Chapter 21
Dress You Up
GREER
I sit beside Aiden on the couch while a woman and a man work in the kitchen. They’re early for the party, but they need prep time. Or at least that’s what Aiden told me.
Roarke bursts in the door and spots me.
“Poppet!” He lifts me off the couch and onto his lap. “I’ve missed you.”
He kisses me like we haven’t seen each other in days, devouring me whole. This isn’t the casual kisses of earlier. This is the “I need inside you” kisses that have me wet and ready for whatever he wants. His hands slide down to my hips until he’s rocking his hard cock against my pussy.
I whimper into his mouth and my fingers cling to his hair.
Dishes clatter in the kitchen. I pull away on a gasp and glance toward the sound. They aren’t looking this way. At least not now.
“Roarke,” I chastise in a whisper. My cheeks are on fire. Fuck, I forgot there were other people in the house. His kisses are potent and consuming.
“Mmm, say my name again, poppet.” He leans in, but I hold him back with a hand against his chest. He smirks and gives me a look that melts my panties. “Come on, Greer. Everyone enjoys a show.”
He slides his hand over my ass. Yeah, touching him is bad. I scramble to sit beside him. Aiden draws me into his side to protect me.
Grinning, Roarke shakes his head. He leans in close to me. “See, this is the joy of NDAs. I could fuck you in front of the chefs and they couldn’t say a word about it.”
My mouth falls open because the look in his blue eyes says he wants to do just that. What the hell do I say to that? And why am I not more appalled?
“Perhaps later.” Mason strides across the room. He wears a dark suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the top. My mouth waters at how well it fits him, showing off his lean muscles. His hair is perfectly styled. Handsome doesn’t describe him well enough. Dark, dangerous, devastating might be closer. “I need to take care of Greer.”
My eyes widen. A flash of heat pours through me. Take care of me? What does that mean?
Mason holds his hand out. I stare at it for a heartbeat before I take it. He tugs me against him, making me gasp. The heat of his body covers me as he leans down to my ear.
“When we have a chance to go over my expectations, I want you to remember this moment when I punish you.” His voice is low and dark and stirs something wicked inside me.
Punish me? My breath catches as I look up into his piercing eyes.
With a smirk, he leads me upstairs. We don’t go toward my room, but the other direction. When he opens the door to his bedroom, my heart skips a little. Where the other bedrooms were light and bright, Mason’s bedroom is dark. The walls are still light, but the furniture is dark, heavy wood, and his massive bed is covered in dark red coverings.
Silver glints in the light, and I swear I see metal rings attached to his headboard. But I can’t quite tell before he opens a door and pulls me inside. My jaw drops as I look around the huge closet filled with women’s clothes.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I should have asked before. A stone falls in my stomach. Just another reminder that I don’t know these men that well. I assumed they were all available when they made me the offer to fuck me, but that might not be the case.
He smirks. “No girlfriend, but I have a mouse.”
What? I turn to him, trying to figure out what he’s saying. His focus is on the racks behind me as he mentally searches the clothes.
“Take off your clothes.” He steps away from me and slides the hangers, taking in a red dress and then passing by it.
I bite my lip. Should I take off my clothes or ask him to explain himself? Part of me really wants to behave and the other part wants to question. I grab the hem of my shirt and ask, “Why?”
“You can’t wear that to the dinner, Greer. This will go quicker if you just obey me.” His tone is condescending and short, but I let it go.
Maybe Mason is worried about tonight. If I obey him, maybe that will help him.
I take my shirt and shorts off and watch him as he pulls things off the rack and holds them up in my direction before shaking his head. He hasn’t asked me to try anything on yet, but he’s right—I have nothing to wear for a dinner party, casual or otherwise.
My gaze roams around the closet to all the shirts, skirts, slacks, dresses in every color. Casual to formal. Even jeans and T-shirts at one end, but not like the kind I buy from the thrift store. Everything looks brand new.
“Mouse, take it all off.” Mason hangs a black dress on the peg on the wall and moves to the wooden drawers. The dress has almost a swing skirt to it, but a modest square neckline. Well, mostly modest; it will still show some cleavage.
My focus returns to his words, and I automatically put my hands over the sides of my panties. “I need underwear.”
He’s obviously lost his mind if he thinks I’m not wearing underwear in someone else’s dress, especially at a party. What I’m wearing won’t show lines through the dress that looks like it’s silk. The skirt is loose enough. My underwear will be fine.
Sure, they aren’t fancy, but they’re white and sturdy.
He sighs and holds up some bits of silk and lace. “You can’t wear that. Here.”
I take the bits of lace and realize they’re panties and a bra. Shaking my head, I hold them back out to him. “I’m not wearing someone else’s underwear.”
Apparently, I do have limits I’m willing to hold.
Placing down a pair of heels next to the dress, he rubs at his forehead. “Why must you be so defiant?”
“I’m not being defiant. I’m being sanitary.” Honestly. Washing only does so much.
He closes in on me, and I back into the wall. My breath escapes my lungs at the heat pouring off him, and the chaotic energy he’s giving off is so different from his usual stoic self.
My heart stampedes as his intense blue eyes focus on me. He takes the panties and bra from my hand and sets them on a shelf.
“First, what makes you think those are someone else’s?” Mason’s hands slip behind me and he unclips my bra.
Desire skitters across my skin with his fingers as he removes my bra.
I gesture to this room. “You just happen to have women’s underwear and clothing in a closet that doesn’t belong to another woman?” I may be young, but I’m not na?ve. Maybe some woman or women left behind stuff, but this isn’t a mere coincidence. He happens to have clothes for me? I’m not buying that.
“No, little mouse, I happen to have a closet filled with clothes for you. That I purchased new and brought here for you.” His words make me freeze. What? Mason takes hold of the sides of my panties and lowers them to the ground.
I’ve only been here a couple days.
“For me?” I breathe out as panic swells inside me. This must have cost a small fortune. What will this cost me? It won’t be money, because I can’t afford this, not even with what they intend to pay me.
When he straightens, I stand before him, naked. “Now, I asked before, but I’ll ask again. Do you want to be my good girl or do I need to treat you like my whore?”
I press my thighs together at the ache his words cause. I still don’t know. My wide-eyed gaze returns to him.
His gaze softens at whatever he sees, and he cups my cheek. “I said I’d take care of it, mouse, and I did. You can’t be yourself in Hollywood, so let me make you into someone who can fit into this world. When we’re here, alone, in our own world, you can wear whatever pleases you, but when we need you to fulfill a role, let me dress you.”
My mouth opens and closes. My gaze roams helplessly through the closet with more clothes than I could wear in a year. “This is too much,” I whisper. “Mason, I can’t—”
“You can because it helps you fulfill your role, the job we hired you for.” He lifts my hand and pulls me forward off the wall. Picking up the panties off the shelf, he turns them until they are the correct direction and lowers to his knee before me, holding them out. “Think of it as your armor or your uniform.”
“My uniform has panties?” I raise an eyebrow.
He chuckles darkly. “I’d prefer you to go without, but tonight, panties seem appropriate.”
I step into them and he drags them up my legs. He pauses before they cover me and leans forward to kiss my pubic bone before pulling them over my hips. A little shiver races through me, reawakening my lust.
“Feel free to wear whatever you’d like.” He smooths his hands over the silk bottom of the panties, lighting the flames within. His thumbs linger on the bands of lace. “I like the idea of the softest silk panties under your huge T-shirts and shorts. It’s like a present I can unwrap later.”
I’m definitely not used to this. Hand-me-downs, thrift shops, and a new pack of Hanes have been my go-to clothes for so long. Mason picks up the bra and holds it out for me to slide my arms into. No man has ever bought me clothes. Let alone a whole wardrobe.
“When we play, I’ll have outfits for you to wear.” He takes my hand and leads me over to the dress. Before I can step forward to take it, he unzips it and removes it from the hanger. No man has ever put more clothes on me.
“Play?” I ask, a little breathless. It’s too much, and just being near Mason and breathing in his leather scent makes my heartbeat erratic. But this, him taking care of me…fuck. Not something I would think would make me aroused.
He smiles at the dress, and my panties are damp. He gives me this sideways glance that tells me he knows how he affects me. The fire he causes to rage within. He’s just waiting for me to give him permission, to let him put it out.
“You haven’t filled out the forms yet, little mouse. You have no idea what I want from you.” He steps forward and lowers the silky dress over my head. It whispers along my skin like a lover’s touch. “I need your consent.”
“I think I know a little of what you want.” Control, domination. Submission. My lips part.
His blue eyes find mine, and he smirks as he straightens the dress on me. “You might, but we need to be on the same page. There are things I’ll need from you. Unless you want me to get them somewhere else.”
“No.” The reaction is automatic, and I’m not sure it will change no matter what deviant thing he’s into. I’ll be his to mold however he wants. But I don’t share. His eyes flare hot.
He turns me and presses me against the wall before reaching down to slide my zipper up. I draw in a breath, waiting, needing his touch. His fingers skate along my spine, sending desire pooling at my center.
The need to explain rises inside me. It’s not just that I want to be his everything.
“I can’t stand a cheater,” I say softly. “I won’t take another woman’s man. I know how that feels.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.” He attaches the hook and eye and turns me around, closing in on me so I’m pressed between him and the wall. His hand lifts my chin, and his intense gaze searches me. “I also don’t break my word. If you give me what I need, I’ll remain true to you and only you.”
“What do you need?” I whisper. Do I have what it takes to go toe-to-toe with this man?
He slides his hand around the back of my neck and leans down to my ear. “The consent forms are on your nightstand, little mouse. Read through them and you’ll know exactly what I need.”
My stomach flips. His hand slides up my thigh to rub on the silky panties over my pussy. Heat engulfs me.
“I will say I love the way these look on you, but I’d prefer you without. Some night, I want you in a dress with nothing on underneath for dinner.”
My hips rock with the feel of his fingers rubbing my pussy through the panties. His lips caress my ear with his every word.
“You’ll sit down on my lap and take my cock inside your hot, tight cunt while we eat and talk with the others. Maybe I’ll let the others play with you, too, or maybe I’ll fuck you in front of them for dessert, so they can see what belongs to me.” His finger slides beneath the silky panties and thrusts into my core.
Gasping, I reach for his arm to hold on. His smile turns to determination as he misreads what I’m doing. I don’t want to pull him away. My pussy clenches around his finger. I’m strung so tight, it won’t take much to push me over.
“No, mouse. You’re going to come on my finger so I can smell you through the dinner tonight. I’ll think of your warm, tight pussy with every handshake.” He lifts his head and his heated eyes meet mine. “Can you do that for me, mouse? Or do you need an audience to come?”
My lips part as he pushes me higher and higher. I pant with every thrust until my insides feel like they’ll combust. He holds my gaze as he makes me fall apart. Moaning, I come on his fingers, shuddering as he continues to fuck me. His pleased smile makes my insides tumble over one another.
“Good girl.”
An aftershock ripples through me at his words. He draws his finger out of me and moves my panties back in place. I finally release his arm.
He tips my chin up and captures my lips with his. My toes curl into the rug as he draws me into his warmth and explores every inch of my mouth. I’m pliable in his arms and willing to let him mold me into whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.
When he lifts his lips, his breath rushes out over mine. My eyes open and gaze into his.
“Stay by Aiden’s side tonight. Only let him drink what you or he pours.” Mason straightens, and the sensual fog lifts from my head. Orders.
“Are you worried someone will give him something?” What kind of people are coming tonight?
“We can’t risk it.” Mason leads me to the shoes, and I slide my feet into them. “He has a drug test on Monday, and you’ll be getting your blood test done as well.”
He turns me to face the mirror. Everything fits me like it was made for me. The dress clings to my curves and flares out at the hips. How the hell did he know my sizes? Even I don’t buy the correct size for me.
I don’t typically wear high heels, but they barely make a difference with Mason towering over me.
His hands skate down to my hips. “You look lovely, Greer.”
“Thank you.” I tuck my hair behind my ear. I’ll need to do something for makeup and hair. I don’t have much makeup to work with, but I can probably figure out something acceptable.