by Zara Cox
But those eyes of his hook into me, and I can’t concentrate on anything else but him. He takes my phone from me when I reach him and places it on a counter. Then he reaches behind me and peels my top off much the way he did his own a lifetime ago. Next his thumbs pass under the cups, his fingernails grazing the underside of my breasts before he unhooks my cream lace bra and pulls it off.
The cool air hits my already pearled nipples and they furl further into hard nubs of screaming nerves.
“God, you’re beyond breathtaking,” he mutters thickly.
I tremble and a sound rumbles from his throat. One finger traces me from throat to navel, then he swirls his digit through the damp cum sticking to my skin. “I want to come on you again. I want to spread my cum all over you, soak you in it.”
“To do that we actually have to fuck,” I point out with a touch of impatient. “You’ve tortured me long enough. I need you inside me before I go out of my damn mind.”
His head snaps up, and his nostrils flare. He’s pissed but I’m fast losing the swill to care. All I want is to be fucked, and he’s keeping his beautiful, hard cock away from me. I reach for him but he captures my wrist in an unbreakable hold.
“Obedience brings rewards. Remember that.”
I bristle. “Yeah, I’ve done everything you asked since I walked in. Now it’s my turn. Or are you going to withhold now you’ve gotten yours?” The very thought makes me want to die. Or shamelessly beg.
“I’ve gotten nowhere near everything I want from you.” He releases me and slides his finger beneath my waistband, tugs at it. “Take it off.”
I comply only because I need to take it off to get fucked. But it doesn’t stop me glaring at him.
He smiles as I bend to push my pants down my legs, and my heart rattles through my chest like a pinball machine. God, he’s incredible when he smiles. I am partly thankful he doesn’t do it very often, because it packs a wallop that could be seriously detrimental to my mental health.
I straighten, and the smile melts off his face. I want to crow and bask in feminine power at the naked awe in his eyes when his looks at my body, but dear lord, I just want to be fucked as quickly and as thoroughly as possible.
I prepare to jump him, but he bends and grab my clothes and starts to walk away.
“Jesus, enough with the damn suspense! I’m fucking dying here!”
I cringe and freeze the moment the swear word spills from my lips, but he doesn’t react. He places my soiled clothes in a futuristic-looking chute and presses a button before he retraces his steps.
“I sent you an email earlier. Did you read it?”
“What?” I stammer the question, and I fear my head’s about to explode from the tornado-speed with which he switches from sex to other things.
He picks up my phone and hands it to me. “Since you haven’t brought up the issue, I’m assuming you haven’t read it yet.”
He’s right, I haven’t seen an email from him, and I struggle to think why he would send me one as I swipe my password and click onto my email account. The only answer my brain can supply is that it’s about work.
“You want to discuss work now?” I’m fast reaching the conclusion that he’s a sadist and I’m his victim of choice.
He steps behind me and trails his fingers over my shoulders. “Open it and read the attachment.”
I shudder helplessly and concentrate on scrolling through my unopened emails. I locate his, which came in a little over an hour ago, when I was soaking in the bubble bath, making myself clean and presentable to be tortured by a sadist.
Lust and anger war inside me as I stab the attachment and wait for the blue wheel to stop spinning in the pdf application.
I shudder when he moves my hair out of the way and replaces his mouth with his fingers. Warm kisses caress each vertebrae until he reaches the small of my back. The darned blue wheel is still turning so I flick a glance over my shoulder.
Mason is on his knees behind me, his fingers hooked into my panties. He slides the cream lace over my hips and it pools at my ankles.
“Did you open it yet?” he asks, then grips my hips in a firm hold.
I look down and try to concentrate on the document filling my screen. “Umm...yes.”
“Good.”
I squeal as he buries his face between my ass cheeks and tongues me from front to back. My legs turn liquid, and I barely manage to catch myself on the counter before I end up in a heap on the floor.
He stops after that one lick and stands. “I’m going to get us a drink. Read it before I get back.” He kisses me, and I taste my pungent need on his lips. He walks away, and I struggle to pull my attention from his fine ass to whatever the hell he’s so insistent on me reading.
At first the words are small and meaningless to me. I turn my phone to landscape position, and the words flare up and smack me between the eyes.
Still I stare at the row after row of negative before I raise my head. “You sent me your medical history?”
He takes the wine out of the chiller and pours out one glass before filling another with water. “Yes. And I had a peek at yours.”
“You did what?” I screech.
He comes toward me, one hand holding out the glass of wine. “I did it to save time. I thought you’d do the same by reading my email before I picked you up. I knew you hadn’t seen mine since you didn’t give me the hard time you’re about to right now. Before you do, let me see if I can save you the time we could be using to fuck. You submitted to the mandatory test required for the IL trips. I wasn’t planning to be on one till two days ago. I had mine done yesterday. As you can see, I’m clean. So are you. We’re free to fuck each other raw—and you can take that whichever way you want to. You have ten seconds to debate whether you want to spend another hour arguing with me or getting the fucking you’ve been begging for since we walked in.”
I shake my head and toss my phone back on the counter. “You’re fucking unbelievable. Is it just the size of your bank account that makes you think you can—What the hell are you doing?” I yelp. “Dammit, Mason, put me down!”
Chapter 16
Keely
The arms banding my waist don’t free me. Instead, I’m marched across the kitchen to the breakfast island and set down before a bar stool.
His foot roughly kicks out my ankles and pushes me forward. I land on my stomach, and my arms flail wildly before I grab ahold of the stool legs to steady myself.
“Mason, I seriously hope you’re not going there again!” I use the leverage on the stool to rise, but the hand on my back prevents me from straightening.
Apprehension climbs into my throat as he leans in close enough to feel his breath wash over my ear.
“You will learn to believe me when I say there’ll be consequences for your foul mouth.”
His palm lands a harsh, merciless slap on my bare ass. Another five follow—two for yesterday and four for the two fucks I’d uttered since entering the kitchen.
As quickly as he’d bent me over the stool, he releases me, then catches me as I wobble on my feet. He walks me to the counter and hands me the wine, while his other hand pets the soreness out of my stinging ass.
“Now, where were we?” he asks as if the last sixty seconds hasn’t happened.
I’m reeling at the mind-fuckedness of the whole thing. “Mason...”I stop when I hear the wobble in my voice. At the same time, I feel the increased wetness between my legs and hate myself even more for it. “I told you I hate being spanked.”
The gleam in his eyes tells me he thinks I’m full of shit. “I don’t think you do. Or you wouldn’t keep doing what will get you punished. I don’t buy that you can’t help yourself. You just choose not to.”
I slam the glass down. “Dammit, I’m not a child you can take over your knee whenever you feel like it.”
He shrugs. “Act like an adult and I won’t.”
I shake with anger, arousal and a whole multitude of emotions I don’t want to na
me.
He gulps in a few more mouthfuls of water before he sets his glass down next to mine. “Are you ready to continue?”
I open my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, permanently. But he’s a fucking god, with his mouth-watering body and even more spectacular cock, and I haven’t had sex in so fucking long... My shallow mind and even shallower body rob me of speech, and I just stare back at him like the sex-starved idiot I’ve turned into.
Like a true predator sensing weakness, he reaches out and cups my breasts, squeezes my nipples with the just the right amount of pressure that straddles the fine line between pleasure and pain.
He repeats the move and my knees buckle. “Oh God!”
Another step closer, and the heat of his body touches mine for the first time. His cock nudges my belly, and my hands find his hip, eager to get even closer. He tenses for a moment, but when I look up, I see only pure hunger and lust on his face.
He kisses the corner of my mouth as he continues to knead my breasts with firm, expert caresses. God, he’s good. I’m getting wetter and more desperate by the second, and he’s only touching my breasts. “I said, are you ready to continue?”
“Y...yes,” I sigh.
“Good, but I also need to hear that you’re happy with the results of the medical report. Otherwise, I need to get the condoms.”
I bite my lip and try not to think about the last time I’d had sex without protection. Of course the details are blurry enough to not be worth the effort, but my heart lurches and a cold shiver lances down my spine all the same.
Mason’s gaze sharpens, and his hands leave my breasts to capture my nape. “Keely?”
When I refuse to meet his gaze, he bends his knees until he’s eye-level with me. I have no choice but to meet his probing stare.
“What?” I throw out defiantly.
“What’s going on?”
I shrug. “I don’t mind ex...experimenting when it comes to sex, but you’ve taken almost every decision out of my hands. I don’t like giving up control. Especially when it comes to sex.”
He frowns. “Especially? Why not?”
Shit. “I just don’t, okay?”
His eyes narrow. “I don’t buy that. Who took away your control?”
Whoa...when had the conversation taken the forked road to freak-ville? I shake my head. There’s no way I’m talking about that with him. I try to knock his hands away, but he holds firm. “It’s none of your damn business.” My breath strangles in my lungs as it dawns on me that I may as well have raised a red flag by giving him that answer. “You have no right to do this, Mason.”
“No right to ask why two minutes ago you were okay with all of this and suddenly, you’re wound tight enough to snap?”
“Yes! How did we get here anyway? You didn’t want personal, remember? Well, it goes both ways. You don’t ask questions of me and I don’t ask them of you. If you’re changing the rules, then you have to be prepared to answer a few of my questions, too.”
His jaw clenches. “It’s not that simple.”
“Of course not. The great Mason Sinclair is so much more complicated than I am, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t say that. My personal issues won’t interfere with how and who I fuck. If yours do, then we have a problem.”
I don’t believe that for a second, but I’m not going to probe. Probing will open doors I want firmly shut. We stare at each other for a few charged seconds. Then I shake my head again. “I guess this wasn’t a good idea, after all.”
His fingers spear into my hair to hold me captive, and the other hand grips my hip and slams it into his. “Like hell it wasn’t. My only agenda was to make this an even more pleasurable experience for you. And yes, I do like control. But unless I’m way off base here, I haven’t forced you to do anything against your will, have I?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Of course it is.” Despite our heated argument, he’s still hard as a rock and his erection nudges me, reminding me of what I’ll be giving up if I walk away. He’s fucking with my mind again, and I’m beginning to question why I’m fighting this at all. Truth is I want sex with him. Really, really badly. Enough to loosen my stance on control to get what I want.
Loosen, not abandon. I could never abandon my control. But for what Mason Sinclair promises, I could let go. For one night.
He tightens his grip on my hip, his fingers digging into me with ruthless intent. “This is all that matters, Keely. Everything else is bullshit.”
Everything else isn’t bullshit...but okay. I swallow and nod. “Okay.”
He immediately shakes his head. “No, not okay.”
“Jesus, Mason, what the hell do you want from me?” I demand in a plaintive voice I absolutely do not recognize as mine. Is this what I’m reduced to? A needy, panting ho willing to pretzel herself for some sadist who can’t make up his mind whether he wants to fuck or not?
“I want for you not to sound as if I’m coercing you into doing something you don’t want to do. Either you want this or you don’t.”
I take a deep breath to sustain my withering patience. “I want this. I’ve wanted this for the last hour, the last day, hell, since you almost killed me on an icy road in Montauk two weeks ago. I’ve wanted it enough to give you a goddamn hand job—and FYI, I’ve never done that before. I’ve wanted you enough for me not to walk out after a spanking I absolutely hated. I want to be fucked, Mason. I’m dying to be fucked by you. I’m naked, and I’m soaking wet, wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. How else do you want me to prove it to you?”
A slow smile lights up his face. “I can think of several other ways, but this is enough for now.”
I exhale in relief and start to slide my hand around his neck. He captures my arms and kisses my inner wrists. My hands start to frame his face, but he subtly pulls away. “You’re on the Pill.”
The statement isn’t quite framed as a question, but I don’t want to start another argument by asking him how the hell he knows, so I answer. “Yes.”
He nods and returns my hands to my sides before he cups and fondles my breasts once more.
I sigh in pleasure and fall into the deep kiss he bestows on my mouth. Within seconds, the fire is back. His touch turns rough and demanding, and I can’t get enough of him.
“Shit, I want you so fucking bad,” he groans against my breast before he sucks one nipple into his mouth. The hungry little noises he makes at the back of his throat as he feasts on me, turns my bones liquid.
I’m a useless sop by the time he snatches me up in his arms and carries me to the stool he spanked me on a mere half hour ago.
He senses my tension and smiles. “We’re in the punishment-free zone now, baby. It’s pleasure from here on in.” He slaps the surface of the leather stool. “Up.”
I hop up, and he pushes me back until most of my ass is hanging off the edge. I brace my feet on the rungs and he swivels the stool so I’m facing the counter with my back to him. Strong arms slide around me, and he enfolds me with his upper body. I’m bathed in heat and my senses jump in frenzied excitement when his cock nudges my ass.
“We’re going to do things a little differently, baby. I’m going to save this,” he reaches between my thighs and taps my pussy, “for when I can take my time with it.”
“What? No! God, please, Mason—”
“Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise, my intention isn’t to make you beg. I’ve kept you waiting long enough. I just sense the need to prove to you as quickly as possible how great it can between us.”
“Fucking me will solve all that,” I almost pant.
His answer is to nip the skin below my ear, while his thumbs flick over my nipples. “Trust me, Keely. Just for tonight?”
I close my eyes and let sensations wash over me. “Okay.”
He exhales and I know I’ve said the right thing. “Have you ever been ass-fucked?”
I jump a mile wide, or at least that’s what it feels like. In re
ality, his hold tightens around me, keeping me firmly on the stool. I can feel his gaze on my heated face, awaiting my answer.
“Tried once. Didn’t work out,” I mumble.
“I’ll make it work for you.”
Jesus, this man took edging to a whole new level. My gaze meets his, and I remember his pledge from earlier—I’m going to fuck you everywhere. I’d believed him then, I just hadn’t thought anal would be the first option. I pull in a shaky breath.
“God, I knew you were an asshole the moment I met you.”
He laughs deep and low. “How about I be a pain in your ass? The good kind?”
My mouth twitches. The next minute I’m laughing. He tucks his head into my shoulder and kisses my jaw. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you laugh.” He nibbles my earlobe until my laughter turns into a strangled moan. “Is that a yes?”
I feel like a damn wilting virgin in a period drama, but I need to ask, “Will you be gentle?”
He hesitates and my stomach knots in anxiety. “Probably not, but we’ll take it slow until we can’t. Is that okay with you?”
I nod and he reaches for a box I hadn’t noticed sitting in the middle of the counter. He sets a tube of lube in front of me. “Open it.”
He massages my shoulders and my back as I shakily uncap the tube. Kisses trail down my spine again until he reaches my ass. His firm grip on my thighs is the only warning I get before his tongue flicks over my puckered hole.
“Oh!” I drop the tube and grip the counter as sharp pleasure shoots up my spine. He licks again, then pushes his tongue firmer against me. Tiny stars dance before my eyes and I release a deep moan. He swirls, probes, flicks and generally makes out with my backside as if it’s his new best friend. All the while, I grip the counter and try not to pass out with the pleasure overload.
When I think I can’t take it anymore, that I’ll come just from the attention he’s paying my back channel, he pulls back and blows on me. The stars double, then triple, until a kaleidoscope fills my vision.