My eyes skimmed over all the furniture, the cuffs which were built into the walls at various locations within the room. The steel beam was just above my head, and I closed my eyes briefly as I relived the night when he chained my arms above my head. He lifted me so effortlessly and impaled me to the hilt. The spikes of pleasure that coursed through my body was indescribable. I’m stronger now than I was back then, but there is no denying that I will always crave the way Mason commands my body. I need it as much as he needs to dominate me.
Once I’d taken in the sight before me and recounted the vivid memories of my one and only night in here, my eyes fell to the king size, four post bed on the other side of the room. A silk black mask was laid in the middle of the slate blue duvet. I stripped out of my clothes, and left them in a pile by the bed. I peeled the purple lace from my hips, now soaked from my anticipation and desire for Mason. He never specified how long he would take to come up here, and I wouldn’t disappoint by not following his orders. Carefully, I climbed onto the middle of the bed and lay on my stomach. My arms remained at my sides. I planned to place them over my back when I heard footsteps on the staircase because laying in a position like that for too long would be uncomfortable.
I lay in this position for a long time. There was no clock in this room, so I can’t say how long I waited. There was no noise to be heard from downstairs. I felt myself get impatient and my body writhed with anticipation for what he would do to me.
I must have dozed off during the time that I waited for him, because I suddenly felt his hands on my hips. His hands were rough as they ran over my skin, from my hips to my waist and up my back. Still, there seemed to be a control and patience in his aggressive touch.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one large hand.
“You disobeyed my instructions.” His voice was crisp and I felt a wild adrenaline at the authoritative tone in his British voice. I was already so slick between my thighs, and I felt even more heat flood down there.
The mask made the world around me pitch black, and I could only sense and feel. It made my body feel alive. Even the slight brush of his fingers sent a fiery tingle down to my pussy, and I felt myself throb with need. Suddenly, I felt his hands roped my wrists together, over my back as I lay on my stomach. The rope was thick, but not bulky. It felt soft but firm against my skin, not at all scratchy. In swift, proficient movements, he entwined the rope around my arms, nearly up to my elbows. He knotted my arms together with such expertise and I found myself letting out a sigh of wanting.
He chuckled darkly and I felt his body move around me.
“What should I do with you, Ms. Pryor? You didn’t follow my orders. I specifically said I wanted your hands behind your back when I entered, and I found you half-asleep on the bed instead.”
I felt a single finger, feathery light, rake up my inner thighs as I lay there, still flat on my stomach. The position was putting pressure on my breasts and I was growing uncomfortable, but the graze of his finger fueled my lust for him.
“I waited so long for you,” I sighed softly. First mistake. I’m rusty at this.
“Sir.” I added that last bit hastily. Too late.
He furiously gripped my hips, pulling my ass into an upward position. I felt his tension and his need for release radiating off his body, especially as he forced my hips upright. I let out a moan and arched my lower back, causing my cheeks to protrude further into the air. I heard a groan escape his lips and his fingernails bit into my skin, raking down to the globes of my cheeks. A hand suddenly imprinted on my left cheek and I let out a gasp at the shock. The after-tingles settled right into my wetness.
“I expect my orders to be followed through efficiently.” He sounded like he was in his office, giving orders to an employee and it was so hot. My body writhed instinctively, pushing toward him more.
Another sharp sting greeted my other cheek and more tingles settled between my thighs.
“Am I understood, Ms. Pryor?” He asked, directly behind me.
“Yes, Sir.” I was panting with lust.
“Good.” The bed indented behind me from his weight and I felt the heat of his body so close to mine. His hands kneaded my ass tenderly. Then I felt his mouth on each cheek, nipping my skin and planting salacious kisses. My breathing hitched as he kissed my skin there. I felt light teeth marks amidst the way he used his mouth in that richly erotic way.
“Please…” It escaped my lips before I even knew what I was begging for.
“If you’re a good girl, you’ll be coming at least three times before the night is through.” I felt his hot breath as it tickled my sensitive folds. I was so wet for him, and I could tell by the way he was gripping my hips, he was struggling to control himself.
“Yes, Sir.”
His hands moved down my body and kneaded my ass again, before he spread the cheeks wider. “So fucking beautiful.”
My body stilled, tensed at this brazen touch. I should never expect anything less from Mason, but he’d never touched me there. My whole body shuddered nervously.
“Relax,” he coaxed. “I’ve taken two of your cherries. Tonight, I’ll have your third. This virgin ass will be mine.”
Those words were so dirty, so wrong, and so hot all at the same time.
How am I supposed to relax when he says something like that to me?
Oh! I let out a deep gasp as I felt his mouth on my clit. I was so lost in his forbidden promise that I had no warning before his mouth was on me. My back arched instinctively, pushing my pussy further into his face. He grabbed my legs with two hands and took me with such force. His tongue circled around my clit between nips. Ripples of pleasure erupted everywhere, especially when he began tonguing my slit. I let out loud, gasping moans as I bucked my hips.
His grip was fierce on my thighs as he stilled me. “Don’t fucking move, sweetheart.”
My body quivered as I fought to keep my frame still. His tongue caressed the lips of my pussy.
“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he whispered as his breath tickled me again.
Bound, and surrounded by darkness, I could only let him take what he wanted. It was intoxicating and invigorating. My senses were on fire. I felt two fingers push into my wet heat. The urge to buck into his hand was so strong, but I had to contain myself. He thumbed my swollen clit, and it caused me to clench around him. I suddenly felt a torrent of pleasure wash over me as I released. He pulled his fingers out at the beginning of my orgasm and he watched my body writhe.
I suddenly felt the slamming thrust of his thick, hard cock. He pushed into me, all the way to the hilt. I was already so wet and needy, that he slid in balls-deep.
“Mm. Good girl,” He ran his hands along my arms briefly before he supported my body with his strong grip on my hips. He pulled my body up slightly to relieve the ache that was forming in my neck from the weight of this position. I was still coming down from my orgasm and I flexed around his cock as he began pumping me with such a madness. The feeling was euphoric and I moaned and cried out loudly as he moved in and out of me.
He pulled out suddenly, and fingered my swollen pussy. Then I felt that slick finger on the ring of my ass. I sucked in a deep breath as he began playing with the forbidden area of my body.
“Relax,” he assured me. “This will make you feel so good once you get used to it. I promise.”
I still felt nervous about the idea. He continued to toy with my ass, and slid his pinky finger inside the pucker. I didn’t know what to make of the foreign, invading feeling, but I didn’t want to tell him to stop.
His large, muscular body leaned over my small frame and he whispered in my ear. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded before I remembered myself. “Yes… Yes, Sir.” My voice quivered slightly.
He slid the finger inside deeply and I let out a gasp. I still felt his rock hard dick pressed against my backside as he played with my hole, now adding a second finger. Ever so slowly, he began working his fing
ers in and out of the pucker. I squeezed my eyes closed. I felt my heart in my throat. The ache in my pussy was magnified by his fingering, though. A moan escaped before I realized it. The aching turned into a throb as he continued to play with me there.
Suddenly, he slammed his cock back into my swollen, aching folds. He began pumping me again while he balanced my body by the hips. I heard his deep groans as he gave me a few more quick thrusts. When he pulled out, I was left feeling empty.
He kept his hands on my hips tightly, and I knew I’d be seeing some bruises in the morning. The tip of his cock was positioned at the center of my ass, still slick with my juices.
“Relax and breathe,” he reminded me as he very gently began pushing his way through the tightness. I squeezed my eyes shut as the feeling of discomfort and pressure greeted me.
“Let me in, Jill. Shh, relax,” he whispered softly, but it was still a command. I complied to the best of my ability. I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled, and he pushed in another half-inch. He kissed down my back, around my shoulders and my neck. I careened into his sensuous touch. It was enough to calm my body and he’d pushed most of his length in. I bit my lower lip as he slowly began moving in and out. It started to feel good. He picked up the tempo, and I heard him growl into my ear. There was such a pressure, a different kind of pleasure building up within me.
“Oh, Jill…” His breathing was strained as he continued in steady strokes. One hand reached lower and began circling my pulsing clit. He began rubbing my pink flesh aggressively as he continued thrusting. He was so animalistic behind me and I could not hold back the orgasm that came crashing through me. I clamped my lower region in response as I cried his name loudly.
His growl sounded more like a roar as he exploded inside me. His breathing was harsh, like he’d just run a marathon. I felt the perspiration on his face as he planted a few kisses on my neck and shoulders before he pulled out of me. Tenderly, he untied my arms from the knotted rope and kissed my arms and wrists. Then his mouth crashed down on mine and I tasted myself on his lips.
“How do you feel?” He asked as he lovingly caressed my face.
“Good. Really good.” I smiled.
“You can always tell me if something is too much.” He reminded me before his lips enveloped mine again. He pressed his forehead to mine for a brief minute.
My Mason had returned to me. It felt like the world was spinning on a different axis now. There could never be any tension between us. No more secrets. I didn’t feel the need to struggle for my own voice. He didn’t make me feel inadequate.
Still, I was afraid to tell him that I loved him. A sick feeling deep inside told me that my heart would get broken again. I pushed that feeling deep down into the abyss of forgotten thoughts. He promised no more games...
12. Mason Woodward
The moonlight filtered through the shades as I watched her sleep. I enjoyed watching her sleep. It was calming to see her lay so peacefully. My mind was often filled with so many of my own demons, but Jillian soothed that inner turmoil. Things with Jillian were going very well. Perhaps it was too good to be true. Sometimes when I was left alone to my own thoughts, I got the twisted feeling that this was all just a dream. I’d wake in the morning and find that I was living a reality that would not and could not involve Jillian. The knowledge that she would never belong or fit in with my world in London disgusted me. That’s why you don’t live in London. New York is your home, I reminded myself.
Would my father come to accept that I would not acquiesce to his terms and goals for me, for our family? Fuck no. Who am I kidding? I knew my time as heir to my great family legacy was coming to an end. If I am going to walk away from such a birthright, I’d have to ensure she is worth it. She is. Yes, But I will need to know this is permanent, not just long term… I struggled with the deeply rooted idea that I didn’t deserve a woman like Jillian. I never did. It’s a notion that had been ingrained in me since I was a young boy. I knew that’s why I had pushed her away in the beginning.
I watched Jillian sigh softly in her sleep.
“I love you, Jilly Bean.” My whisper was soft in her ear and a faint smile curled her pouty lips.
“I love you too, Mason. So much.” She responded sleepily. Her chest heaved softly as she turned on her side toward my side of the bed. My lips quirked into a small grin. This was the only time I could hear her say those three words. She doesn’t know it, but I often spoke those words while she slept. She still has yet to say it to me while she’s conscious. I know the reason why, and I only have myself to blame for that.
I started to settle for the night. The gentle, rhythmic sounds of Jill’s breathing was soothing. I kissed her forehead, and she suddenly jerked her head away. The gesture caught me by surprise and I looked at her more closely. She was asleep.
“No, Mason. Leave me alone. You lied.” Her body writhed and she flipped onto her other side. Her fists balled and then her hand relaxed. She writhed a bit more, and then began sobbing in her sleep. Literally, crying.
What the fuck?
“Jill, you’re having a bad dream,” I placed my hand on her arm to calm her. She jerked her arm away from my touch angrily, but I had to calm her. I pulled her close to my body, but she flailed her arms. I didn’t know what else to do. We spent many nights together like this, and I’d never experienced this from her.
“No. No! Get off me!” Her hands gripped the duvet fiercely. Her arm suddenly jerked upwards and she scratched my bicep. It was a deep and I felt the burning sting of the cut.
“Jill!” I shouted now. I gave her one shake to pull her out of this terrifying nightmare. Her eyes suddenly flew open and she jolted upright in a panic.
Her breathing was ragged as she sat in the bed. I flicked on my bedside light. My arms wrapped around her small frame and I felt the pounding of her heart within her chest.
“Shh, baby. It was a dream,” I whispered. I half-expected her to push me away.
Instead, she leaned into my embrace, although she was still panicked.
“Oh God, I hate those dreams.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She turned to face me with wide, dark eyes. Her hair was wild from her thrashing about. She curled into my tight embrace, and I caressed her hair with my fingers.
“It was just a dream, my love.”
“I don’t know...” her voice was hoarse.
My hands stilled against her hair. “You have these dreams often?”
She shrugged lightly. “They were more frequent a few months ago. They became more sporadic as time went on. I haven’t had this dream in about a month.” She sighed against my chest.
“I was so fogged on painkillers after the accident. Between that and the concussion, I had a hard time sorting reality from the abstract dreams I had. It’s just that… the dreams feel so real. It’s like I’m there all over again and it always starts out the same.”
I watched as she wrung her clammy hands while she spoke. She kept her voice low. A sick, disturbing feeling was rising within my gut. A lump was forming in my throat with every word that escaped her mouth. Why did I never consider this before?
“Tell me more about these dreams.” I fought to keep collected as I said this.
Jillian twisted her hands in the duvet. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Mason. They’re just bad dreams. Please, just hold me.”
I wanted to hold her and comfort her, but I could not let this go. I needed information. And I needed it now.
“I will hold you, but I would like to know about these dreams in as much detail as you can provide.” My voice was becoming adamant.
I lay back against the pillow again, and gently pulled her with me so that her body was cradled in the crook of my arm. She lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my other arm around her as she breathed in deeply. Her head suddenly shifted and she looked up at me.
“Oh my God, what happened to your arm?” She asked with wide eyes.
I raised my arm and saw a few smudges of dr
ied blood where she had scratched me. It was fairly deep, about an inch in length.
“It’s nothing,” I kissed her forehead. “I’ve had worse in my lifetime.” Understatement of the century.
“Now, tell me about these dreams.” This was not a request.
She lay her head back on my chest. “It always starts out with me screaming at you. We’re always at Jackson’s house. I’m so angry that you … lied to me.” Her body shudders against mine and it’s clear she doesn’t want to bring up that past.
“I’m running away from you. I don’t want you to find me so I climb stairs. Sometimes they’re metal. Sometimes they’re wood. This part of the dream is usually abstract or blurry. Then, I feel someone push me down the stairs. I don’t see their face. I just fall, and fall. In my dream, I try to catch anything I can hold onto…”
I listen to her quietly, piecing together bits of information in my head.
“... Then, I wake up.”
“Have you spoken to anyone about these dreams before?” I continued caressing her hair.
“They’re just dreams, Mason. I don’t have them all the time.” She spoke the words, but there was hesitation in her voice, as though she did not quite believe herself completely.
“I told the doctor about my dream when I had a follow-up visit after the accident. He told me that it is normal for people to dream about things that caused trauma or frightened them. Sometimes pain medication and concussions can cause distortions of reality.” She shrugged. “I didn’t have them all the time so I listened to what the doctor told me.”
I nodded, contemplating everything she told me. The sick, twisting feeling that stirred within me did not dissipate. It only grew. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. I couldn’t alarm her, but my suspicions had me unsettled, especially after the Breaking News earlier that evening. I rubbed the stubble on my face, deep in thought. Jillian still rested in the crook of my arm and I rubbed her back softly until I felt her slowed breathing. She’d fallen back asleep.
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