Chapter Four
MASON
Everything’s moving so quickly.
This was the end goal, but I only expected it to come much later.
I allowed days, weeks, or even months of building the foundations, after what she’d been through.
But, as the night drifted from chatting about her past, the heartache of losing her parents, and the Mercers, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out Skylar needs a night of fun.
She needs to forget her troubles and her woes, and I am that outlet.
We arrive back at my apartment, shortly after she confessed to wanting to dominate me.
I’ve always been a powerful man, a first-rate hitman working for shady criminals who fear me, but things seem different with Skylar.
I don’t want to take her, fuck her on the kitchen counter, and forget about her.
I want her to wrap me around her little pinky finger, and demand whatever the hell she wants from me.
I don’t want to. I’m going to.
Those seven simple words send my mind spiraling, and I rush to get back to my apartment. I’ve got no idea what Skylar has in store for me, and I don’t care. I’m hers already, nothing but putty in her hands.
“Here we are, home sweet home,” I say, leading Skylar into my apartment. I can tell she’s nervous, and I don’t blame her. But, my reputation around Colorado precedes me. She’s safer than she could ever imagine, and I wish I could let her know that.
She wrapped herself in my arms the second I stopped my Escalade in the parking garage, and her hands have been running across every groove of my sculpted chest, abs, and shoulders ever since.
As soon as I shut the door and turn back to Skylar, she launches into me. Her woolen mittens wrap around my face, pulling me into a kiss. I grab her by the waist, kissing her, and pushing her up against the wall. She lets out a raspy moan, the nervousness in her eyes replaced by wicked desire.
I know it’s coming; it’s only a matter of when.
“So, this is your place, huh?” she asks as I kiss down her cheek, nibbling her earlobe and down her neck.
“It’s not much, but it does just fine,” I reply, feeling her hand move south, running along the fabric of my pants, and reaching ever closer to my cock. However, before she gets close enough to touch, Skylar pauses, slipping out of my grasp.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer me right away, but walks deeper into my apartment. She inspects the living room, the hallway leading to the bedrooms, and finally the bathrooms. I follow, but she turns to me, and raises a single finger, shaking it at me.
“You be a good boy and fetch us some drinks,” Skylar says.
“As you command,” I give a half-bow, turning back around. I can feel the idiotic grin on my face. How lucky can I get? What are the chances that this all played out so perfectly?
I can hear her rifling through drawers and cabinets in the bedroom. She’s probably trying to find secrets, trying to reassure herself that I’m not some madman about to kill her. Clever. I always suspected Skylar was smarter than most.
Only, I’d never leave anything lying around to be found. All my mission-ready equipment is stored in my locked office.
“What’s your poison?” I call down the hall, throwing my coat over a chair.
“I’ll have the best of whatever you’ve got,” Skylar replies.
I take a bottle of The Macallan off the shelf beside the television.
It’s the Fine Oak 21-Year, and I have only sipped a few glasses of it, since I brought it home.
It’s peaty pleasure in a glass and I pour a good measure into two glasses before heading back down the hall.
I take slow, steady plods along the way, making sure that my heavy boots connect with a satisfying clang on each step.
“I hope you don’t mind; I got a little more comfortable,” Skylar says as I enter the room.
I stop dead at the sight of her. She’s shed most of her layers, with only a pair of rose-red panties and her shirt remaining.
I fight the desperate urge to rush to her side, knowing it will bring severe consequences.
If she’s already ordering me to fetch drinks, she definitely has something in store for the rest of the evening.
I can’t fucking wait.
“Not at all,” I step closer, handing Skylar her drink. She pushes herself up on the bed, taking it.
“That looks so painful,” Skylar says, dragging her finger up my shaft through my pants.
Her touch makes me weak in the knees, and I step back, trying to steady myself.
Skylar looks up at me, swallows hard, and takes a sip of her Scotch whisky.
She makes an appreciative hum and the sight of her lips sliding across the edge of the glass almost hurts me.
“It is, but it’s worth it for you, my queen,” I reply. I don’t know where that phrase comes from, my queen, but it feels so fitting.
“I want you to take it out,” Skylar says.
Before the last word leaves her mouth, I’m already kicking my boots off, and fumbling with my belt. I drop my pants to the ground, reaching for my cock, but before I can even touch it, Skylar slaps my hand away.
“No, no,” she shakes her head. She’s taking to this role of power so easily, and it fits her. She shouldn’t be here in my apartment, ordering me around; Skylar Summers should be conquering entire nations.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
Skylar gets on her knees, still far shorter than me, and without warning, she slaps my face. The red hot sting makes me stumble backward, and I nearly fall, with my pants tangled around my ankles. I steady myself on a chest of drawers, and look at her.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” Skylar replies, a devilish grin spreading across her face.
She takes another slow sip of her Scotch, moving towards me.
She slides off the bed, sets the bottle down on the chest of drawers, and grabs my face, before pecking me on the cheek.
Her lips are soothing on my still stinging skin.
“Get on your knees,” Skylar demands. Without thinking, I drop down so hard, I’m sure I leave dents in the hardwood floor. She leans forward, pressing her lips against my ear, and after a gentle nibble, she pulls back up, running her hand through my hair.
I look up at her. She’s not the same scared, nervous girl I met in the mall. She’s a ferocious woman who knows what she wants, and she’s going to take it. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and I’m desperate for her next command. My mind, body, and soul are all ready to conform to her will.
Skylar starts guiding my head closer to her body.
I don’t resist, not until she presses my face against her skin.
Even on my knees, I am level with her belly, but with a forceful downward push, she buries me into her pussy.
I get the signal easily enough, and grab her ass, kissing her clean-shaven skin through the red panties.
Skylar’s body writhes with every kiss, touch, and squeeze.
Her hand never leaves its tight lock on my hair, pulling me and tugging me wherever she sees fit.
Her smell on the thin fabric sends me into a spiral. I kiss, lick, and nibble every piece of bare flesh around her sex.
“Good boy,” she says, tugging my head back with a hard pull.
She releases me, only for a moment, to drop her panties to the ground.
I watch them sink from her hips to the floor, and when I look back up, I’m met by her perfect cunt.
Skylar wraps her hands around my head, pulling me back.
She spreads her legs, forcing me back to my destination.
I run long licks up and down her folds, and Skylar lets out her first toe-curling moan.
Her sounds of pleasure send me into a wild panic to keep her in the state of bliss.
Still holding her ass, I pull her closer, moving my tongue all over her core.
I suck her clit into my mouth, letting my tongue flick and lap all over it, sending a hand around her legs, fingers gently prodding her hole. Skylar buckles above me, her hips unintentionally thrusting back and forth.
“Mason, fuck, don’t stop,” she groans, and I do as instructed. I work frantically, using every part of my body, sliding my fingers in and out while my mouth goes to work. She’s practically screaming my name, and choked moans echo through my room.
Suddenly, Skylar lets out a guttural groan, dropping to the floor. I watch as her body spasms for a moment, an orgasm tearing through her body. She’s panting, unable to control the convulsions and her hand instinctively moves to between her thighs, sliding up and down her slick folds.
When Skylar finally catches her breath, she looks up at me, biting her lip.
“St…stand up,” she orders, and I jump to my feet.
This whole situation has only made my already uncomfortably swollen erection worse. I can feel every pump of blood rushing through it, and I can barely think straight anymore.
Skylar crawls along the floor slowly. Like a lioness stalking her prey, licking her lips at the sight of my cock. She makes her way directly to me, stopping an inch away from the tip. She sticks her tongue out, and as soon as it hits me, my legs turn to jelly.
“Fuck,” I groan out. Skylar looks up at me seductively and gives me a wink.
“You want me to touch it, don’t you?” she asks, grazing her fingertips along my inner thigh.
“No,” I shake my head. “I need you to touch it. To touch me.”
I’m nothing but weak around Skylar. She’s got complete control over me, and I know if she so much as touches me again, I won’t be able to hold back.
“No,” she says, and my heart sinks in my chest. Skylar takes her hand off of me, and pulls her shirt over her head, before tossing it aside. Her tits move up with the fabric, and then drop in a bounce that my cock jerks with them.
“I want you to touch yourself, and I’m going to watch.”
Skylar takes my hand, leading it to my shaft and releasing it when I have a firm grip.
She starts rubbing and playing with her tits, her eyes fixed on my hand, waiting for me to start.
I don’t disobey Skylar’s orders. Instead, I keep my eyes pinned on her as she caresses her breasts while starting my slow up and down strokes.
As I work my shaft, Skylar’s hands move down her body, slowly and seductively.
While one tugs and plays with her breast, the other mirrors the movement of my strokes.
The sight of her body twisting and moving, with pleasure shooting through her, sends me into overdrive.
The slow, rhythmic pulsing turns into harder, faster pumping of my fist.
When Skylar sees I’m about to break, she gets on her knees in front of me. She looks up, eyes fixed on mine, licking her lips.
“You’re going to cum for me, big boy?”
Those words send me into a spiral. I’m taken aback, and before I can finish the job, Skylar takes over. She grabs my cock, spits to lube it up, and wraps her lips around the head. There’s no hesitation or patience, only the frantic bobbing of her head as her hand moves up and down the length.
I clutch her hair, using her as my support. There’s no warning, no preparation; I have no words, only the feeling of my seed erupting and shooting into her mouth. Skylar laughs and groans and takes it all, her blue eyes never leaving mine.
I collapse to the bed as my goddess gets up off the floor. She reaches for her Scotch and takes a long sip. She bends down toward my ear, whispering. “You belong to me now.”
I know it’s true; there’s no trying to fight or deny it.
“I am yours, my queen.”