Chapter 34 #2
His lips caressed my skin, trailing down my body like ownership. I couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t guide him. I had to take what he chose to give, and the loss of control made everything burn hotter.
“I want to taste you.” His voice was strained with need.
Then he was between my legs, and the first swipe of his tongue punched a sound out of me. My whole body jerked, wrists tugging at the cuffs.
“Don’t hold back,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.”
He didn’t ease off. Not even a little. His tongue circled my clit before flattening against it, steady and relentless, exactly where I was already too sensitive.
His hands roamed my body in quick, possessive passes, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, stroking my thighs.
Every time I tried to squirm away from the intensity, the restraints held me there. There was no choice. I had to take it.
I looked down and met his eyes.
The intimacy of it, Mason watching me unravel while he worked me with his mouth, turned the reflected image above us into something beautifully obscene. My body spread wide. His shoulders between my thighs. My hands trapped overhead, useless.
I didn’t have anywhere to hide.
The tension wound tighter until breaking was the only option.
“Mason.” His name scraped out of me, more warning than word.
“Give it to me,” he demanded against my flesh. “I want it. Let me taste it.”
And I did. I came hard, pulling against satin and cuffs while he kept me right on it, drawing it out until there was nothing to do except take the aftershocks and gasp his name again.
Before I could recover, he surged up and claimed my mouth in a filthy kiss, making me taste myself on his tongue.
He pulled back an inch, and I moaned, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair and keep his lips on mine.
“You’re not done,” he murmured against my neck. “Let’s see if I can make you come again.”
His hand slid between my thighs, and he pushed two thick fingers inside me, deep enough to make my whole body kick. My back arched off the mattress, the cuffs biting just enough to remind me I couldn’t go anywhere.
His thumb found my clit and started to move, steady and merciless. The double hit left me completely helpless.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, watching my face for every reaction. “Taking my fingers so well. So fucking sexy.”
I clenched around him hard enough to make his jaw set.
He didn’t let up. His fingers worked faster, curling with purpose, and I was suddenly right there, sliding helplessly toward the edge.
“Oh God—”
“Do it,” he ordered, low and ragged. “Come for me again. Let me see it.”
It struck all at once. Not a build, not a warning. Just my body seizing around his fingers and going impossibly tight until it had to break. My back bowed, the straps pulled, and I came hard enough to turn the world white at the edges.
I shook through it, raw and unraveled, my legs pinned in place while the last of it tore through me in short, brutal waves.
But he didn’t stop.
Thought disappeared. Breath followed. There was only sensation and his relentless hand, and the cuffs holding me open while I tried to twist away from the edge of it. I couldn’t. The restraints took away the option, and it made everything sharper.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” he said against my mouth, voice dark with promise.
“One more. Give me one more on my hand while I finger fuck this pussy. Then I’m sliding into you while you’re still open and shaking.
Fuck you so deep and hard while you’re all bound and helpless. And you’re going to take every inch.”
The words went straight through me. My body responded before my brain could catch up.
I tried to ride it down. I couldn’t. It slammed through me instead, brutal and fast, breaking loose with a hoarse sound as I clamped down hard around his fingers.
My whole body twitched, wrists straining, thighs quivering, while he kept me right on the edge of too much.
Somewhere through the blur, a condom wrapper crinkled.
When I opened my eyes, Mason was on his knees between my legs, rolling a condom on. His jaw was tight, his shoulders set like he was holding himself back by force.
I lay there wrecked and trembling, wrists cuffed above my head, legs still wide open. But instead of being satisfied, I wanted more so badly that it bordered on frantic.
“Mason,” I managed, my voice raw. “I need you.”
His gaze snapped to mine. “Yeah?” The word came out rough. He shifted closer, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance, not pushing in, just there. A deliberate tease.
“Look at you,” he said, low. “You’re so fucking wet, you’re dripping. So ready. Spread out on my bed, about to take my cock.”
I tried to lift my hips, to meet him, but the restraints stole the leverage. It only made the need sharper, because I couldn’t do anything but take what he gave.
“Is this what you want?” He eased in just the smallest amount, then stopped. His thumb slid to my clit and moved slow, daring me to break first.
“Yes.” I was already so far gone, drunk on pleasure. “Please, Mason, I need you to fuck me.”
Something in his control finally cracked.
With a low groan, Mason thrust forward, filling me in one smooth push. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. We both broke on it, his forehead dropping toward mine as my body clenched around him.
“Jesus,” he groaned, holding still for a moment. “You feel amazing. So damn perfect around my cock.”
He rolled his hips with deliberate control, driving deep until the bed creaked under us. The fullness had my stomach coiling, my thighs trembling, and my voice turning into a soft, helpless plea.
The feeling of him inside me while I was restrained undid me. The cuffs kept me spread wide, with him in full control. All I could do was take what he gave me, and the surrender was unexpectedly freeing.
He kept his eyes on mine and set the pace with absolute control. “Say you like being cuffed for me. At my mercy.”
“Yes,” I admitted, the word turning ragged when he caught that spot.
“That’s it,” Mason growled, his gaze flicking between my face and where we were joined. “Look in the mirror. Watch me fuck you.”
I did.
The mirror held nothing back. The restraints kept me splayed. Mason drove between my thighs, muscles working with every roll of his hips, his cock sliding into me again and again, every thrust staking a claim.
“You like seeing yourself like this.” His voice went thick as he picked up the pace. “Getting fucked while you’re tied up and helpless.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, the filthy words punching straight through me. “God, yes.”
He shifted his angle and hit that spot so cleanly my toes curled. “That’s right. You’re mine.”
His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit and circling in time with his thrusts. The double sensation snapped sharp and unforgiving, and I was already tipping.
“Mason, I’m going to…”
“Yeah,” he urged, pressing harder. “Come on my cock, Lila. I want to feel you squeeze me.”
This orgasm was different. It started deep inside where he filled me and radiated outward in waves so intense they bordered on pain. It crashed over me, my vision blurring as sensation overtook me. I cried out his name, my body clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him with me.
My muscles twitched and spasmed as he followed me over the edge. With a final, deep push, Mason stilled, groaning my name as he came. His body tensed above me, every muscle defined in the moment of release. Even through the condom, I felt him surge inside me, prolonging my own.
For several heartbeats, we stayed connected, both of us shaking with the last waves of it, skin slick and overheated. Then Mason eased out and took care of the condom.
I barely registered the cuffs being unfastened. One moment, I was spread out and spent, the next his arms were around me, gathering me close until I curled into his chest.
“You okay?” he asked, kissing my forehead.
I nodded, words out of reach. My limbs felt boneless, heavy in the best way. Mason pulled the covers over us and settled me against his side. I rested my head on his chest and listened until his heartbeat evened out.
We lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until my ability to form coherent thoughts slowly returned. I traced a finger over the fading bruise on his ribs where a puck had caught him last week. “Does it still hurt?”
Mason glanced down at my hand. “Nah. It’s fine now. Just looks worse than it feels.”
I snuggled closer, my head settling on his chest while his hand stroked up and down my back. The tenderness after all that intensity did something to me, softening every sharp edge.
“You were really incredible.” My fingers drifted over the hard contours of his muscles, warm skin under my touch. “Thank you for sharing that with me. You made me feel safe and sexy, and it was everything I hoped it would be, and then some.”
“Incredible, eh?” He huffed a quiet laugh. “Maybe I should start charging for my services.” His expression shifted, his thumb brushing my lower lip, his gaze steady. “Honestly, being with you like that… it was more than physical for me. You’re special to me, Lila.”
Something inside me went achingly still. All the old insecurities tried to rise, and his words flattened them before they could take hold.
A mischievous thought sparked, and I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him.
“You know,” I said after a moment, trailing my fingers down his stomach, “I was thinking…”
“Dangerous,” he teased, catching my hand.
I laughed softly. “I was thinking that next time, I might want to try the restraints on you. Have my wicked way with you.”
Mason went still for a heartbeat. Then I felt, more than heard, the rumble of his low chuckle. “Is that right?”
He brought my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to my palm. “I think that could be arranged.”
The idea of him, strong and commanding, giving up control to me sent a fresh thrill through my body. But that was for another night. For now, I was content to curl back into him, basking in the afterglow and the promise of what came next.