Laura lifted her head. The ride had been way too short for her rundown body, but she was instantly boosted when she saw the sign for the Doughnut Plant. “Oh, baby!” she exclaimed. She could practically feel the sweet sugar buzz already.
Laura climbed over Mason to get out.
“Hey! Really?” Mason stepped out of the car and smoothed the wrinkles out of his grey wool trousers.
“Sorry, but you move too slow, and I have to get back!” Laura sped off towards the shop. An espresso and a carrot cake doughnut were just what the doctor ordered.
“Oh, you spoil me, Mason.” Laura nearly drooled on the bakery case at the decadent selections in front of her. It had been too long since she had acquainted herself with a doughnut.
They both placed their orders then took a seat to wait. Laura kept looking at her watch. She had only a little time to play with. She had to get back for a meeting to organize the next issue.
“Relax. I’ll get you back in time.” Mason reached out and rested his hand on hers, the warmth of his hand quieting her anxiety.
“I know. I’m just wound up. I get this way whenever a new issue is set to print. I get anxious and a little nuts from the lack of sleep. I promise I’m not usually this loopy and emotional.”
“Don’t promise that. I like you a little unstable.” His eyes crinkled as he laughed. He enjoyed getting a rise out of her.
“Thanks. I’m glad my sleep deprivation is so entertaining for you.” She stuck her tongue out at him. The barista called for them to pick up their order, and Mason excused himself. She watched him walk up to the counter and made a mental note to send his tailor a thank you letter.
“Here you go.” He set her bag and coffee in front of her and reclaimed his own seat.
Laura popped the lid off of the to-go container to let her latté cool and dug into her doughnut. She made pleasure noises as she chewed. The cream cheese filling was heavenly. “You should have ordered one of these. Their doughnuts are amazing.”
“No thanks. I’m perfectly happy watching you enjoy yours. In fact, if you don’t quit moaning you won’t make it back to work.” He felt himself stir and tried to tamp the arousal down. Besides being in a very public place, she prided herself on her professionalism, and he wouldn’t dare take that away from her, no matter how selfish he wanted to be.
Laura giggled. “Sorry. Here have a bite.” She reached across the table so Mason could sample.
He ran his tongue over her finger before moving to take a bite. “You’re right. It’s fantastic.” He licked a crumb from his lower lip.
Laura felt the pang of excitement that was becoming all too common for her in recent days.
“So, Laura. You’re mine for the weekend. I’m going to send a car for you after work. What time do you think you’ll be finishing up?”
“Likely 4:30, but I’ll need to pick up my clothes. I didn’t bring an overnight bag with me. Will your driver take me all the way to Brooklyn?”
“He would, yes, but don’t worry about that. I promised to take you shopping for the gala next week; we’ll just pick up a few necessities then. Besides, I don’t plan on spending a whole lot of time needing clothes.”
She could feel herself blush. At this point she was nearly drunk on the idea of spending a naked weekend with him. “I’m not sure I’m super comfortable with that bit. The dress is one thing, new underwear is most definitely another. You don’t have to.”
“No, I don’t, but I’d like to. I’m planning on making a date of it in the morning. The only time I’m planning on being with you outside of the bedroom. I think we need to be going. I don’t want you to be late.”
Chapter Ten
4:15 changed to 4:16. The last half hour had been dragging and making her crazy. Her leg bounced, and she tapped her pen against her blotter. She had been working out ideas for her next piece, but she couldn’t focus her attention.
The anticipation was becoming overwhelming. She hated the idea of delayed gratification and usually would just go after what she wanted. She silently thanked Mason for suggesting she go right over to his place rather than pick up her things. She never would have made it.
For the hundredth time since she had come back from coffee, she opened her drawer and fingered the box with the collar in it. Did she tempt her luck and not wear it in the hopes that her punishment would be as delicious as she thought, or should she play by the rules and guarantee she was getting into something amazing?
As if he were actually commanding her, she decided to just go with his request and be a good girl. “That is so weird,” she whispered to herself.
With five minutes to go, she gathered her things and tucked the pearls in a hidden pocket inside the lining of her purse.
The car was just pulling up when she walked out of the building. She motioned for the driver to stay put and let herself in. “Thank you. I’m meeting Mr. Decker at his apartment.” The driver nodded his understanding and pulled away. The traffic was getting heavy, so she had some time to get ready per her instructions.
She raised the privacy window and set about undressing herself. She had removed everything, and as she went to take off her underwear, she thought better. She had no desire to have her bare ass exposed to a draft and potential witnesses. Mason could deal with that last remaining shred of modesty.
She slipped her coat on and thanked God the weather report had predicted rain; otherwise she’d have left her overcoat at home. The silky lining felt cool on her bare skin, and the navy-colored wool blend was heavy enough to make her feel like she was mostly fully dressed.
The car pulled up to Mason’s building just as she finished rolling the rose oil behind her ears. She stepped onto the sidewalk and waved goodbye to the driver.
The short walk outside was exciting, but also made her a little paranoid. The doorman tipped his hat in greeting to her with a warm, friendly smile. Being so aware of her near nudity made Laura feel like the doorman and every other person that gave her so much as a passing glance knew she was basically naked.
The front desk notified Mason that she had arrived and let her in on the elevator. She clasped the collar around her neck and adjusted the gold ring that hung to her collarbone. Her arousal ramped up as she stepped off the elevator and knocked on his door.
He once again answered the door smiling, sexy, and relaxed, wearing the same worn jeans she had seen him in the week before and a black t-shirt made grey from too many trips through the washing machine.
“Come on in. I ordered dinner. It should be here any minute.” Mason noticed the shimmer of the collar around her neck. He was impressed she’d followed his directions. “Do you want a glass of wine?”
“Will we make it to wine, then?”
“Absolutely. Come sit with me. I’m hungry and plan on eating dinner.”
Laura followed Mason into his plush parlor. A bottle of wine was chilling in a metal bucket on his glass coffee table. A long black sectional wrapped around the center of the room, hugging the table and area rug. Shades of black, white, and red interplayed with warm mahogany furniture and squishy lounge chairs. The whole vibe of the room was masculine and comfortable.
“Oh my God,” Laura chortled, clasping her hands to her sides. “I can’t believe you still have that thing.” She maneuvered around to a bookshelf covered with pictures and trinkets, where, almost in the center of the madness, there was a beer bong championship trophy Mason had won their junior year of college.
“Of course I do. It’s one of my proudest accomplishments.”
“I remember that night. About fifteen minutes after winning this, you crawled under a bush and made out with a garden hose.” Laura hooted at the memory.
“You nearly drown in several gallons of beer and see what you find attractive after. I’ll have you know that hose broke my heart. She was only using me and refused to commit. It was tragic.” They had to lean against each other to keep from falling on the floor laughing.
Mason’s message
alert went off. “Excuse me. The food’s here.”
Laura made herself comfortable while he was gone. She poured two glasses of wine and sipped the sweet, oaky liquid. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, she absentmindedly toyed with the tie of her coat as her mind wandered. Her mind didn’t drag up any memories in particular; she just settled into a quiet headspace, zoned out, and relaxed.
Mason leaned against the doorjamb to admire the woman lounging on his couch. Laura’s long blonde hair rippled over the arm of the couch, her long legs bent with her feet resting on the cushions, her navy overcoat parting to reveal a sliver of her hot pink underwear. She was idly swirling the wine in her glass and was lost in thought.
He was overjoyed to see her calm and relaxing in his home. It was as if time had never passed and she was lounging on his crappy futon in their first apartment. He didn’t want to interrupt her reverie, but his stomach was growling and he really wanted to eat.
“Food’s here.”
Laura righted herself and closed the coat back over herself. The scent of rosemary and sweet potatoes invaded her nostrils, eliciting a very audible response from her stomach. Mason began pulling the takeout containers from the bag and arranging them on the coffee table.
“Turkey?”
“Yeah. I thought a turkey dinner would be pretty tasty and not have all of the smelly side effects of Italian or Indian food.” He planted a swift peck on her lips before continuing, “You can take your coat off if it will make you more comfortable.” Mason flashed a knowing smirk in Laura’s direction.
“Maybe when we’re done eating.” Her mood had shifted from aroused to wanting to reestablish a friendship again. “I’m curious, after all this time, how come you never got married?”
“Well that’s a deep question.” He took a bite of his potato for a chance to think. “I have to think about that. You go first. There had to have been some bloke who wanted to marry you.”
“Honestly, none of the relationships I had really got to that point…and that’s all I’m comfortable saying about it.”
“Fair enough. I only had two long-term relationships after you left. The first was about a year later and lasted maybe two years. She began pressuring me about the marriage thing, and I just wasn’t ready, so that ended. The other one ended about a year and a half ago after being together about a year. I did contemplate marrying her for a moment, but she left her laptop open to her Facebook messages. Turns out she was really excited about marrying my money.” He cut into green beans and speared a few on his fork. “Everyone in between had been glorified bed-warmers. They just wanted to play games, and I wasn’t into that.”
Laura had seen his photo a few times in the newspaper with some busty woman on his arm at an event, or on Page Six with some heiress on a beach in Mexico. She could count the number of times she had seen him in print on one hand, but each time she would toss the offending document in the recycling.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but I am happy and impressed that you managed to do something with your geeky little computer experiments. You’ve come a long way from eating ramen noodles out of a Tupperware bowl.” Laura gave his forearm a squeeze.
She really was proud of him. Mason had spent a lot of his spare time in front of a screen running code and tinkering with his own software while still in school. At the time she hadn’t been sure that he would make something out of it, especially after he pitched a very expensive laptop out the window of their third story apartment.
The pair continued to chat and eat. They were both very careful to keep the conversation about catching up on what they had done and accomplished since seeing each other last rather than hashing out old problems. They had agreed to move forward and start fresh, so the unspoken agreement was to treat the relationship as brand new.
“I’m going to clean up. When I get back I had better find you on your knees and bare-assed.”
Laura felt the uptick in her pulse. Looked like his surprise for her was a lesson in what he liked to do for fun.
Chapter Eleven
She watched him leave the room before sliding the coffee table out of the way and tossing her coat and underwear over the back of a leather armchair. She dropped to her knees and sat back on her feet just as Mason returned.
He was still fully clothed, and he returned with what looked like a black silk laundry bag. Squatting in front of her, he caressed her face and kissed her gently. He pulled back and looked over her face with concern. “Are you ready to do this?” He didn’t want to attempt anything she didn’t want to.
“You have no idea how ready I am.”
“If you start to get overwhelmed just tell me to stop and I will, okay?”
Laura nodded. “I trust you.”
Mason fingered the gold ring dangling from her collar. “I’ve been looking forward to this. You look gorgeous in the collar.” He turned and pulled a long silk ribbon of fabric out of the bag. It was about two inches wide and several feet long.
He threaded the fabric through the gold ring and wrapped each end around her wrists. To her surprise, he drew her arms behind her tied the remaining lengths around her ankles. The silky fabric was thin and soft, but surprisingly strong. The position he had her in thrust out her chest, effectively drawing attention to her breasts.
Laura was nervous because of her inexperience, but the idea that she was fully disarmed and at the mercy of whatever Mason wanted to do thrilled her. Her body hummed with excitement as he drew her hair behind her back. The long, blonde tendrils tickled over the skin of her back, the sensation only heightening her already aware senses.
Nuzzling his nose to her neck, Mason closed his eyes and inhaled. The oil he’d given her had warmed into her skin and mingled with her natural perfume. “Good girl. You listened.” He glanced over her shoulder. “And the tits look amazing like that, but I feel like they’re missing something.” He pulled his bag closer and fished out his next toy.
While still behind her, he held what looked like a necklace of layered, delicate gold chains with a tiny gold mouth on either end. “The sensation may be a little strong, so let me know if it’s too much.”
Shifting around to the front of her, he cupped each breast and drew her nipple into his mouth, first one, then the other. Laura sighed as he gently sucked and licked her; he took his time teasing out the sensation until Laura was panting with excitement.
Mason fastened one of the little gold mouths to the left side. The tiny teeth bit into her sensitized flesh. The pressure slowly increased as Mason tightened the clamps. “That’s enough.” Laura’s words came out breathy and ragged. The pain was intense, but still immensely pleasurable at the same time. The weight of the dangling chains pulled on her red and aching nipples, only amplifying the pleasure. She was already wet and ready to go, and he hadn’t touched her yet.
“You look so fucking exquisite.” He bent and licked the straining flesh.
“Fuck.” It was almost too much. His tongue was a little over the top. “What do you want me to do now?”
“Nothing.” And suddenly his mouth was on hers, ravishing, claiming. He stroked his tongue over hers, tangling his hands in her hair as he pulled closer so their bodies touched. The worn fabric of his t-shirt was like brushing against sandpaper to her aching nipples.
She melted into him. Her hands tugged her restraints; she wanted so badly to touch him, to really press herself against him. She was wet and aching, and not entirely sure she would make it.
Laura gasped into Mason’s mouth as his fingers slipped between her legs and parted her. He teased his fingers around her throbbing clit, culling small sounds of pleasure from her as he kissed her.
He trailed his mouth around her jawline and found the sweet spot on her neck. He nibbled and fed as he fingered her. Laura thought she would go mad from too much sensation. It came from so many different directions – his mouth, his hands, the clamps – that her attention was being pulled to too many places. “Oh God, Mason. I’m going to
come.”
He turned his mouth to her ear. “I want you to come in my hand.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”
His words were so hot. The orgasm came as commanded, hard and fast. Laura collapsed against Mason’s chest. Her knees could hardly support her weight as she went completely boneless.
Mason sat her back on her heels and stuck his fingers in her mouth. “Suck on them. I want you to enjoy how good you taste.”
Laura locked eyes with him as she drew his fingers into her mouth. She sucked deeply and curled her tongue around his fingertips, fully simulating fellatio.
“Oh, you are so going to get it.” Mason moved around to untie her ankles. Laura’s shoulders heaved a sigh of relief. She hadn’t realized just how tight the binding had pulled her chest and shoulder muscles back. She rubbed the feeling back into her wrists. The bindings hadn’t been tied too tight, but she had pulled against her restraints a lot harder than she thought.
“What are we doing now?” Laura had just floated back down to earth, and already her body had started to ramp back up with anticipation.
“Get on all fours.” Mason peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it to the side. He made quick work of his pants and boxer briefs as well. He was at the ready, fully erect and rock hard. Laura’s reaction to him always seemed to have him ready to go at a moment’s notice.
Mason maneuvered behind her and played with her aching clit and opening from behind. “I’m going to take you fast, love,” he warned. Laura licked her lips and grinned like a Cheshire cat; that’s exactly what she had hoped for.
Chapter Twelve
Laura awoke the next morning in a tangle of beige Egyptian cotton and Mason’s limbs. At some point in the night they had made it to the bedroom, and he had wrapped himself around her and held on like a koala bear. She didn’t want to get up, but she had to pee in the worst way.
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