City of Sin (18 page)

Mason

I opened up the lid to one of the pans on the stove and oil
splashed onto my t-shirt. "Shit." I quickly pulled off my shirt and
tossed it onto the floor. I didn't know why I had offered to cook. I had no
idea what the hell I was doing. Dinner didn't really matter, though. Tonight
was only about one thing. And we both knew it. But it was more than just sex to
me. I needed to hold out until she begged me. If I could stick to the game
plan, I could have her for as long as I wanted. Which meant she most likely had
to eat this meal before I fucked her. Hopefully it was edible.

I opened up the oven door and looked at the casserole dish.
It looked like it was cooking nicely. The broth was bubbling and it smelled
good. I closed the door and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Bee was refreshing, but she was also torturing me. Ever since
I had started attending the gala I had always gotten laid afterwards. Bee had
ruined my perfect record. And I was mad at her. I had talked with her all
night.
Talked.
And tonight wasn't just about finally having her. It was
about punishing her for all the hell she had been putting me through. The
waiting was unbearable. I could feel my erection pressing against my jeans.
Even thinking about her made me hard. Or maybe it was just because I hadn't cum
in over a week.

A knock sounded on the door. I took a deep breath. I just
needed to stick to the plan. And hopefully she didn't catch on that the front
desk thought she was a prostitute. That would not be a good start to our
evening. I ran my hand through my hair and opened up the door.

I don't know what it was, but she seemed to look even sexier
every time I saw her. She didn't say anything, she was just staring at my abs.
It was a good thing I was a messy chef. This was a pretty good start to the
night. I had the urge to kiss her. But we weren't in a relationship. I didn't
need to kiss her hello.
Stick to the plan.

"You're not wearing a shirt," she said, without
looking up at me. Her eyes seemed to be stuck on my abs. She was horny. Maybe
even as horny as me. It was written all over her face.

"I got oil on it while I was cooking. I can go put on
another one if you want."

"No, that's okay." She finally looked up at my
face. "Maybe I should just take mine off so we're even?" She laughed
and then looked away from me, clearly embarrassed. "I was actually
debating whether or not I should wear any clothes at all. You know, the whole
naked under the trench coat thing?" Her face was bright red. "But I'm
not, see." She took off her jacket. "Fully clothed." She closed
the door and her eyes gravitated back toward my six pack.

She was so innocent, yet somehow kinky as hell. There was no
debate about what was on her mind. She looked nervous and excited at the same
time. Wasn't that enough? She clearly wanted me.
Screw dinner. Screw the
plan. I needed her now.
I pressed myself against her, pinning her against
the door. I grabbed her arms and lifted them over her head. She didn't resist
my touch at all.

"Keep your arms up," I said. I pushed her sweater
up her waist, over her breasts, and up her arms. I threw her sweater down on
the floor.

She kept her arms raised and blinked her long lashes at me.

I had never been tempted to abandon a plan before. What was
this girl trying to do to me? I moved my hand to her back and unstrapped her
bra. I tried not to think about the fact that I was the one caving in as I
pulled her bra slowly down her arms, exposing her ripe breasts. Her nipples
were hard, making her arousal even more evident. She looked embarrassed,
standing in the middle of my foyer without her top. She moved her hands to
cover herself, but I grabbed them.

"Turn around." I couldn't wait to tie her up and
have my way with her. I could still make this happen under my terms.

She shook her hands free and placed them on my six pack. I
lowered my eyebrows. No one ever defied me. She was pushing all my buttons. She
lowered her hands down my stomach and touched my belt. I looked down at her as
she unhinged the clip and pulled my belt out of the loops. Her fingers were shaking
as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. Everything she did was so sexy and it
had me on edge.

"Turn around," I repeated.

She bit her lip as she looked up at me.

Fuck it.
I grabbed the back of her neck and brought
her lips to mine. If she wasn't going to listen to me, I'd just fuck her until
she screamed my name. I was done playing games. I needed to be deep inside her
tight pussy. I grabbed her ass and lifted her legs around me.

Bee

I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed the back of his
neck, deepening the kiss. My resolve had started to disappear when I saw his
perfectly sculpted body. And any resolve that may have remained had evaporated
as soon as he removed my bra. I didn't know what I expected to happen tonight.
But this was what I had wanted. My plan was to be sexy and I'm pretty sure I
had failed. But it didn't seem to matter. We had barely said five words to each
other before he had started undressing me. I had never felt so wanted in my
life. And I had never wanted something so badly in my life.

Mason held me against him and set me down on the edge of the
kitchen counter.

"We'll do it your way then," Mason said. His voice
sounded tight. He was so wound up. He grabbed one of my boots and pulled it
off, quickly followed by the next.

"My way?" I panted. I couldn't help it. I was so
aroused. He was so sexy and domineering. And his words were so dirty. I wanted
his tongue back in my mouth.
No.
I wanted his tongue
down there
.
I swallowed hard.

"Vanilla." He undid the button of my jeans and
quickly unzipped them.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I no longer
cared. Everything he did was so sexy. I wanted to do whatever he wanted. But I
was nervous, because I had no idea what that entailed.

"Mason." My voice sounded breathless. I put my hand
on his chest.

He pulled back and looked at me.

"You promised me a tour." I was chickening out. I
had only ever had sex with Patrick. And he cheated on me. I wasn't good at
this. I wasn't experienced like Mason was. I couldn't make him feel the way he
was making me feel.

"You're killing me, Bee." It seemed like he was
undressing me with his eyes. It was unnerving and exciting.

"I'm not very experienced," I blurted out.

"Is that what this is about?" He smiled at me
seductively. "I know that." He kissed the side of my neck.
"Baby, I was the first person to ever make you come." He kissed the
side of my neck again.

"Mmm."
God.
I put my hand on his chest
again. "I just think that maybe this is not going to be as good as you're
thinking." I was so embarrassed.

He sighed and placed his hands on the counter on either side
of me. "I like that you're inexperienced. Trust me, you're not going to
disappoint me. You couldn't possibly disappoint me."

I wasn't sure if that was true. He said he was going to do it
my way instead of the way he wanted. Wasn't that disappointing? I didn't want
that. I wanted all the dirty things he talked about. I wanted him to do
unspeakable things to me. "I don't want to do this my way. I want to do it
your way."

He lowered his eyebrows slightly.

"I want you to do whatever you want with me." I put
my hands out in front of me. He had talked about handcuffs before. I think I
wanted that. "Whatever you want."
God, I'm such a slut.

"Fuck, Bee." He grabbed my waist and lifted me up
over his shoulder.

"Mason!"

He slapped my ass hard.

Oh God.
I liked how that felt. His palm stayed pressed
against the back pocket of my jeans. He was carrying me somewhere, but instead
of paying attention, I was looking at his ass. I had unzipped his jeans, so
they were hanging slightly lower than the waistband of his boxers. His ass
looked good in jeans. Even better than it did in his suit pants. I ran my hand
down the muscles on his back and traced the waistline of his boxers. I could
get used to this view.

As soon as I thought it, he threw me down onto his bed. When
I looked up at him, he had an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. He looked like he
had me right where he wanted me, like I was finally giving him what he needed.
I swallowed hard. The sheets smelled like his cologne and it was arousing me
even more. I wasn't sure how many other girls had laid just like this in his
bed before, but he was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world
that he wanted.

"Get in the middle of the bed," he said as he
stared down at me.

I didn't want to move. I wanted to revel in this moment.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. His grip was
tight. "If we're doing this my way, it means you have to listen to
me."

"Okay."

He put his hand on the side of my face. "Trust me, baby,
you're going to like this."

"And why do you think that?"

"Because you're tired of making decisions. You want
someone to take control for you. That's why you're here. You want me to show
you everything that you've been missing. You want to surrender to me."

"And that's what you want? You want to take control of
my body?" I never wanted him to stop looking at me the way that he was
right now. He was right. I was so sick of making decisions. I wanted him to
make them for me.

He smiled down at me. "I just want you."

"Okay." It seemed like he always knew exactly what
to say. Maybe he'd still like me even if I wasn't good at this. I wanted to
surrender to him. And maybe I could learn how. "Show me."

"Turn around." His voice was more authoritative
than before. It was like how he got me to stay on our first date. I liked how
demanding he was.

This time, I turned away from him. He pushed my hair to one
side and ran his fingers down my spine. The feeling of his fingers on my skin
made my heart race. Something glimmering caught my eye. I looked over at his
headboard and spotted two sets of handcuffs. He hadn't been joking. And I
couldn't wait to feel the metal around my wrists.

When his fingers reached the waistline of my jeans, he ran
his hands around my hips. His fingers brushed against the top of my thong. I
could feel his erection pressed against my ass. Every inch of me felt aroused,
and he had barely touched me. I wanted him so badly.

"Mason." I arched my back slightly and pressed my
ass against him.

"Don't move," he said and pulled back slightly.

I couldn't wait. It felt like he was torturing me on purpose.
I reached down to pull my pants off, but he grabbed my hands.

"Bee, you asked me to show you."

His warm breath on the back my neck made me ache between my
thighs. "But I..."

He grabbed my arm and turned me around so that I was facing
him. "You need to do exactly what I tell you." The smell of his
cologne made me even wetter.

I let my eyes wander down his six pack.

He grabbed my chin and titled my face back up to his.
"Do you trust me, Bee?"

Do I?
"Yes."

He frowned for a fraction of a second, but then the intensity
returned to his features. "Then close your eyes."

I wanted to protest. I didn't want to not be able to see him.
But I had asked him to show me. I closed my eyes.

His hands immediately fell from my arms. I was suddenly very
aware of the fact that I was topless in the middle of his bedroom. I tried to
listen to what he was doing. It sounded like a drawer may have opened. A second
later, I felt something silky fall against my face. I opened my eyes, but I
couldn't see anything. He tied the blindfold tightly around my head.

"But I want to see you." I reached out and my hand
landed on his chiseled abs. I loved the feeling of his muscles.

"You need to learn how to give up control."

My hand slid upwards as he kneeled down in front of me. He
hooked his fingers in my belt loops and slowly pulled my jeans down over my
hips. As he pulled my pants down my thighs, he left a trail of kisses down my right
thigh.

"Mason," my voice trembled. I wanted anything that
he would give me, his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Don't speak." He
placed my hands on his shoulders as he helped me step out of my jeans.

I had been so focused on his abs that I hadn't even noticed
how muscular the rest of him was. I let my hand wander down his shoulders to
his biceps.

A second later I felt his warm breath through my lacy thong.
Fuck.
He was right. A blindfold made it better. All I could focus on was what he was
doing to me.
Or not doing to me.

"Now turn around," he said. His voice was firm and
demanding.

I was so wet.
Why is he torturing me?
And I didn't
want to let go of his biceps.

"Turn around, Bee."

I reluctantly turned around. I was bad at being told what to
do. But I wanted to experience his world. And I just wanted him inside of me.

"I love how eager you are, Bee. But the buildup is half
the fun." He pushed the center of my back, making my fall forwards. I
immediately put my hands out to catch myself. My palms landed on his soft
comforter. He pressed down on the small of my back, making my ass jut into the
air. He grabbed my waist and pressed his hard cock against my ass. It felt
huge, even through his jeans. He moved one hand to my stomach and slowly let it
dip beneath my thong. He lightly stroked my wetness.

God, yes.
I pushed my ass against his boner.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He lightly brushed his
fingers against me, teasing me.

"Please," I moaned and gyrated my hips.

He sunk his finger inside of me.

Yes!

"You're so tight." He slowly moved his finger in
and out of me.

"Faster," I groaned.

Mason pulled his finger out. "Patience, Bee." He
turned me around and put my hands on his six pack.

I let my fingers trail down his abs.
Had he taken off his pants?
My heart skipped a beat as my fingers ran down his happy trail.
He's naked.
I wrapped my hand around his massive cock. I wished I could take this stupid
blindfold off. I so badly wanted to see his naked body.

"Tonight is not about you asking for what you
want," Mason said. "It's about giving you what you need."

Was giving him head what I needed? Maybe it was. I wanted to
please him. I liked giving him head. And I liked the taste of him. I was about
to kneel in front of him when he pushed me back onto the bed.

"Get in the middle of the bed. And put your hands above
your head."

I moved backward to what I thought was the center of the bed
and put my hands above my head. The bed sagged slightly and I felt the cool
metal of the handcuffs against my skin. They sent shivers through my body as he
secured them to one of my wrists and then the other.

"The safe word is vanilla," he said.

"What?"

"The safe word."

I had heard the phrase safe word before, but I didn't know
that people actually used it.
What is he going to do to me?

I heard the bed squeak as he got off of it. I felt so
exposed, handcuffed to his bed wearing nothing but my thong. I heard him open a
drawer
. What is he doing?
Not knowing was making me even more wet. I
tried to pull my arms down, but the metal dug into my wrists. If I had known he
was going to do this, I would have touched him more when I had the chance

A moment later I felt the bed sag slightly as he climbed back
onto it. He sat between my legs, leaned over me, and put his lips around one of
my nipples. He sucked on it hard and his fingers squeezed my other nipple. I
could feel them getting hard.

"Mason," I moaned.

"You needed to be restrained for this." He rubbed
something delicate across my stomach. It almost felt like feathers. He squeezed
my nipple hard as he rubbed the feathers along my other breast. The feathers
tickled my breast and then I felt a cold object encircle my nipple. I suddenly
felt a sharp pain where his mouth had been a moment before, as the cold object clamped
down on my nipple. I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. He pressed his
thumb against my clit.

"Oh." It was painful, but the pain was overcome
with pleasure as he massaged my clit. He pushed my thong to one side and
brushed his fingers against my wetness. I groaned. I wanted him inside of me
again. But he quickly moved his hand away.

"Fuck you taste good. I've been craving you all
week."

Did he just lick his fingers?
The pressure was growing
on my nipple. He squeezed my other breast hard and attached another clamp to my
other nipple.

"Mason," I whimpered. The clamps bit at my skin. I
tried to move my arms again, but I was completely immobile. The more my nipples
swelled, the more I could feel the pressure. It hurt but for some reason I kept
getting more aroused. Maybe it was because I knew he was naked between my
thighs.

He pressed his palm against my groin. "You're so wet for
me, baby."

I groaned as he pulled my thong off my hips and down my legs.
"Mason?" I wanted to see him. I wanted to watch what he was doing to
me.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Yes?"

"I need you inside of me."

He answered me by putting his lips around my clit. He sucked
on it hard.
Oh my God.
My hips rose to meet him. He pushed them back
down, holding me firmly to the mattress. He sucked on my clit again and then
stroked his tongue against my aching pussy. He spread my thighs wide and thrust
his tongue deep inside of me.

"Yes," I moaned as his tongue explored my walls. I
pulled on my restraints. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and push his
tongue even deeper. The metal handcuffs dug into my skin. The sensation of my
swollen nipples and his tongue deep inside of me was too much. I tilted my head
back and let myself surrender to him. "Mason!" He lapped up my juices
as I orgasmed around his tongue. He sucked once more on my clit, and then
released my thighs. Even though I had just come, I still craved his cock.

I felt something silky being bound to my ankle. "What
are you doing?"

"Your body is very responsive. You're going to need to
be completely restrained."