Chapter Eighteen #4
You’re being ridiculous. What else could it be? This isn’t Noah. You’re not building a future; you just don’t want to feel bad about wanting Mason.
When he hands me my drink, I take it down in one gulp, and little by little, my defenses come down. Mason shifts closer, but he doesn’t touch me.
I see the challenge in his eyes, and it dawns on me that he’s leaving the ball in my court.
Even now, he wants to maintain control.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Noah never waited for me to make the first move, and I never knew until this moment how much I need to.
Mason is feeding off the chaotic energy I’m giving off, and I don’t mind.
My ears buzz and my heart pounds as I link my fingers behind his neck and brush my lips against his.
Mason’s eyes are dark with desire as he looks at me. “You can’t take any of this back.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, Mason growls and pins me against the wall next to the fireplace. His mouth is hot and demanding against my skin. I try to remember how to breathe when he uses one hand to pin my arms over my head, and the other to hike my dress up around my waist.
A draft of cold air makes goosebumps break out across my skin.
Mason presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against my neck.
I twist and inch closer, but he tightens his grip on my arms. “Who said you could move?”
“I was just—”
“And I didn’t say you could talk, either. You’ll learn to do as you’re told.”
I swallow and press my lips together.
“Every last dirty little desire you have,” Mason whispers, each word sending a fresh wave of desire through me, “I’m going to make you beg for more.”
I’m burning from the inside out, but I don’t care.
I want more.
His words stoke a fire in me almost as potent as the heat pooling between my legs.
Mason rubs himself against me, and I whimper.
He rips my underwear in two and tosses the fabric behind him.
Then, he places a hand over my bare center.
I shift, but he remains frustratingly out of reach.
Abruptly, he releases my arms and in one quick move, he throws me over his shoulder, carrying me across the hall and into the nearest room.
I’m salivating now, and I don’t care if he can see it.
I’m embarrassed to admit how much I want him, and how much I need him to own me.
In the room, he flicks on a soft light and pauses. Then, he places me on the bed and retrieves a pair of handcuffs from the nearest drawer. His smile is wicked as he takes out a whip and runs his finger along the edge. “We’ll build up to this. Get on your knees.”
I stumble off the bed and stare up at him. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing you don’t want me to,” Mason replies before securing my hands together. “I’m going to make you forget everything outside this room.”
It’s exactly what I want him to do, but somehow, it makes me feel worse.
I know I shouldn’t be trembling with desire.
Mason yanks me to my feet and bends me over the bed so that my ass hangs in the air. He strokes the tender flesh before slapping it. A wave of shock and pleasure courses through me, and I glance back at him.
He has stripped to his boxers, his taut muscles on full display.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
Especially when he positions himself behind me, lowers himself, and licks a path down my back. He pauses at my neck and moves back d again, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. When I shift, he pushes my head forward and offers my behind another firm slap.
“Stop resisting,” Mason orders, his voice thick with hunger. “You’ll enjoy this a lot more once you surrender.”
I bite my tongue.
I want him so badly it hurts. I also want to hurt Noah like he’s hurt me.
So, you’re doing this to get back at Noah? Come on, London. Think about it. It isn’t too late to walk out of here.
I already know Mason won’t force himself on me.
I can’t bring myself to leave. I don’t want to.
Don’t I deserve to have something for myself after the freedom I’ve given up?
Don’t I deserve the pleasure and bliss only Mason can give me?
I don’t want to fight my reality anymore, not when it feels this good.
Without warning, Mason flips me onto my back and forces my arms over my head, bringing my thoughts to a halt.
I stare at him through hooded eyes as he settles between my legs.
He kisses a path up the inside of my thighs and pauses at my navel.
One hand reaches up and flicks one nipple and then the other.
Then, without a word, he plunges his mouth into my wet folds.
I arch my back and squeeze my eyes shut.
Mason digs his nails into my sides, pinning me in place, and a hiss erupts from my mouth.
His tongue moves in slow, idle circles, sending waves of desire through me. I want to touch him, but I’m in handcuffs. It feels so good to surrender to him and lose control. Mason’s tongue continues to move back and forth, and just as I’m at the breaking point, he stops.
He kisses a path up to my chest and pinches my nipple. “You’re not going to come that easily.”
With that, he lowers his head and takes one nipple between his teeth.
He moves to the other one, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Then, he slides his hand down and pauses before pushing one finger inside of me. He adds another, and I’m going to burst into a million pieces. Wordlessly, he shifts, so he’s rubbing himself against me, his fingers still moving steadily inside of me.
I’m about to fall over the edge again when Mason lowers his head and captures my lips with his.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, and he removes the handcuffs, but holds my hands in a viselike grip.
Something about being at his mercy is empowering in a way I’ve never felt.
Jesus.
Every inch of me trembles as I ride out my high.
Mason waits until I’m no longer shaking before he removes his fingers. His dark eyes settle on me as he lifts his hands to his mouth and licks. Then, he lowers his hand and motions for me to do the same.
I’ve never tasted myself on anyone, and I’m surprised to find that I like it.
My heart is still thundering uneasily as I watch him.
He’s still pressed against me, hard and gleaming, and it makes the ache between my legs hard to ignore.
After securing my hands on either side of the bed using silk ties, he gives them a firm tug.
Then, he slides off the bed and retrieves the whip from behind him.
He fingers it tauntingly. “I’m tempted to use this unless you give me a reason not to.”
“Do you want to?”
Mason cracks the whip, and the sound sends an unexpected thrill through me. “I have every reason to considering the way you talk to me, but I have other ideas in mind for you, London.”
My name is like a prayer and a command on his lips.
I want to hear it whispered over and over as he rams into me.
I lick my lips.
Mason sets down the whip and kneels to spread my legs, kissing a path down my body again before leaning back. Then, he positions himself at my entrance and waits. I hold my breath as he thrusts into me in one fluid move and then braces himself.
“What are you doing?”
“There will be plenty of time for us to play. For now, you need to be fucked.” Mason eases out and slams back into me, and I cry out. “I want to hear you, London. Don’t hold back.”
A thin rivulet of sweat breaks out across my forehead. “I’m not.”
Mason stops thrusting and glances at me. “You are, and I won’t let you. Let go. You know you want to.”
I search his face, and the last of my resolve crumbles. “I don’t know how.”
Mason plunges back into me and stills, and my heart jumps into my throat. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
With that, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and growls. When he sinks his teeth into my neck, I call out his name and see stars. Mason sinks his teeth deeper, sending waves of pain and pleasure through me.
The energy is crackling between us, and I never want the feeling to stop.
I’ve never felt more alive.
We rock against each other, and it’s all I can do to keep from erupting again.
At some point, as I’m riding another high, he removes the binds and flips me onto my stomach.
He rams in and out of me as I twist my head to the side and stare at our shadows on the wall.
Mason knows exactly how to consume a woman, and I’m enjoying every minute.
Another wave of pleasure washes over me, and Mason pauses to slap my ass again.
I twist my head to look at him, our eyes meet, and he places a hand on the back of my neck and tugs, hard.
Holy shit.
How have I gone this long without experiencing this kind of ecstasy?
The silence between us is thick and charged.
When I can’t take it anymore, my head falls forward. “Oh, God. Oh… oh.”
“God has nothing to do with it,” Mason tells me in a heavy voice punctuated by the occasional growl. “I’m the one. Say my name, London. Say it.”
“Mason,” I call out. “I… oh, oh, yes.”
“Tell me what you want me to do, London. Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.” My voice catches toward the end. “Just like that. Fuck. Jesus.”
Mason pins my arms behind me and presses his face against me, his hot breath doing strange things to my insides. “That’s it. Feel it. Feel it all. Don’t hold back.”
I cry out again, and my body shakes as I ride out another earth-shattering high.
I can’t see as Mason flips me over again, sliding in and out of my field of vision. I blink, and I realize my skin is still tingling, and my lungs feel full. Mason thrusts one last time and then explodes inside of me, his body spasming with pleasure.
When he’s done, he sits up, and turns away from me.
I rub my wrists and avoid looking at him until he leaves the room.
Then I curl into a ball and squeeze my eyes shut, but the tears don’t come.
What have you done, London? What have you done?