It stirred Mason into a wildly sexual temper. His boots drummed across the hardwood floor, a savage beat to an ancient ritual. Looking over the balcony, her narrowed eyes and daring grin stoked his desire. He charged up the steps, but Ellen slipped out of view. When he entered her room, she stood in the center, mouth parted, breathing heavily. Mason pounced. Gripping the neckline of her nightgown, he drove her into the wall. A flash of terror in her dark eyes made him smile inwardly, but then her defiance rallied.
“Come on… you dumbass biker!” Ellen goaded. “Let me see if you have what it takes to satisfy a woman like me.”
Her chin lifted, jaw clenched. Mason leaned forward, his knee pressing into her thighs, forcing them apart. Ellen’s rapid pulse beat against his chest. With calculated rhythm, Mason massaged his knee against her crotch while scraping the fingertips of his left hand up her neck and across her jaw. Simultaneously, his right hand cupped a breast; his teeth nipped her earlobe. Traces of perfume mingled with sweat. Heat throbbed deep within his pelvis, hardening his prick. He wanted to mark her, show her he wasn’t a man to be toyed with. He squeezed her nipple until she whimpered.
A stinging slap across his cheek made him pause. Ellen’s enraged eyes challenged him.
"You’re hurting me,” she admonished.
Mason pressed her shoulders against the wall, his mouth devouring the soft curves beneath the clinging wet nightgown.
“But darlin’….” He cocked his head. “I’m giving you what you asked for.”
“Bastard!” Ellen sputtered.
Her heaving chest made Mason more cognizant of her lush, barely hidden breasts. Crumpling the bodice, he ripped it in two. The garment fell around her hips.
“Mmmm!” he sighed, admiring round perfections, soft pink areolas and ripe firm nipples. Lifting them to his mouth, he suckled each one.
His aggressiveness stunned Ellen, yet a wet excitement tingled in her between her thighs. She should throw him out. Punish him. Punch holes in that overblown ego. But her traitorous body wouldn’t hear of it. Her fingers tangled in his hair and then slid down around his shoulders, smoothing over the damp, cotton T-shirt. She wanted him naked. Sliding against his thigh, her clit hardened.
Mason released her breasts, removing the remnants of her nightgown.
“Lie down!” he commanded, voice hoarse and imposing.
He tore the cloth into long strips. “I’m going to tie you to the bed.”
He snapped the material taut as his eyes captured her in a lewd embrace. Ellen remained against the wall, biting the tip of her thumb nail. An intrigued grin slid seductively across her luscious mouth, yet she didn’t move. Mason wondered if he’d gone too far. She wasn’t a timid virgin, yet he knew Ellen was unaccustomed to this kind of love making. He cautioned himself to proceed at a slower pace to reassure her.
He gentled his voice. “Lie down.”
Lifting her chin slightly, Ellen obeyed and sat on the bed. She scooted her buttocks toward the pillows, arms supporting her torso, legs bent and slightly parted. Her eyes never left his face. Mason striped off his wet T-shirt and undid his belt buckle. Resting on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his boots, rose and stepped out of his clothes. He faced Ellen.
His eyes burned with an innate flame of passion, his chest heaved, and his arousal was evident. Ellen shivered. The thought of being tied up—helpless—while he touched her and did god only knows what jolted every nerve in her body with sexual desire.
“Lie back and put your arms over your head.”
A softness had replaced the anger in his voice. She laid her head on the pillows and reached up to touch his face, but he captured her hand.
“No! Not unless I give you permission, understand?” His eyebrows arched.
“Perfectly.”
Ellen smiled, enjoying the rules of their game. She lay her arms above her head as he had directed. Mason tied the remnants of her nightgown around each wrist and secured them to the brass posts of the headboard. Next he tied her ankles, leaving Ellen spread eagle and exposed. Embarrassed, she giggled.
Mason stood at the end of the bed.
“No laughing!” he scolded.
“I can’t help it.” Ellen suppressed another bout of the giggles. “I feel silly and a tad bit self-conscious.”
Mason drew up alongside her. God, she wanted to touch his hair. The way it hung down around his face and shoulders made her wet. Admiration colored his gaze, quieting her insecurities. His hand brushed across her breasts; immediately her nipples peaked.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered.
His hand descended to her warm, velvety folds tugging on the soft curls, he plied her swollen labia. His fingers moved to her ripening bud, stroking tenderly, then curved up inside her, playing her body with the expertise of an accomplished string musician. His tongue slipped into her mouth, consuming her soft involuntary moans.
“You’re so wet, Ellen,” he murmured in her ear. “You’d like me to give you satisfaction, wouldn’t you? Put an end to your need?”
She nodded.
“But I want to play.” His fingers abandon her, and he brought them to her mouth.
“Would you like a taste?” he asked, eyes blazing.
“No!” Ellen tugged on her restraints and turned away.
He was moving too fast and needed to retrace his steps to bolster her confidence and make her compliant.
“Look at me, Ellen.” His voice, gentle as the patter of the rain outside, made her look.
“Last night I made a promise that I wouldn’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’m a man of my word.”
He sucked each of his wet fingers simultaneously and then, for added affect, closed his eyes.
“You taste so fine, Ellen.”
His words were a groan of passion. Beneath his lashes, he watched her arms go limp and her mouth part. Slowly, his hand once again traveled down her body, his fingers finding that spot within her which promised the most joy. Ellen’s hips arched. Her desire wet his hand with hot liquid heat. His body ached to suckle her, nibble on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, lick smooth, pink flesh, but he held back. Instead, he grazed her nipples with his teeth, kissed her neck, and then blew softly into her ear. Her body tensed. He needed to delay her gratification. Withdrawing his fingers, he cautiously brought them to her mouth.
With great delicacy, Mason touched her lips. Ellen’s eyes didn’t flinch. Her mouth closed around his finger, sucking with a gentle, tantalizing motion. His small success caused the ache in his belly to twist into an enormous knot, intensifying his need. Positioning himself between Ellen’s legs, he rolled the head of his erection over Ellen’s sweet spot and then dove into her snug warmth, pausing to enjoy her tethered body. Helpless to his desire, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Weak with sentiment, he whispered, “I want you to be mine.”
He lifted his torso, gripped her buttocks and thrust deeper, trying to shake the unwelcome sensation.
She moaned, body arching to accommodate. Perspiration trickled down his back. Thunder shook loose a hard rain. The curtains lifted. Mason drove deeper… harder… faster….Lost in self-gratification, he stopped when lightening stabbed the dark bedroom, lighting up Ellen’s troubled face.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
He leaned over, resting his hands between her shoulders.
“Untie me.”
He kissed her swollen lips.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he lied. He knew. She made him insane—made him loose control. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Untie me!”
Her indignant eyes suspended his lustful actions. Somewhere he’d lost his desire to fight. He got up and untied her. Retrieving his jeans, he looked at Ellen. Standing by the window, curtains flapping around her naked body, she closed the window and then faced him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I thought you wanted m
e to go.”
“Why would you think that?”
She smiled.
“Oh, contraire, my passionate Mr. Hackett. It’s my turn to be in control.”
She walked toward him. Picking up a piece of the torn nightgown, she wrapped it around his neck like a leash. Her eyebrows arched. “Lie down.”
Mason’s white teeth showed between those sensuous lips Ellen yearned to kiss. He dropped his jeans. She led him back over to the bed and then pushed him down. Ellen crawled up, kneeling between his long muscled legs and stripped the cloth from his neck. She pointed to his aroused manhood. “If I were to tie this around THAT, would it hurt?”
Mason swallowed. “I suppose it would depend on how tight you tied it.”
Ellen bit her bottom lip. “Hmmm, I think we’ll wait on that. I have something else in mind.”
She tossed the rag to the floor.
“You’re not going to tie me up?”
“Only if it becomes necessary.” Ellen’s fingers ran up his erection. “Does it really turn you on for me to taste myself?”
He nodded affirmatively.
“But it’s nasty.” She grimaced. “Slutty.”
Mason grinned. “That’s what makes it so hot.”
“I see.”
She bent over his erection, watching it jerk with anticipation every time her fingers caressed it. She closed her mouth over him; the tangy taste caused a stir of fear, repulsion, and eroticism. He liked slutty. Well, maybe she could do that for him, but it was so different from anything she was used to. She combed the black hair surrounding his erection while swirling her tongue around the hard purple tip. Then she pulled him deeper into her mouth and sucked.
Mason grasped her hair, orchestrating her movement. Pulling away, he rolled the head of his erection over her swollen lips. His eyes, the liquid blue of melted sapphire, made Ellen tremble with desire. Her mouth embraced him again, stroking more vigorously and taking him to the back of her throat. She continued to suckle with long passionate strokes. Mason’s groans spun around the room. Stopping, she straddled his thighs and then bent over to kiss his mouth.
Mason hugged her. Their tongues waltzed in the heated sensuality of their slick mouths until Ellen changed the tempo by making small bites on his lower lip. His breathing quickened; her need worsened. Straightening, she positioned herself over his pelvis. Guiding his erection into her throbbing body, she leaned back on her hands and pounded against him. The core of her sex throbbed with a painful anticipation. She slowed the pace, raising her hips to withdraw, but Mason gripped her waist.
“No touching unless I say so, remember?” she admonished.
Mason dropped his hands to the mattress. Ellen licked her top lip, relishing her power. “Put your hands up on the head board where I can see them.”
Mason obeyed. She smoothed her hands over his chest, taking time to pinch his tiny male nipples. She sat all the way down on him.
“I want you now, understand?”
She ground down on his pelvis, his fullness titillating every nerve ending. His demonic eyes flickered, reminding Ellen of a wild animal. Bending his knees, he thrust his hips upward. The fullness nearly undid her.
“Deeper!” she demanded.
Mason complied. Their bodies slapped together in a heady rhythm. Ellen cried out as each movement overwhelmed her strained senses. In some far off place, Mason called her name. The terrifying heat of their union struck Ellen deep like the lightening catapulting its way into the bedroom. She twisted and ground until Mason climaxed, dousing the fire inside her and melting her into small droplets of flame that pummeled to the ground like drenching rain.
She rolled off him and then wrapped her arms around his chest. Spent and unmoving, they breathed heavily as the peaceful aftermath settled over them. Eyes closed, Mason focused on the darkness. Ellen’s love making had awakened something he couldn’t identify, and it frightened him as nothing else in his life ever had. Yet, she made him feel safe and unafraid. He realized something had changed, and he was not who he had been only a few days ago.
Ellen got up and sat at the edge of the bed, admiring Mason. Such a beautiful man, she thought. She wondered why she had been so antagonistic. She touched Mason’s temple with the tips of her fingers, stroking his silky hair. Eyes closed, he smiled.
Ellen rose.
Mason’s hand clasped her wrist. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
He dropped his hand.
Returning with a warm washcloth, she heard the deep breathing of Mason’s sleep. Sitting next to him, she wiped the cloth over his fingers. His dark long eyelashes fluttered open, tranquil eyes touched her.
“You cleaning me up?” he muttered sleepily.
“Yes.” She smiled.
“Don’t forget Stiffy.”
“Stiffy?” Ellen realized he was referring to his genitalia. Men! “Especially not Stiffy.”
She covered him with the warm cloth and rubbed his pelvis.
Mason reached down. “Don’t wake him up.”
He grinned. “I’ve got to get some sleep before he comes out to play again.”
Ellen giggled. Dropping down beside him, she pulled up the covers and then kissed him softly on the forehead.
“Mason,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“Promise you’ll wake me up when you leave.”
“I promise. But I’m so tired, I might never get out of this bed.”
He snuggled beside her, kissing the top of her breasts. Mason’s head resting in her cleavage, she played with his raven hair. The thunder had retreated, but rain still tapped at the window. Pieces of gray light seeped between the threads of the red silk curtains.
“Mason,” she whispered, but he did not respond. He had fallen asleep.
She thought of JD coming in a few days, and she smiled slightly. Mason’s right, she thought. Theirs would not be a long term relationship. It was ridiculous to expect that he love her as well as her son. There were times when she had a hard time loving JD.
Suddenly Ellen wanted to apologize and admit that what they shared wasn’t going to have a “happily ever after” ending, but she couldn’t. She would enjoy their time together, no matter how brief. At least she felt alive again.
“The storm is over,” she spoke to the slumbering darkness. Kissing the top of his head, tears trickled down on her pillow. “When you go, Mason, I’m going to miss you.”
CHAPTER fourteen
Mason groaned, rolling onto his back.
“What time is it?” he mumbled, forcing his eyes open.
Ellen sat at the edge of the bed. Dressed in a tan colored skirt, black blouse, and blazer, she looked very professional.
“It’s eight-thirty, and I’ve got to be to school by nine. I’ve got a meeting with the superintendent and some of the school board members. Do you think I look okay?”
“You look different.” He cocked his head to one side.
“How so?” Ellen asked, smoothing back a stray piece of hair.
Mason grinned. “You look like a sexy librarian who needs to get laid. Don’t go to school. Stay with me and we can play the librarian meets biker game.”
“Sounds like fun, but I’m afraid I can’t. I do have a mortgage to pay. I’ll be home around three.”
Ellen rubbed the top of his shoulder.
“Will you be around, or are you planning on showing up in the wee hours of the morning again?”
“I’m on call at the paper mill today, so I might not be here when you get home.”
Ellen’s eyebrows arched. “So, you work at the paper mill?”
“Yeah, why?”
Ellen shook her head. “No reason, but when I was getting dressed, I thought how odd it was that we knew so little about each other. For instance, me not knowing what you did for a living. Yet we shared so intimate an evening.”
Mason patted her hand. “We have plenty of time to discover the boring details of eac
h other’s lives.”
“Do we?” Ellen looked down and then lifted her head and smiled. “Well, if you don’t get called into work, I’ll cook dinner for us. What’s your favorite?”
“You.”
“I’m afraid you can’t eat me.” She frowned.
“Oh, but I’d like to, darlin’.”
The idea of his tongue on forbidden territory intensified Mason’s persistent ache.
“I’ve got to go. I’m too nervous for joking around. My cell and the school number are on the dining room table. Call me.”
She stood and moved to the door. “Make yourself at home. Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“Don’t I even get a good-bye kiss?” He pretended to pout.
“It’ll smear my lip stick. But if you’re here when I get home, I’ll give you something better, I promise.”
She blew a kiss and then disappeared, the sound of her heels clicking down the hall.
Mason looked around. Sunlight brightened the room though closed curtains. The Victorian boudoir was even more feminine in the daylight. The sound of the neighbors leaving for work and the tinkling of wind chimes filtered through the opened window. Mason sunk back into the pillows where Ellen’s scent still lingered, filling him with an incredible serenity. He pulled up the covers and fell back to sleep.
***
No phone call and no motorcycle or truck in her driveway, Ellen’s heart sank. Drained from her day at school, she wanted Mason. Butterflies had besieged her stomach all day, and she hadn’t stopped thinking about him for a second. At least her meeting with the superintendent had gone well. And Ron Richards, the man whose cottage she had been visiting the night her car broke down, had been in his classroom, so she was able to tell him about her biker rally adventure. A true gentleman, Ron was horrified by her experience and felt guilty for not having been able to help her. Ellen thought it best not to mention she’d become involved with her dangerously, divine redeemer.
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