fact, don't even look at her. If I catch even the slightest whisper that you talked to her, I will not only kick you out of my club but I will personally come after you. Now, go."

Katy watches the man abiding Mason's command without hesitance, behind her cowardice position.

Then as Mason spins around to face her she has the flashing glimpse of horror as to whether he may blame her for this incidence. She doesn't think she did anything to provoke that man but...what does she know? Richard always called her a tease. Maybe she is one.

"Follow me, Katy," instructs Mason.

And now it seems, Mason Carter thinks the same.

Silently she shadows him into his office, mentally preparing her apology speech as he closes and locks the door.

Mason's brows furrow, wondering why his mate stands there like he's about to send her to the slaughterhouse-the fear ever so obvious by her body language of a low hung head and arms crossed around the midriff.

"Katy...what's wrong?" he asks tilting her head up so he can actually see her face.

"I didn't mean to tease him, I swear. I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. I won't do it again," she rushes out in a soft whisper.

Mason's jaw clenches as he considers her words. Does she honestly believe this to be her fault? He didn't realise that looking like you wanted to bolt from a guy was the way girl's flirted nowadays?

"I can't see how anyone could have mistaken your actions or words for any form of encouragement Katy," he reassures her.

"Oh...but then...why am I here?" she blurts out.

"I wanted to congratulate you...and to discuss the show," he slowly explains.

Katy sucks in a small breath as her cheeks tinge pink. How could he have kno-...oh. The CCTV cameras. She glances around the various widescreen monitors with people still milling about so casually, before her eyes land on the one showcasing the most perfect view of the bar. Horror strikes her as she realises that he really did see everything. She can only pray that he was too busy to pay too much attention to little old her.

"You liked it," he states, inducing a far darker blush from Katy.

Oh God...if only there was a hole somewhere in here she could just curl up and die in right now. This conversation is completely mortifying and she's forced to remain here and listen.

"I-I-"

"Are you really going to deny it, Little Doe? I saw you."

Her head drops. Shit. Shitshitshit.

"It's okay. In fact, it's a relief," his soothing voice caresses her worry and has her snap her head up in disbelief.

He's surprisingly serious. How is her embarrassment a relief to him?

"It is?" she whispers.

"Well the way I see it. It means that you still get turned on. And that's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a completely normal reaction," he explains, his thumbs rubbing circles at her bare shoulders as he cautiously makes contact.

Small movements, he remembers and hopefully this while skin-to-skin will be a good first step.

She makes no attempt at resisting and rather than her usual stiff, tense posture, her body surprisingly relaxes into his hold.

But the touch is hardly noticed by Katy when she's still trying to get her head wrapped around Mason's logic. Does he actually see her strange arousal as good thing? Why? What possible purpose does her lust serve to him?

"Really?" she asks still sceptical.

"Really," he grins back, giving her a soft squeeze.

She parts her lips about to continue her line of questioning, when the loud rumbling of her stomach interrupts.

"I'm so sorry!" she cries in further mortification.

She crosses her arms around her stomach, suppressing the further gurgles it continues to produce while trying to break out of Mason's hold; but he just grips her a little firmer and laughs.

"No need to apologise. Now, let's see if I have anything edible upstairs," he chuckles, releasing her to open a door that's practically hidden on the opposite side of the entrance to his office.

She's surprised at the secret gate but caution wins over curiosity causing remain planted to the ground.

"It leads to my living quarters."

Her unasked question is answered and while that may dampen her curiosity slightly, the apprehension grows. If it's just a floor he lives on that would mean that they're separated by a whole floor to other people, and a whole two floors to the exit of the building. Plus, she's not sure, but this appears to the be the only exit and entrance to the only floor, so how safe is she actually up there. All alone with him...

She pales at those thoughts but he's already striding towards the door. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whatever happens next because, just short of killing her, there's nothing else Mason or anyone for that matter and physically do to her, that she hasn't been through already. She's damaged, broken, disgusting; even having a guy like Mason look at her and see an attractive feature would be a miracle in itself.

It may be harsh but those that truth gives her the confidence she needs to actually follow him to his floor.

The flick of a light switch illuminates the sleek condo. It's a modern place but not overly so. A black couch, mocha brown walls and a large TV sit in the open plan living area amongst the other usual furnishings such as a coffee table and bookshelves. His kitchen appears almost brand new; with it's polished, shining white tiles and black granite worktops. There are a few personal affects littered around but nothing to make it appear like it's his home. At least it's clean though and that to Katy is one of the most important things.

"So...um, I've got Chicken Tikka and Rice, or Fish Pie," he says having opened the fridge and taken out the two microwave meal boxes.

"Oh...um, I-..."

A crease appears at her eyebrows as she tries to think of a way to ask if he actually has any non-processed, 'plastic' food. Surprisingly enough, their distaste for meals out of a box, is the one thing Richard and her shared in common. However, any meal is better than no meal and refusing Mason's continued act of charity would certainly be mad.

"What? What is it?" he asks.

Remembering in stupidity, that the options he's presented are meat or fish and he hasn't even considered that she may be vegetarian. He racks his brain trying to think if he has any spare vegetarian meals in the freezer, but he can't think of why he would ever have those. Like the rest of his brothers, he'd been raised on meat and although he obviously consumes vegetables, a meal of just them is definitely not satisfying to him.

"Do you...um, do you have any...leftovers?"

Mason's expression falls at her question which clearly outlines his ineptness in the kitchen.

He blushes lightly explaining, that he can't exactly cook. Or well..he can't cook at all. A grilled cheese sandwich is probably stretching it for him and although culinary skills are something he's always wanted to try to work on, it just seems he isn't meant to cook.

His twin Eli, on the other hand is pretty good at it and had once tried to teach him. Safe to say, after a trip to the hospital after a bad case of salmonella, he's vowed not to try anything too complicated.

"May I then?" questions Katy, hoping there might be a few fresh ingredients around.

"Yes!I mean, yeah, please that'd be...nice."

He beams widely behind her back as she riffles through his cupboards and fridge trying to find something to combine in a palatable manner. Mason can't believe his luck. Home-cooked food is a rare, treasured commodity-even a lot of the staff at the club don't know how make great meals, so dinner at his parents house is greatly appreciated. It's always a battle between some of his brothers for the leftovers and freeze-able home-cooked meals from their mom.

Thankfully, there's enough contents gathered together, which can be combined to make just enough for a stir-fry for the both them. Katy ties her hair back, washes her hands before spinning around to face him, feeling more at ease with her mind focused on a task she knows she can handle.

Mason helps direct her to the utensils he has around, bought on a stupid streak of determination which have rarely since been touched. He hovers around though, wondering if she wants any help. Although, he very much doubts she does, especially seeing her chop the vegetables like a proper chef whilst performing other tasks.

Katy spins around, forgetting temporarily there's actually someone in the kitchen and thus, colliding directly into Mason's chest. She instinctively wants to scold him but realising who it is and where she is, she clamps her lips shut immediately.

"Um, sorry," is the only thing she can mumble as she glides around him.

"No, it's okay. It's my fault. Do you need any help?" he asks, feeling a little useless. Never has a woman, in his adult life, made him feel more incompetent.

Katy blinks those doe like eyes at him in utter amazement. Is he really offering to help her...cook? Richard, never even in her worst states offered her help or offered to cook; he firmly believed that she should perform that task no matter what.

"...I-I'm okay...thank you," she smiles into the pot, avoiding his gaze.

"Great. I'll just go get a quick shower then," he enthusiastically replies, retreating to his room.

The water warm water sprays over his body, instantly relaxing his weary muscles. His thoughts run wild as he finds himself smiling in pride at being able to witness Katy actually sitting through a whole show and being able to see the pleasure the participants derived from it. It could have been a perfect 10/10 night were it not for that harassing, insistent asshole.

The slow ebb of anger pulses through him, building momentum until he forces himself to remember that the bastard won't be bothering her ever again. Not that he should have in the first place. There were plenty of girls out tonight, most of the staff in fact.

In all fairness, though there were none as beautiful and captivating as her. God that outfit tonight! Definitely designed to toy with a man's libido. How could something so innocent seeming be made into something so alluring? Perhaps, it's just her. He'll be the first to admit, he's definitely realised her rather full figure; those generous breasts in particular. The fact he's managed to remain to resist making any moves on her for this long, surely qualifies him for some sort of God status.

However, maybe that status should be held off for a while yet, seeing as his hand curls in a trance down to fist his throbbing member. The organ jerks awake from the high-definition images replaying of Katy sat at the bar, her legs clamped tight and lip caught between her teeth. Would she be that sexily coy and innocent if he had her laid out bare in his expansive bed, ripe for his picking. Mason groans, the distant fantasy taking shape as he pumps himself to relief.

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Katy wipes down the counters and washes the few pots and pans, whilst waiting for Mason. She prays for him to hurry up, her stomach growling in further impatience.

When Mason finally strides, fresh as a daisy, Katy rushes to grab the bowls and cutlery. In her haste she almost misses that breath-taking moment of his utter gorgeousness. Silky black hair is damp with water, one of the droplets falling from the end of a particularly long strand to sky-dive straight onto his chest. A chest that is completely bare.

She spins around to the food, shaking herself from such materialistic thoughts. So what if he doesn't wear a shirt? It's his home and he can dress however he likes. That certainly doesn't give her permission to ogle him like some horny teenager.

Still, that doesn't mean she can't appreciate the effort he puts into his body, clearly outlined by the lean muscle coating him. Though it's all sinewy he's slightly bulkier than Richard, with clearer defined indents of thick muscle. Not that it affects her. Nope. Not at all...

She hands him the larger bowl, which he accepts gratefully before glancing across at hers.

"Er...these portions definitely aren't right. Here, I can't finish all this, take some more," he frowns concerned at her miniscule amount in her bowl.

Sure, everyone has varying levels of apetite but hers is just ridiculous. It probably couldn't fill a 10 year old. And she's been on her feet for the better part of the evening.

"No, it's okay, I'm not...that hungry," she lies.

No, she's starving. But since this isn't exactly a salad, she can do without the extra carbs. She's already spilling out of her outfit tonight like some walrus in a leotard, she doesn't need to make the buttons pop as well.

"Don't be ridiculous," he slightly scolds, spooning some of his food into her bowl.

"Mason, wait...No, that's enough, honest," she protests, cutting him off before he can truly even their meals out.

Disgruntled but slightly more satisfied, he nods and walks over to the couch.

Katy hesitates. She's never had dinner sat on the couch. It would always have to be at a table, not because she wanted to but because she had to. A certain level of decorum and class had to be maintained.

"Go on, sit down," encourages Mason already digging into the glorious food.

He'll definitely have to find some way to convince her to cook for him.

Katy sits down stiffly; well aware of Mason and his sinful body sitting right next to her. A flash of heat strokes though her making her so aware of the fine specimen next to her. Eyes sneak a peek to the side, noting those broad shoulders and handsome face. Not appropriate, she quickly reminds herself. Besides, who is she kidding? Why on earth would a man like Mason really go for someone like her? Who can't even take a simple whipping? No. He wouldn't. A man like that needs a minx of a girl, a gorgeous petite nymph.

"Are you okay?" Mason asks, deep blue eyes shining with concern.

After his shower, he'd thought the edge would be off and his body would be far calmer in its reaction around her. All wrong. The soft hum of arousal is still ever present, more so now that they are alone and he's more focused on it.

Katy snaps her head to Mason, wide-eyed. Her eyes dart around, trying desperately to look anywhere but that handsome face.

"Mm-hm," she nods, chewing the last mouthful of stir-fry.

With another quick glance at her, he shoots her a smile before relaxing back onto the couch and getting into the football playing on the TV.

Katy washes up the very few items remaining, vehemently denying help from Mason. Truthfully, she really needs the few moments to calm herself. The man may be pure sin with his whole deep silent, sweetheart thing but this isn't her. She does not get like this from just an attractive, kind man. For one, she's not...she can't love him like he deserves to be. And he shouldn't waste his time on her, which he continues to do, despite her insistence not to do this.

Turning on the tap in frustration she misjudges the force, causing water to spray forcefully back at her. Gasping she switches it off just before it manages to soak the floor. The sound attracts Mason who glances over as her cheeks burn bright pink, while she grapples for a towel to wipe most of the water from her top half. Fortunately most of it landed on the v of her breasts and thankfully, does not soak through the waistcoat.

"What happened?" he asks, gulping softly.

He can still spot water droplets gliding down her large, soft breasts and disappearing under material.

"Um, nothing. It's fine," blushes Katy reassuring him.

"Want to watch a movie?" he suggests, trying to erase the image of those enticing droplets.

Katy grins widely and eagerly nods. Movies were rare but any she could watch, she loved.

Mason flicks through his collection trying to find a girly one that Katy would hopefully like. Stopping at some Hugh Grant film, he decides it will have to do.

His 'sacrifice' is in vain however as halfway into it, Katy's drifting off, her eyelids failing to stay open, and her blinks getting longer. Smiling to himself, he remains quiet, allowing for her to drift asleep. And sure enough, right near the end of the film, she slumps backwards into the couch with her eyes closing and breathing becoming softer. He gently picks her up with one hand under her knees and one hand supporting her back. Her head nestles at his chest, soft, warm breaths of air gliding over his skin. He glides her into the bed, tugging the sheets over her body before grabbing a pillow and blanket for himself. With their current status, he doesn't want to push their boundaries and sleeping in the same bed may send her into some frenzy. And the couch isn't so bad.