Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2)

by Thorne, Willa

  “If I can get some time off work, I’ll take a trip.”

  “You can always come work for me.” Mason smirked.

  I rolled my eyes. “You want everyone to come work for you.”

  “That’s not true.” Mason frowned and I bit back a laugh.

  Travis laughed and shook his head. “I’m not coming to work for you. That rule never changed. Just bring my sister back soon.” He slapped Mason on the shoulder.

  “Soon,” Mason nodded, and then the faintest trace of a frown creased his brow. “Possibly next month, actually.”

  Oh my. It would be so nice to see my family again so soon. I hugged mom, Travis, and the rest of my family before slipping into the front passenger seat. Even though I was sad to leave after a four- day weekend, I was still smiling from ear to ear. Why shouldn’t I be smiling? Mason and I were engaged… and I would be seeing my family again very soon.

  24. Jillian Pryor

  “It’s so beautiful,” I breathed softly in admiration as I stared down at the yellow diamond that now fit my finger. I stood in the sitting room, just in front of the expansive view of Manhattan. The sun had set and the city lights glittered below. I’ll never become numb to the majestic beauty of this view. Still, the gorgeous, scenic view will never compare to the ring Mason gave me.

  “This will show everyone that you’re mine,” He gave a low, seductive whisper into my ear. His tall, muscular frame came up behind and his strong arms wrapped around me. Heat spread from my neck down to my damp panties while his lips and tongue hungrily savored the taste of my skin.

  His grasp was fierce as he pulled me more closely against his hard body. His arms snaked around me in an embrace that I wouldn’t have been able to escape if I tried.

  “It’s all mine,” His whisper was a velvety growl as I felt the rock hard length of his cock press into my lower back. Two large hands grabbed my breasts in a lustful grip.

  “These tits are mine.”

  His fingers then raked down my curves and gripped my hips with such red-hot ferocity. “These hips are mine.” As he said this, he pulled me roughly against him, and thrust his thick bulge against me.

  His hand slid around my waist, raking the soft cotton of my yellow sundress up my thigh. Within seconds, his fingers were circling around my swollen, wet clit. A soft moan escaped my lips.

  “This pussy is mine.” His voice was authoritative and domineering. His British accent only made those words more sultry. My body melted against his frame as those strong, commanding hands enjoyed every curve of my body.

  Every nerve ending tingled with white-hot desire. My God. I’m marrying this… man.

  His fingers continued to circle around my clit. It was pulsing, tormented and throbbing. I was close. So close.

  “Mason…” I mewled.

  “Shh.” His breath was on my neck as I tried to remember to breathe.

  The city lights continued to sparkle beneath us, but I was blissfully ignorant of it by this point. The built-up pressure was a delicious ache in my core. I felt my knees grow weaker, but Mason was holding my weight.

  I felt him grinding hard against my ass while his fingers continued their slow, agonizing pleasure.

  “Bloody hell, Jill.” Mason’s breathing was ragged. “I’m taking you now.”

  The intense rip of fabric assaulted my ears and for a single second, I looked down. Shredded yellow cotton fell down around my bare feet, and the cool air hit my skin. My nipples ached stiffly.

  A slight sting met my flesh as Mason brutally yanked the white lace around my hips. He tossed the remains of my panties to the side. Before I could think, my hands were forcefully bound above my head in a single, vice-like grip.

  With one hand binding my hands, he gripped my shoulder and forcefully walked me into his master suite. It’s our master suite now.

  “Close your eyes. I’ll know if you disobey.”

  I’m always tempted to defy him just so he’ll punish me, but I was aching so badly. I needed to feel him inside me.

  My eyes closed compliantly, and the smooth texture of synthetic nylon wrapped securely around my wrists, binding them together above my head. He moved my arms up and down, to ensure I had the flexibility to support whatever he had planned. My heart was raging in my chest, brimming with anticipation and wanton need.

  His hands were commanding as he guided me to the side of the bed. I felt a tug on my wrists as he looped something through the nylon binding. I began to open my eyes-

  “Don’t you dare. I said keep them closed, sweetheart.”

  Those vehement words caused me to clamp my eyes shut. I was so wet and aching with need… I felt another stern tug as he tested the binding.

  “On the bed. On your knees.” The order left no room for question. I was so ready to feel him fill me up.

  Without the full use of two hands, I struggled to position myself in the middle of the bed, resting my weight on two knees. I remained in position in the center of the bed.

  “I’ll know if you open those gorgeous eyes, darling girl.” His voice never lost its domineering quality.

  The mattress indented under his weight. His hands pushed my head down into the duvet, leaving my ass arched high in the air. I lacked the use of my hands since they were bound with synthetic nylon, tethered securely to one of four posts. I felt exposed to him. The cool air hit my swollen, wet pussy and I clenched in reaction.

  “Mmm.” His hands furiously gripped my hips and I felt the tip of his cock play with my desperate, needy opening.

  “You’ve been such a good girl to obey.” His voice was rich and deep against my back.

  Yes. Please… Just fuck me…

  His lips planted lush, smoldering kisses in a path down my back, from my shoulder blades slowly down to my tailbone. Oh hell… Without realizing, I arched my ass higher in the air and bucked my hips toward him. I was desperate for friction. I hoped to tease him enough to give me what I wanted…

  “Do you need something, darling?” His voice was laced with sinful promise, deliberately tormenting me.

  “Yes… Please…” I fidgeted from the antagonization he was giving.

  He slipped a single finger into my slit, just enough to taunt, and then withdrew. I responded with a pathetic whimper.

  “Tell me how I can help you…”

  I swallowed. “You…”

  His fingers raked down my back, and caressed in feather-light strokes along my hips and waist. “Oh, but I’m right here…”

  I thrust against him, trying to coax him, but his hand pressed down on my back, holding me in place. His commands were silent, but profound. My body stilled and I could only feel the heady thrum of my heart as it pulsed within my chest.

  My weight was rested on my elbows and my knees. His thumbs rubbed in circles against both cheeks of my ass and without warning, he slammed into me.

  I cried out loudly from the impact His torment already had my pussy so slick; it didn’t hurt. His thrusting was carnal, rampant and furious as he filled me to the hilt. He pulled out, keeping his grip anchored on both hips.

  “Goddamn, baby. I’ll never get used to how good your tight little cunt feels.” He pushed into my wet heat and kept up a furious tempo, driving in and out, hard and deep.

  A groan escaped me, overcome with pleasure. He slowed his movements, grinding in a slow circular motion. He was buried deep, and the intense pleasure was profound. I think my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  With unspoken command, he flipped me onto my back, and then pulled my body upright so that my weight was positioned on his lap. With a single thrust, he slammed into me again and held my hips, controlling the tempo as my thighs straddled him. He continued to grind against my G-spot. My hands still remained bound, with the nylon rope tethered to the post at the headboard.

  He continued thrusting, filling me completely. My thighs straddled his lap while he dominated my body. His forceful hands dug into the skin of my ass as he moved my body with his. My God. He
made me feel feather-light… I squeezed my eyelids closed, fighting the strong urge to open them and gaze upon his face. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me as he hit my most sensitive spot over and over again.

  His lips crashed down on mine suddenly. His tongue enveloped mine, before he sucked on my lower lip. My eyes were still closed. I could only feel… and Bloody Hell…

  His lips consumed mine again as he moved my hips in a sensuous, rhythmic pace against his expert thrusting. Delicious pleasure continued to consume me as I felt my impending orgasm build between my thighs. His fingers would leave bruises on the cheeks of my ass by morning, but I didn’t care. Continuously he filled me. In, out. In, out. I forgot myself and opened my eyes as I threw my head back. Then my gaze landed directly on his. Those fiery, carnal light brown eyes reminded me that I disobeyed. A single black eyebrow arched ever so slightly, and there was the faint trace of a smirk. He was going to punish me. I could see the hint of it.

  He gripped my hips quite fiercely as the realization dawned on me. After three solid thrusts, I clenched furiously as I came around his cock.

  He let out a hiss of pleasure as my walls clamped around him. I was still high on the ecstasy of my orgasm when he suddenly flipped me onto my knees again. With expert hands, he pushed my body down so that my weight was resting on my elbows. I was still reeling from the sudden shift in position when he slammed into me again. My gasp was a whimper, sharp, loud and pathetic in sound.

  “I thought I told you to keep your eyes closed, love.”

  His tone was stern, authoritative as he relentlessly pommeled into my tight walls. He was severe in his tempo, and I was still hyper-sensitive from the recent climax. I cried out loudly, moaning his name repeatedly.

  A sharp, reddening sting landed on the right cheek of my ass while his cock continued to drive deep and hard.

  “Ah!” I threw my head back, gasping from the ring that met my ass. Another handprint was placed on my left cheek.

  Holy fuck. Do that again.

  I could sense the smirk on his face as he planted another handprint on my right ass cheek again. I groaned in response.

  “Naughty girl. It’s been awhile since you disobeyed.”

  He never paused his fucking, even while he spoke those seductive words and spanked my reddened ass.

  His tempo was furious and merciless. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  Another hand left my ass feeling crimson. He drilled deep, hard and fast. Everytime he spanked me, it sent a tingle of pleasure down to my pussy. I bit my lower lip as I tried to shift my weight; the force of his thrusting was putting all the weight onto my elbows. I felt every inch of him go deep. So deep.

  “I’m sorry…” I whimpered as his hand rang down one last time.

  “Mm.” I heard his guttural groan as he pushed my head down into the mattress.

  His body pulsated as he came hard and deep inside me, gripping my left hip while his hand kept my head pinned into the mattress. After three last sharp thrusts, he slowed his pace. His breathing was harsh and ragged behind me. The knots on the nylon binding loosened around my wrists and he gently massaged my wrists with love and affection.

  “You should have just blindfolded me,” I teased.

  A dark glint in his eyes met with mine. A smirk crept up those irresistible lips.

  “Believe me, my darling, if I wanted to blindfold you, I would have. As you know, I can be very resourceful.”

  “You knew I would open my eyes!” I exclaimed as he pulled me against his body.

  “Of course I did.” He kissed my forehead with tenderness. “I know you better than I know the back of my own hand. I wanted a good, sound reason to spank that delicious ass.”

  “You are evil.”

  His eyes flared and his perfect lips quirked upwards slightly. “You have no idea, my Jilly Bean.”

  ****

  We remained like this in bed for quite some time. My head was rested on Mason’s chest and I dozed while listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arm was wrapped tightly around my body, pulling me close against his taut muscles. I could spend the rest of my days like this in his embrace. Nothing in my life has ever felt this right.

  “Do you still want that dinner and movie I promised you?” His question pulled me from my sleepy haze, and I blinked my eyes.

  “You’ve exhausted me…” I responded, returning to reality.

  He chuckled, raking his fingers through my wild waves.

  “We can do anything you like. Stay in, or go out, or fuck.” His voice was like a whispered kiss against my ear.

  I laughed softly. My man is insatiable.

  At that moment, his cell phone buzzed. Mason let out an agitated sigh and reached for the nightstand beside the bed. He glanced at the screen, and then declined the call before he set it back on the night stand.

  “Any thoughts on how you want to spend the evening?” Mason asked, trying to lighten the mood. It was too late for that, though. I felt the difference in his body all of a sudden. He’d gone from relaxed and content to rigid and sullen. He was trying to mask it from me, but I knew him better than that.

  Before I could answer his question, the cell phone buzzed repeatedly. After declining the call two more times, his house line rang.

  “Shouldn’t you answer that? Or at least disconnect the phone for the night?”

  I knew who was calling him, and the knowledge sent a chilling tremor up my spine. There was no way Mason has told his parents about our engagement, but there was no denying how they would react. His father will go ballistic. Mason will be disowned. Am I really worth that?

  You’re living in a fantasy bubble. This can never work out, not in reality. I’d been keeping these worries buried deep, deep down inside because I wanted to us to be happy. Was that selfish of me?

  We could hear the phone in Mason’s study ring incessantly. Mason became more rigid with each ring. I pursed my lips together in a tight line as the worry began to consume me.

  Finally, he loosened himself from my embrace and left the bed. Without a word, he pulled on a pair of thin navy sweat pants and left the bedroom. My heart thrummed in my chest. Intuition told me that I should be afraid. I was scared of losing him.

  I sat upright in the bed, with a sheet wrapped around my body. The wait seemed eternal, especially as Mason’s voice grew louder and louder. He was at one point shouting. His end of the phone conversation was muffled, conducted behind the closed door in his office. Still, I could hear the ferocious pitch and volume in his voice as it traveled all the way down the hall. That level of anger only confirmed who was on the other end. I knew my chest was blotchy and flushed from my nerves.

  He was gone for at least an hour. The phone call with his father ended. I could tell this much because the shouting match had ended. Still, Mason remained locked away in his study. Concerned, I left the bed with the sheet wrapped snuggly around my body. I padded down the hall until I arrived at the door to his study.

  I could hear his voice, loud and clear from the other side of the door.

  “I don’t have seventy-two hours. I don’t even have twenty-four fucking hours. Come to my office tomorrow at noon.” He was not shouting, but his tone was somewhat urgent and stern.

  “Bloody fucking hell. How difficult do you have to make this?” His tone was becoming more angry all over again.

  “... Right then. We’ll discuss it tomorrow. Noon.”

  The call ended and there was silence. I debated whether to knock, but the door suddenly flung open and Mason stood there. His eyes burned down on me.

  “What are you doing?” The question was like a hissing growl.

  “I was worried…” My voice trailed because I lost the words.

  His face softened, only somewhat but he remained calloused. “Are you hungry?”

  “Not anymore.”

  “We’ll have takeout delivered.” He placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me toward the immaculate kitchen.
After rummaging through a drawer, he tossed a few menus on the breakfast bar. He was stressed, present in body but not in mind.

  “Pick what you want.” That was an order.

  I scrunched my nose.

  “Mason.” My voice snapped him to attention. “You’re scaring me.”

  His brow furrowed when I said this, and then he took me into his arms. My small frame was consumed within the embrace of his strong arms. He held me silently for a very long time. It was just the two of us in the quiet of the kitchen. I was certain he could feel my heart thrum harshly through my chest.

  He kissed the top of my head and then his whisper caressed my ear. “You needn’t worry, darling. It will all turn out. I’ll take care of you. You are my light. And nothing will ever change how I love you.”

  I swallowed hard when he said this. His words almost seemed like a foreshadowing of something to come…

  ****

  It felt a bit like the Twilight Zone. There was something strange in the air. Our Friday date night had been ruined when Mason’s father incessantly harassed his phone lines. Mason had a noon meeting scheduled in his office. It wasn’t uncharacteristic for him to go into the office for a few hours over the weekend. He took the weekends to manage his hotel affairs. Therefore, I didn’t think much of his Saturday office meeting. Still, there was something off about the following week.

  Mason was fiercely protective. I wanted to get an ice cream from the parlor down the street, and he insisted that he accompany me, even though he wasn’t in the mood for ice cream. He stood behind me while I ordered my double scoop, hovering like a bodyguard.

  “Relax,” I joked lightly as I licked a few drops of melted Cherry Garcia off my fingers. It was a particularly sticky, hot September day and my ice cream was melting faster than I could keep up. I should have ordered a bowl, instead of a cone.

  Mason’s eyes flared as he watched my lips, with entranced awe and lust. He took my fingers and sucked on each one in turn. My lips parted as tingles traveled down to my core. I saw the flecks of gold and green in his light brown eyes as his heated gaze bore into me, sucking the sweet melted cream from each finger in turn. I became oblivious to the scoop that melted down the cone, down my hand as I watched his sultry sucking and nibbling of each finger.