Chapter 34
Lila
Mason’s lips crashed against mine the second his condo door slammed behind us, his body pinning me to the cool wood with an urgency that made my knees go weak.
My hands fisted his shirt at the shoulders, feeling hard muscle shift under my grip.
Everything that had been building all night finally snapped taut. The car. The elevator. This.
His hands bracketed my waist and pulled me flush to him. I gasped into the kiss when his tongue slid against mine, his weight boxing me in until I was dizzy and desperate.
“Been thinking about this all damn night,” Mason growled against my lips, his accent going thick. “Been driving me crazy.”
His teeth skimmed my pulse, and a shiver chased down my spine. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His hands settled low, cupping my ass and lifting me to align us.
I made a soft, desperate sound as he hauled me up, my legs locking around his waist like it was instinct.
The hard ridge of his arousal pressed at the seam of my jeans, hitting like a spark, sharp and immediate, and my need flared.
His mouth claimed mine again, rougher now, a kiss that stole my breath and left me chasing it.
When he pulled back, it was only far enough to look at me, those blue eyes gone dark. “I need you, Lila. Right fucking now.”
“Yes. Bedroom.” That was all I got out.
“Do you have any idea,” Mason murmured against my ear as he carried me toward the bedroom, “how hard it was to keep my hands off you all night?”
I buried my face in his neck and inhaled, greedy for him. His grip tightened like he wasn’t letting go, and my pulse skittered as the rest of the world blurred into nothing.
At his bedroom door, he stopped long enough to kiss me again, slow and claiming, then nudged it open with his foot and took us inside. “I couldn’t stop thinking about getting you home. Getting you naked.”
The words landed hot and heavy in my chest. My back hit the wall as he pressed in, grinding his hips into mine with zero patience.
“Fuck, Lila,” he breathed, his lips trailing down my neck. “You feel so incredible.”
He didn’t leave an inch between us as I loosened my legs and slid down him, my heels hitting hardwood. He reached past me and flicked on the light. Warm amber spilled across the bedroom, softening the edges and making everything feel close. Private.
My gaze snagged on the king-sized bed dominating the space, black satin sheets catching the light with a subtle sheen. And there, tucked under the mattress like a secret, was the restraint system I’d installed.
A thrill slid through me, sharp and forbidden.
Mason followed my look, then his attention snapped back to my face. “Hold still,” he murmured.
His fingers found the hem of my shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles brushing my skin on the way up. The fabric slipped over my head, and he tossed it aside without looking.
He stepped back just long enough to take me in. His eyes moved over me with a patience that made my thoughts stutter.
“Beautiful,” he said, voice rough, his gaze lingering on my lace-covered breasts.
Then he was close again, fingertips tracing the edge of my bra, skimming just beneath the fabric in a way that stole my breath. My nipples tightened, begging against lace. He unhooked my bra with a quiet flick of his fingers and slid it down my arms.
His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and my whole body answered.
“Sensitive.” His smile turned wicked. “I love how you react to me.”
I reached for him, needing skin, needing more, but he caught my wrists and turned my hands palm-up. His mouth brushed each one, slow enough to make it feel like a promise.
“Let me unwrap you first.”
He dropped to his knees, unfastened my heels, and slid them off one by one. His fingers skimmed up my calves, unhurried, before finding the button of my jeans. He undid it, dragged the zipper down, then hooked his fingers into denim and lace together and eased them down my legs in one steady pull.
I stepped out of them, bare in the warm light while he was still dressed, still in control, and the imbalance hit me with a sharp, electric thrill.
“You’re a little overdressed,” I said, breathless.
Mason rose, eyes on mine, holding me in place without touching me. One step, then another, and suddenly I was backed up against the bed, the edge pressing into my thighs.
He reached for the hem of his shirt and peeled it over his head, muscle shifting under skin as he tossed it aside. Straight out of my most indecent fantasies, and standing right in front of me like he knew it. He was… trouble.
“Fair warning.” A cocky grin pulled at his mouth as he shucked off his pants. “I’m planning to ruin you tonight.”
He paused, letting me look, letting me want. His cock strained against his boxer briefs, hard and undeniable.
My heart hammered against my ribs, arousal colliding with a decision I could feel settling into place. I trusted Mason completely. And tonight, I wanted to try something new.
The idea of being restrained, of not being able to touch or chase, of having to take what he gave me, should have scared me. Instead, it made heat crawl up my spine.
“I want to try something,” I said, before I lost the nerve.
He didn’t move, just watched me with a focus that made my skin tingle. “Anything. Tell me.”
Meeting his stare, I licked my lips. “I want you to cuff me, Mason. Use the restraints,” I whispered. “I want to give myself to you. Fully.”
Something in his expression turned darker. Hungrier. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” My face went hot, but I didn’t look away. “I want to. I trust you.”
“Fuck.” His voice scraped. “You have no idea what you just did to me.” His gaze dragged over me like a touch. “So sexy.”
I bit my lip, nerves buzzing, arousal louder.
He dipped his head and kissed me, slow at first, then deeper, like he was sealing the promise. “I’ll take care of you,” he murmured against my lips. “If you want to stop, you say it.”
“I will.” I nodded, barely breathing, pinned by his gaze.
Mason caught my lips again, firmer this time, intent replacing reassurance. I melted into it, wanting more, wanting everything. When he pulled back, his focus hadn’t softened.
“Lie down on the bed,” he ordered.
I eased onto the black satin sheets, the cool fabric sliding under me. The mirrored ceiling caught everything. Blonde hair fanned out. Skin flushed. Eyes wide and hungry. It hit me all over again how exposed I was, and how much I wanted that.
He looked at me like he wanted to devour me, not admire me. Anticipation shivered through me as the mattress dipped with his weight.
But he didn’t touch me yet.
He went straight for the corners of the bed, pulling the restraint cuffs from beneath the mattress. Black. Padded. The long straps disappeared under the frame like they’d been waiting.
“Still want to try?” he asked, eyes back on mine.
“Yes.”
His expression didn’t change. “Wrists first. Arms above your head.”
I lifted my hands to the headboard, swallowing hard when the position made me feel exposed.
He fastened one cuff, then the other, taking his time. Precise. He checked the fit, giving a small tug, as if testing a knot.
His fingers brushed the inside of my wrist. A soft stroke that landed as reassurance and warning at once, and my stomach flipped.
“How does that feel?”
“Okay,” I whispered, testing the restraint with a small pull. It didn’t give, and the fact that it didn’t made my thighs tense.
Mason shifted toward the foot of the bed, and my pulse kicked before he even spoke.
“Spread your legs for me, Lila.”
The command in his voice hit me like a switch flipping.
I parted my legs and held still while Mason secured my ankles to the corners of the bed. The cuffs were soft, but the pull of the straps made my position feel deliberate, arranging me exactly how he wanted.
He traced a feather-soft line up my thigh.
“Still with me?”
“Yeah,” I said, throat tight.
I tested the cuffs once, a quiet pull. They didn’t budge, and the helplessness rolled through me, dark and delicious.
“Mmm. You look good like this.” Mason studied me, slow and hungry. “No way to hide how much you want it.”
A sound slipped out of me before I could swallow it.
“Look up,” he instructed.
I did, and my face went hot at the sight of myself like that. Spread out. Bound. On display. It should’ve made me want to hide. Instead, it made me ache. For more.
Shameless. Greedy.
Mason’s hand slid up my thigh, then higher, skimming my hips before he cupped my breast like he was claiming it. “So perfect,” he said, voice gravelly. “These.”
His thumb brushed over the hard peak, and my body jerked against the cuffs, a helpless little movement that only made his eyes darken.
He gave a low, pleased sound. “I’ve got you, beautiful. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.”
Then he bent and took my nipple into his mouth, slow and unhurried like he could taste me forever. The sensation snapped low in my belly, straight between my legs, and I couldn’t hold back the sound that tore out of me.
“Mason,” I managed, wrecked on his name.
“Good,” he encouraged, and I could tell he liked hearing me fall apart.
Mason switched to the other side and did it again, mouth and tongue working me until my nipples felt tight and aching, every brush too much and not enough. I writhed against satin and restraint, chasing him even though I couldn’t move.
“Please,” I breathed, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.
He lifted his head, expression sharpening. “Please what?” His hand slid down my stomach, fingers drawing idle lines. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me,” I managed. “Lower.”
His fingers dipped between my thighs, a light graze that made me jolt.
“Here?”
“Yes.” The word tore out of me as my hips lifted, chasing more.
“You’re soaked.” His fingers teased, sure and shameless. “All for me? Just from being pinned down and touched?”
“Yes,” I breathed, the word a confession. Every muscle tightened against the restraints as he kept me right at the edge of what I needed.