Chapter 21
MASON
The mention of the safe word makes her grimace. “Do I have to have one?”
“Yes.”
Her beautiful eyes gleam with a touch of rebellion. “Do I have to call you Master or Sir, too?”
I take her hand in mine and tug her out of the elevator. I don’t respond until we’re outside my suite. I cage her against the door and wrap one arm around her tiny waist.
She feels so fragile that I’m a little unnerved by how much strength she holds in her slight body.
“I would prefer it, but if you need some time to get used to the idea, I can wait.”
One curved eyebrow lifts. “You think you can get me to do that in ten days?”
“Are you wet for me, Keely? Right at this moment, are your panties soaked at the thought that I’m going to be fucking you hard and possibly rough in the next half hour?”
Her breath hitches. “That wasn’t what?—”
“Answer me,” I press, letting authority throb in my voice.
“I… Yes.”
“What if I promise you that every time you call me Master, you’ll get wetter, hotter? That your pleasure will triple with the knowledge that handing me that little control will guarantee bliss beyond your wildest dreams?”
“I’ll say, it’s a nice idea in theory, but logic says I have to believe what I’m saying in order for it to work.”
I smile, and her lips part on a single, delicious exhale. “Then I look forward to putting the theory to the test.”
I key in the code, and the door swings open behind her. When she stumbles, I catch her and walk her backward into the suite.
Her hands grip my arms and she stares at me. “Why do I get the feeling I’ve just walked into a clever trap?”
“Because you’re an astute woman. A woman I’ve been dying to fuck again for days.”
The moment my mouth touches hers, she moans. I kick the door shut and taste her deeper, harder, my hunger a force I can barely contain. My cock throbs painfully by the time I pull back.
I need to do this right.
I never actually thought of how much time we have together until she mentioned ten days.
Now all I see is that damn neon clock, counting down again.
I have a little over a week to appease the raging monster within, to find that jagged peace, which will carry me through the tormented wasteland of nightmarish days, weeks, and months that is now my life.
“Strip.” I barely recognize my voice as I stop in the middle of the living room.
Her eyes widen. Apprehension and anticipation flit over her features.
My gaze skates over the curves I want to fuck and bruise. She’s hot everywhere. Even her dainty little fingers…
I spot the damn cellphone still clutched in her hand, the death grip on it like she’s welded to it.
“Put the goddamn phone down, Keely,” I growl.
Her head snaps downward. “What? Oh…”
I stalk to her and hold out my hand. She regards me warily for a few seconds before she gives me the phone. My fingers curl over it, and a burning desire to know every last one of her secrets explodes through me. I could know them if I choose to, and for a heartbeat I weigh the risk/reward ratio.
Her tongue darts out and licks her lower lip and the rewards swing back in favor of carnal pleasure.
“I said strip . You make me ask you a third time, and this takes a turn you won’t be ready for.”
Her fingers flex, and she’s torn between smart-mouthing me and doing as I ask. Her need wins, and one hand goes to the side zipper.
I hold my breath as she pulls it down. She’s braless, and I can’t make up my mind if that pleases me or pisses me off.
“You always go without a bra, kitten?” The urge to touch a finger to that hard, furling peak smashes through me, but I stay my ground.
“When I feel like it, yes.”
“From now on, I tell you when to wear a bra and when to go without. Got it?”
Her mouth gapes, but knowledge flares in her eyes as she stares at me. Slowly, she nods. “Okay.”
I shake my head. “ Okay doesn’t do it for me. Try again.”
Her lashes quiver as she fights against narrowing them. “Yes, Mas— Mason.” She chokes on the word she almost said.
I eat the smile threatening to explode and cup my cock, which will explode if I don’t fuck this woman in the next three minutes.
Her gaze drops to where I’m stroking myself, and she quickly shimmies out of her dress and kicks it away. I pause to stare at her lush curves, caught between visions of demon-burying bliss and soul-shredding guilt. The opposing emotions threaten to tear me apart.
I fist my free hand and ground myself with deep breaths.
“Are… are you okay?” she asks hesitantly.
I want to laugh. I want to howl. I want to destroy myself. I want to destroy her. “No, I’m not.” I release the first few buttons of my shirt and tug it over my head. “Slide your middle finger between your pussy lips, kitten. Show me how wet you are.”
Heat flares over her cheeks. “I don’t need to. I’m wet.”
I pause. “Is that a no ?”
Her face burns brighter, and in that moment, I want to adore her and punish her at the same time. The dichotomous feelings deepen when her thighs squirm against each other. “I promise I’m really wet, Mason. Do I have to touch myself?”
Mild shock unravels through me. “You don’t like touching yourself?”
She mangles her lips and her lashes sweep down. “Not really. But I like it when you touch me.” She lets loose a sultry smile and sways toward me.
“Are you trying to distract me, kitten? And did I say you could move?”
She freezes. “I…” A sigh passes over her lips. “I don’t know how to play this game, Mason.”
“Your first mistake is thinking this is a game. Do I look like I’m playing?”
Wide green eyes stare back at me. She catches a glimpse of the dark, turbulent arousal spiking through every emotion burning beneath my skin. Slowly, she shakes her head. “No.”
“No, what?” I test her softly.
“No… sir.” She pauses and swallows.
I let her response rest between us for a dozen heartbeats. “Touch yourself, Keely. Two fingers this time. Look at me when you do it. It’ll please me.”
Her left hand twitches, then slowly rises to rest on her hip.
It stays there for an eternity before her fingers tiptoe into the thin strip of hair arrowing to her pussy.
She squirms some more, and I see for myself how wet she is.
My mouth floods with the hunger to taste her plump clit, but I wait, my temperate soaring with the need to devour her.
Her fingers slide between her legs, and she gasps. The sensitive skin around her nipples pebble as she glides her fingers back and forth. I take a careful step nearer and watch her eyes darken.
“Are you embarrassed?” I ask.
“No.”
I circle her, stalking closer with each navigation. “Are you turned on?” I ask when fine trembles shake her body.
“Yes,” she whispers raggedly.
“Show me how wet you are, baby.”
She groans as she drags her fingers from between her legs and displays her wetness.
“Ah, fuck, baby. You want to see what it does to me?”
She swallows again. “Yes.”
I wait a beat, and she inhales.
“Yes, sir.”
“Does saying that demean you?”
“No, sir.”
“Does it give you pleasure to say it?”
She starts to shake her head, but stops. “Not quite, but I know you like it, so I’m okay with it.”
I show my pleasure at her truthful answer with a smile, and she gives me a tiny, need-laden one back.
“Good. Very good, kitten. Now get on your knees. Put one hand between your legs and the other behind your back.”
She sinks to her knees without question, and my head pounds with the power filling my body. In that moment, my adoration of her exceeds any other emotion, and I have to breathe deep to get myself under control.
I take a few steps back and unzip my pants. I pull them and my boxers off and glance up to see her wetting her lips.
Her eagerness weakens my knees. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes, sir.”
I catch her chin in my hand and bring my mouth to hers. “Slip your fingers inside and describe the feeling to me.”
Her groan bathes my lips, and I kiss her hard and fast before I straighten. My quick study keeps her gaze on me as her fingers slide faster between her legs. Her trembles are now full body shudders, and her chest jerks with each breath.
“I’m slick and hot. I feel… I feel like a ball of electricity is concentrated between my legs, and if I move the wrong way, I’ll explode.”
“You’re not allowed to explode. Not until I say so.”
Her face contorts, but she jerks out a nod. “Yes, sir.”
God .
I lock my knees to keep from lunging for her and ramming my cock deep inside her.
I grab the root of my dick and rest the tip against her mouth.
“I want you to suck on my cock while you picture me filling that tight little cunt. Visualize me stretching you until you imagine you can’t take any more. Then think about me ramming those extra inches inside you, until your whole cunt is mine. Until I own every millimeter of you.”
She groans again and the weight of arousal threatens to drag her eyelids closed.
“Open your mouth, kitten.”
She opens her mouth and I slide in, all the way to the back of her throat.
Desolation and rage slam into raw bliss, and I throw my head back.
I have to take several deep breaths before I can speak.
“Are you doing as I asked, kitten? Are you imagining me in your sweet pussy?” I grit out, my unreasonable fingers tightening in her hair as I seek the back of her throat.
“Hmm,” she mumbles around my thick length. Her tongue flattens as she greedily sucks me down, and my balls tauten and ache with the agonizing pleasure spiking up my spine.
“Are you getting wetter?” I push harder, merciless in my wrenching desire to enslave her, to use her as an instrument of my temporary salvation.
“I need you soaking. Because I want you to take all of me. Every single inch. Do you hear me?” I pull back when her eyes water and she gasps in several breaths.
“Yes… sir.” Her voice contains the exact amount of obedience and deference that adds fuel to the fire licking through my blood.