City of Sin - Chapter 47
Bee
I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
My resolve had started to disappear when I saw his perfectly sculpted body.
And any resolve that may have remained had evaporated as soon as he removed my bra.
I didn't know what I expected to happen tonight.
But this was what I had wanted. My plan was to be sexy and I'm pretty sure I had failed.
But it didn't seem to matter. We had barely said five words to each other before he had started undressing me.
I had never felt so wanted in my life. And I had never wanted something so badly in my life.
Mason held me against him and set me down on the edge of the kitchen counter.
"We'll do it your way then," Mason said. His voice sounded tight. He was so wound up. He grabbed one of my boots and pulled it off, quickly followed by the next.
"My way?" I panted. I couldn't help it. I was so aroused. He was so sexy and domineering. And his words were so dirty. I wanted his tongue back in my mouth. No. I wanted his tongue down there . I swallowed hard.
"Vanilla." He undid the button of my jeans and quickly unzipped them.
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I no longer cared. Everything he did was so sexy. I wanted to do whatever he wanted. But I was nervous, because I had no idea what that entailed.
"Mason." My voice sounded breathless. I put my hand on his chest.
He pulled back and looked at me.
"You promised me a tour." I was chickening out. I had only ever had sex with Patrick. And he cheated on me. I wasn't good at this. I wasn't experienced like Mason was. I couldn't make him feel the way he was making me feel.
"You're killing me, Bee." It seemed like he was undressing me with his eyes. It was unnerving and exciting.
"I'm not very experienced," I blurted out.
"Is that what this is about?" He smiled at me seductively. "I know that." He kissed the side of my neck. "Baby, I was the first person to ever make you come." He kissed the side of my neck again.
"Mmm." God. I put my hand on his chest again. "I just think that maybe this is not going to be as good as you're thinking." I was so embarrassed.
He sighed and placed his hands on the counter on either side of me. "I like that you're inexperienced. Trust me, you're not going to disappoint me. You couldn't possibly disappoint me."
I wasn't sure if that was true. He said he was going to do it my way instead of the way he wanted. Wasn't that disappointing? I didn't want that. I wanted all the dirty things he talked about. I wanted him to do unspeakable things to me. "I don't want to do this my way. I want to do it your way."
He lowered his eyebrows slightly.
"I want you to do whatever you want with me." I put my hands out in front of me. He had talked about handcuffs before. I think I wanted that. "Whatever you want." God, I'm such a slut.
"Fuck, Bee." He grabbed my waist and lifted me up over his shoulder.
"Mason!"
He slapped my ass hard.
Oh God. I liked how that felt. His palm stayed pressed against the back pocket of my jeans.
He was carrying me somewhere, but instead of paying attention, I was looking at his ass.
I had unzipped his jeans, so they were hanging slightly lower than the waistband of his boxers.
His ass looked good in jeans. Even better than it did in his suit pants.
I ran my hand down the muscles on his back and traced the waistline of his boxers. I could get used to this view.
As soon as I thought it, he threw me down onto his bed.
When I looked up at him, he had an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.
He looked like he had me right where he wanted me, like I was finally giving him what he needed.
I swallowed hard. The sheets smelled like his cologne and it was arousing me even more.
I wasn't sure how many other girls had lain just like this in his bed before, but he was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that he wanted.
"Get in the middle of the bed," he said as he stared down at me.
I didn't want to move. I wanted to revel in this moment.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. His grip was tight. "If we're doing this my way, it means you have to listen to me."
"Okay."
He put his hand on the side of my face. "Trust me, baby, you're going to like this."
"And why do you think that?"
"Because you're tired of making decisions. You want someone to take control for you. That's why you're here. You want me to show you everything that you've been missing. You want to surrender to me."
"And that's what you want? You want to take control of my body?" I never wanted him to stop looking at me the way that he was right now. He was right. I was so sick of making decisions. I wanted him to make them for me.
He smiled down at me. "I just want you."
"Okay." It seemed like he always knew exactly what to say. Maybe he'd still like me even if I wasn't good at this. I wanted to surrender to him. And maybe I could learn how. "Show me."
"Turn around." His voice was more authoritative than before. It was like how he got me to stay on our first date. I liked how demanding he was.
This time, I turned away from him. He pushed my hair to one side and ran his fingers down my spine.
The feeling of his fingers on my skin made my heart race.
Something glimmering caught my eye. I looked over at his headboard and spotted two sets of handcuffs.
He hadn't been joking. And I couldn't wait to feel the metal around my wrists.
When his fingers reached the waistline of my jeans, he ran his hands around my hips. His fingers brushed against the top of my thong. I could feel his erection pressed against my ass. Every inch of me felt aroused, and he had barely touched me. I wanted him so badly.
"Mason." I arched my back slightly and pressed my ass against him.
"Don't move," he said and pulled back slightly.
I couldn't wait. It felt like he was torturing me on purpose. I reached down to pull my pants off, but he grabbed my hands.
"Bee, you asked me to show you."
His warm breath on the back of my neck made me ache between my thighs. "But I..."
He grabbed my arm and turned me around so that I was facing him. "You need to do exactly what I tell you." The smell of his cologne made me even wetter.
I let my eyes wander down his six pack.
He grabbed my chin and tilted my face back up to his. "Do you trust me, Bee?"
Do I? "Yes."
He frowned for a fraction of a second, but then the intensity returned to his features. "Then close your eyes."
I wanted to protest. I didn't want to not be able to see him. But I had asked him to show me. I closed my eyes.
His hands immediately fell from my arms. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was topless in the middle of his bedroom.
I tried to listen to what he was doing. It sounded like a drawer may have opened.
A second later, I felt something silky fall against my face.
I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything.
He tied the blindfold tightly around my head.
"But I want to see you." I reached out and my hand landed on his chiseled abs. I loved the feeling of his muscles.
"You need to learn how to give up control."
My hand slid upwards as he kneeled down in front of me. He hooked his fingers in my belt loops and slowly pulled my jeans down over my hips. As he pulled my pants down my thighs, he left a trail of kisses down my right thigh.
"Mason," my voice trembled. I wanted anything that he would give me, his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Don't speak." He placed my hands on his shoulders as he helped me step out of my jeans.
I had been so focused on his abs that I hadn't even noticed how muscular the rest of him was. I let my hand wander down his shoulders to his biceps.
A second later I felt his warm breath through my lacy thong. Fuck. He was right. A blindfold made it better. All I could focus on was what he was doing to me. Or not doing to me.
"Now turn around," he said. His voice was firm and demanding.
I was so wet. Why is he torturing me? And I didn't want to let go of his biceps.
"Turn around, Bee."
I reluctantly turned around. I was bad at being told what to do. But I wanted to experience his world. And I just wanted him inside of me.
"I love how eager you are, Bee. But the buildup is half the fun.
" He pushed the center of my back, making me fall forwards.
I immediately put my hands out to catch myself.
My palms landed on his soft comforter. He pressed down on the small of my back, making my ass jut into the air.
He grabbed my waist and pressed his hard cock against my ass.
It felt huge, even through his jeans. He moved one hand to my stomach and slowly let it dip beneath my thong. He lightly stroked my wetness.
God, yes. I pushed my ass against his boner.
"Fuck, you're so wet." He lightly brushed his fingers against me, teasing me.
"Please," I moaned and gyrated my hips.
He sunk his finger inside of me.
Yes!
"You're so tight." He slowly moved his finger in and out of me.
"Faster," I groaned.
Mason pulled his finger out. "Patience, Bee." He turned me around and put my hands on his six pack.
I let my fingers trail down his abs. Had he taken off his pants? My heart skipped a beat as my fingers ran down his happy trail. He's naked. I wrapped my hand around his massive cock. I wished I could take this stupid blindfold off. I so badly wanted to see his naked body.
"Tonight is not about you asking for what you want," Mason said. "It's about giving you what you need."
Was giving him head what I needed? Maybe it was. I wanted to please him. I liked giving him head. And I liked the taste of him. I was about to kneel in front of him when he pushed me back onto the bed.
"Get in the middle of the bed. And put your hands above your head."