by Willa Thorne
I heard his hand on the knob, and I immediately placed my arms over my back. He entered, and I heard his footsteps across the room. He set something down on a table near the bed, but my face was angled away from him, and I was so curious what he brought with him.
His masculine, clean scent overwhelmed me as he approached me from behind. He didn’t make a single sound but I felt his legs press against my backside through the dress. Gently but firmly, he grasped my arms and positioned me to an upright position.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I felt his breath on the back of my neck. His mouth left a hot trail from my neck down to my shoulders. My nerves were on fire and the subtle ripple of a zipper greeted my ears as he began unfastening my dress.
“I’m going to unwrap you from this dress.” The statement was so simple, but the seductive tone in his voice caused my breathing to falter. The dress pooled around my red heels, and I heard the sharp intake of breath when he saw my choice of lingerie.
“Fuck,” his whisper was harsh and ragged. A fistful of my hair was wrapped around his hand and he pulled my head back to meet against his solid chest. His fingers grazed the skin around my waistline, leaving a trail of heat. He explored the criss-cross of silk that laced up my hips, and then he suddenly bent me over the bed again.
The tips of his fingers raked along the inside seam of my waistline, down to the inner seam between my thighs. My breath was a shudder again.
“I tried so hard to make this evening sensual and romantic- but you make it so goddamn hard. When I see you like this, all I want to do is fuck you.” His fingers scraped down my back, leaving a red trail in their wake.
His hand grabbed a single cheek of my ass in one firm grip. Then he lifted his hand, and brought it down on my ass. A gasp escaped my lips from the impact.
He rubbed the cheek, and then his hand rang down on my other side. I let out a whimper. He gripped one globe and I knew he’d be leaving prints there the next day.
“That was a dangerous game you played in the car earlier, tormenting my cock while I was driving.” Another handprint greeted my backside. I wriggled my ass, knowing it would tease him more. He grunted in response, purely frustrated.
Without a word, he curled his fingers around the lace of my boyshorts and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them, and moved to step out of my heels, but his hand on my lower back stilled me.
“No. Keep those on.” His tone was low, almost a growl. His fingers worked expertly to unfasten the hook of my bra and he flung it across the bed. His hands wasted no time as he kneaded my breasts, one in each hand.
“Fuck I love your tits. They’re perfect. Gorgeous.” Now his voice was a furious growl in my ear, and I whimpered when he pulled on the stiff peaks.
He walked me over to the metal beam that was secured into the ceiling. I remembered this contraption. Mason used this the first night he brought me up to this floor. He had so much pent-up frustration that night and he used me as an outlet.
I watched him retrieve the item he had set on the table when he first entered: brand new leather cuffs. He must have had them made just for me. The interior of each cuff was lined with soft burgundy velvet. Gently, but firmly, he took my wrists and secured the cuffs around each wrist before he attached the chains to the steel beam above my head. My arms were raised above my head and the metal grid slid until it was locked in place.
Mason’s eyes were intense and lustful as he raked his gaze over every curve of my body. And yet, there was an expression of unwavering devotion and tenderness behind his eyes.
His gaze never left my body as he slowly pulled the black suit jacket from his shoulders. He watched my face as he loosened his tie and one by one, unfastened the buttons of his silk shirt. The entire display was much too slow for my tastes, but this was a deliberate move on his part.
I heard the buckle of his belt as he unfastened it and tossed it aside. His lips twitched into a slight smile when he caught my gaze heading south. He pulled the zipper of his pants, and within moments, they were in a pile on the floor. His cock was thick, long and hard for me. He wrapped a hand around his length and slowly began fisting up and down.
I bit my lower lip, unable to contain myself.
“Is this what you want?” He asked with gravel in his voice.
“Yes, please… sir.” Being cuffed like this, I was completely at his mercy now.
He took two swift strides forward and stood before me. Without a word, he knelt down and began kissing up the inside of my thighs. My breathing picked up as he neared my aching, swollen clit.
When his tongue caressed my clit, a soft moan escaped my lips. My head fell back but he relentlessly continued kissing me down there. His tongue swirled around my wet heat, and then his hands gripped my hips. With each passing minute, the sensuous act became more carnal. His tongue massaged my clit with confidence, and he sucked and nipped in just the right spot.
“Mason, Oh God. Mason…” I gasped and moaned as he kept my legs parted. He didn’t acknowledge my unfinished pleas, but my cries fueled his hunger further. He showed me no mercy as he devoured me, and he didn’t even use his fingers this time.
I gave in to the ecstasy, and climaxed around his mouth. My body shuddered as I released and he continued licking and sucking at my hyper-sensitive folds. His fingers dug into the skin on my hips and then he finally looked up and straightened.
I was breathless and flushed crimson. His mouth met my neck and he planted lush kisses along the skin, ranging from my collar bone up to my earlobe. Finally, his lips met mine with a scorching kiss and I tasted myself on him. He kept his lips on mine, claiming my mouth and my tongue while his other hand gripped a fistful of my hair. His hands raked down my back and gripped my ass.
“Look over there,” He gestured after drawing his mouth away from mine. I looked in the direction of his pointed finger and remembered the large mirror display. “I want you to watch.”
Oh. My. God…
With his hands still gripping my ass, he hoisted me up and impaled me with one swift, expert motion. I cried out as his length pushed through my tightness. I threw my head back from the pleasure, and he sucked in a sharp breath of air, and he didn’t relent.
“Watch, Jillian. Watch us make love. Watch how I fuck, how I claim every inch of this pussy. It’s mine.” His voice was hoarse as he continued thrusting in and out. The slap of our skin making impact greeted my ears. I was unable to speak, or say anything coherent as the pleasure consumed every fiber of my being. My toes curled within the red heels. When I wrapped my legs around his body, his tempo picked up. He rocked in and out, hitting me in just the right spot…
At his command, I watched us in the mirror. I watched how he took me, claimed me and made me feel alive. It will be forever engraved into my memory.
I couldn’t contain myself, and another powerful orgasm quickly ripped through me. I moaned, crying out his name. Within seconds, he grunted and groaned; his nails dug into the globes of my ass as he gripped me harder, releasing deeply inside me.
Once he calmed, he released my wrists from the leather binding. He tenderly rubbed each wrist, then kissed our initials.
“Are you alright?” He asked softly.
“Yes,” I nodded with a whisper. His kiss was passionate as he massaged my arms. Then he scooped me up, and carried me to the bed.
“I’ll give you time to rest, but I’m not quite finished with you.” He whispered this as his arms wrapped around my body. His teeth gently pulled on my ear.
I giggled softly and rolled over to face him. His arm remained around me, and he had a grin on his face.
“Did you enjoy the evening so far?” He asked as I faced him.
“Yes, so much.” My body was satiated, but my face wouldn't stop hurting from my incessant beaming. I ran my fingers down his chest and then kissed his lips deeply. After several minutes, I pulled away.
With a bit of hesitation in my voice, I had to ask the question. “Are you trying to
replay certain events in our relationship?”
“Perhaps, or perhaps I am simply giving you what you deserved all the while.” His expression was serious and a pause of silence followed.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.” I finally spoke, breaking the ice.
“You do enjoy it though, don’t you?” He asked with a slight smile.
“All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t continue to feel bad about…” my voice trailed as I tried to find the right words.
“I shouldn’t feel bad about being an arrogant, heartless prick?” His tone was somewhat sharp, although I knew it wasn’t directed at me. He directed that toward himself.
“That man was never you. The real Mason Woodward was hiding behind him, and you’ve returned.”
“Sweetheart, I can only endeavor to deserve you. Now, tell me you didn’t enjoy tonight.”
“I can’t tell you that, because I am enjoying every bit of it.” I grinned. I raked my hands along the sides of his biceps and his chest.
“Good, precisely what I want to hear. Now, I’m ten seconds away from burying my cock in that sweet, tight pussy. I need to have you again.”
With those words, he rolled over on top of me, and parted my lips with his tongue. His body parted my thighs, and I was ready for more…
6. Jillian Pryor
“Oh shit, that’s so sweet!” Elyse grinned from ear to ear while I told her most of the details of the date Mason had planned for us the night before.
She hung on every word as I told her about the flowers¸ our dinner at Carlito’s and the sweet key charm he added to my bracelet. I didn’t give her details about what happened after the restaurant.
“Your life is like a real fairy tale, you know that?” She breathed a sigh. “God, I’d love to find a man like that.”
“It wasn’t always like that, Ly.” I gave her a knowing look, and our conversation was briefly put on pause when the waiter in the local cafe handed me the bill for our meals. I decided we needed to have a lunch date at the local cafe down the street from Mason’s hotel, and I needed her opinion on wedding dresses. I was absolutely clueless when it came to bridal fashion. There was a bridal boutique around the corner which had excellent reviews online.
Elyse was quiet, and her smile disappeared as she watched me sign my signature on the line.
“I know,” she finally answered softly.
Once the bill was cleared, we stood and exited the cafe. The walk to the boutique was a short one, and I was really hoping Elyse could help me choose a few dress options. I had a style in mind and I hoped she could give me some opinions.
The sidewalk on Fifth Avenue was bustling on this Saturday afternoon. Elyse glanced around and then leaned in and whispered as we walked. “I still love to live vicariously through you!”
I smiled and rolled my eyes as we continued down the smooth pavement. “You can have that too! Jackson really likes you!” I turned and looked at her directly with a huge smile on my face.
Elyse looked around quickly, and she frowned. “Don’t say that. No, I don’t. It’s not like that.”
I gave her a funny expression as I opened the glass door to the fancy boutique.
“Then what’s it like?” I asked. She responded with a slightly annoyed look, so I pressed further.
“Come on, Ly. You never talk about it. I see the way he looks at you.”
She pursed her lips as we looked around the boutique. Everything was so white, crisp and so polished, so sparkling and immaculate. A tiny bell gave a single jingle as we stepped into the store. The women in the storefront stopped to size us up and down, and their gaze zeroed in on Elyse. The corners of their painted lips curved downward in disapproval as they skimmed my friend from top to bottom. Elyse met the woman with a cool stare.
“May I help you?” The woman in front approached us, and cast Elyse a another wary look, before she turned her gaze directly to me. This boutique was way too rich for my blood, and I could tell by the way these sales associates were assessing Elyse, that we were in the wrong place.
“We’re looking for wedding gowns,” Elyse spoke up. “Do you have an ivory silk design with a lace overlay? We’re looking for something that is classic and timeless.” Elyse knew exactly what I was looking for, and I couldn’t help but smile at my friend.
The sales associates exchanged glances between one another. “We do, but I’m afraid it is out of your budget. You can try Melissa’s Bridal in SoHo. I can give you the address.”
“Pause a second,” Elyse held up one finger and nearly cut the woman off. “This isn’t for me. This is for my friend.” She had that confrontational look in her eyes. This wasn’t good. Her hand was already positioned on her hip.
“Oh, I’m sorry, who is your friend?” The lead sales associate looked at me.
“My name is Jillian Pryor, I’m the one looking for wedding gowns.” I placed my hand on Elyse’s arm as a silent request for her to relax.
“Oh, Jillian Pryor!” The sales associate smiled as she recognized my name. She obviously knew about my fiancee’. Everyone in Manhattan knew about Mason Woodward.
“How can I help you, Ms. Jillian?” The woman’s smile suddenly broadened.
“You can’t. Apparently, this is all out of my price range.” I shrugged, feigning disappointment. There was no way in hell I was going to give these women any business after this display.
“Oh, no dear. That was a mistake. I’ll have Delores here set you up with a fitting.”
“What design were you looking for, again?”
“I’m looking for a design that’s within my budget. I apologize for the intrusion.”
The bell chimed as I opened the polished, glass door for Elyse. We left the shop, leaving the associates dumbfounded.
When we stepped onto the smooth sidewalk again, we both inhaled.
“Oh wow. I wanted to rip her a new one and show her what’s up,” Elyse commented as we continued walking.
We both suddenly burst into a fit of laughter at the thought of the stiff sales associates in that boutique.
“Did you see her open-mouthed stare when we left the shop?” I laughed.
Elyse only laughed more, and linked her arm around mine as we walked. “I hate this end of Manhattan.” She still laughed.
“I think I’ll have Mason’s shopper, Amy, do some research on bridal boutiques and I’ll be better prepared next time,” I said once we had stopped laughing.
“Good idea,” Elyse grinned. “That should teach you a lesson not to bring your scruffy friend into the Upper East Side.”
“Elyse!” I admonished. “You’re not scruffy. You’re gorgeous and you know how to rock thrift store sales!”
My friend only smiled as we continued down the sidewalk. We walked in silence and found ourselves in Central Park. The walk was quieter in the park, and a cool breeze whipped our hair as we rounded the pond.
“So, what happened between you and Jackson? Why do you avoid him?” I finally asked.
Elyse frowned, and rolled her eyes before she fixated her gaze on the small model ships and boats that decorated the pond. “Do we really need to talk about this?”
“Yes. You say that you like to live vicariously through me but I’ve seen the way Jackson looks at you. It’s getting awkward when our friends meet together and you always have an excuse.”
Elyse breathed deeply and then she turned to look at me. I could see a hint of longing behind the blue in her eyes.
“I think you have this romanticized notion that Jackson looks at me with starry eyes. It’s not like that, J. I was tipsy at the Masquerade last spring, so my judgement was already off. And if I knew that it was Jackson Rochester behind the mask, I would have backed the fuck off in a heartbeat.”
“What happened at the party?” I asked, noting the sadness in my friend’s voice as she reminisced quietly about that night. I suddenly felt alarmed, wondering what actually happened between them.
“What happened?�
� I asked in a hushed voice. I was dreading the answer, but I needed to know.
“We danced on the terrace of his mansion.” Elyse answered briskly. I waited for her to explain more, but she stopped with that brief sentence.
I blinked. I’m sorry… am I missing something?
“You danced, and…?” I prompted.
“That’s all,” she answered.
I was scratching my head at this point. “He didn’t try anything, did he?”
“No,” Elyse answered. “We danced, and we flirted. He wore his mask so I didn’t know it was Jackson.”
“What do you have against Jackson?” I asked with a frown.
Elyse was quiet for several moments and she turned her gaze away from me. “He was interviewed for Forbes Forty under Forty. He claimed he gets bored very easily.”
Elyse’s eyes suddenly looked at me, cold as ice. “He doesn’t look at me romantically, Jill. He looks at me like I’m another conquest, a challenge- something to take the edge off his boredom.”
“Ly, you can’t assume that he’s like those guys you met in college. He wouldn’t do that to you. It’s unfair to give him that type of label,” my voice was gentle and I placed my hand on her arm.
She lifted a single eyebrow in my direction. “Do you know where he was while you were in Ohio?”
“No…”
“He was in Malibu with Brazilian models. He forgot about his Maserati, which was left in valet for two days. Do you really think I’m his type? I mean look at me, and then take a look at him.” She was already getting fired up. “I’m nothing to him, and I don’t need that in my life. I just started college again. I have a new blog, and I got the mentorship at the Youth Center. He’ll crush me, and I feel like I’ve just gotten back on my feet.”
I understood her reasoning, and nodded quietly. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”