Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2) (12 page)

10.  Mason  Woodward

I cursed silently, doing what I could to hold it together until I was shut away with my own thoughts.  My cousins knew that my father had sought Tanaka and Yoshida’s partnership for years.  I did everything in my power to impress them and I worked my ass into the ground to do what was necessary to accomplish their favor.  My painstaking efforts were never enough for my father.

We all watched the red strip at the bottom of the screen as it gave the vague news release.  I felt Jill’s eyes on me with concern.  I glanced over and found Ian texting on his cell phone. 
Wanker
. I wanted to punch that fucking smirk off his face.

My father’s words played over and over in my mind, haunting my thoughts.
I wish Tanaka would just croak and let his son take over.  That boy is malleable...

That conversation was only two weeks ago.  My father was confident that I wouldn’t leak any suspicions.  After all, I knew most of his dirty secrets.  He was a filthy businessman, and claimed his tactics are what kept him on top of the food chain.

The truth is, that Japanese investor was no better a man than my own father.  I shook these negative thoughts from my mind.Call me insensitive and callous, but I felt nothing towards his lost life.  My father will give me an earful, to be sure… but that will be for another night. 

You’re not going to dwell on this Tanaka bullshit,
I admonished myself silently
. 

Tonight, I will fulfill the promise I made to her.
 

I squeezed Jillian’s hand and leaned in to whisper into her ear.  From a distance, it probably looked like I was whispering sweet nothings.

“Let me take you home so I can fulfill my promise. I’m going to drill you with my cock and feel you from the inside out.” 

I could feel the heat radiating off my Jilly Bean as I whispered those words into her ear.  She was so flushed, so gorgeous, so fuckable. 
Mine.

11. Jillian Pryor

My heart was thumping wildly in my chest as Mason pulled his Benz up to the ornate brownstone building at West 87th Street.

“You are aware that this is not an apartment, right? It’s a house,” I teased once he’d opened the door for me and helped me out. 

“It started out that way,” He explained as we walked up the perfect stone path toward the porch.  “The first floor was my apartment while I was completing my first Grad year at NYU.  I ended up buying the whole building from Jackson and had the renovations done.  I still call it ‘the apartment’ out of habit.”  He flashed me a grin that singed my panties. Once we had left the pub, he relaxed a bit, but he was still visibly tense and on edge.

The keys jingled as he unlocked the door and waited for me to enter first.  The lights flicked on automatically as I stepped into the foyer.  Everything appeared as I remembered it.  It had only been about three months since I had been in this house, but it felt like so much longer than that.  I felt his hand on my lower back rest just above my ass and he ushered me into the living room.  His gesture was silent, yet commanding.  I watched him set his wallet, keys, and rolex onto the polished glass stand next to me.  He handed me a diamond studded keychain with the initial ‘J’ engraved on a rectangular clasp.  A small silver key dangled on the end of the overly expensive keychain.  There was nothing simple about the way Mason did things, even when it came to buying me a keychain.  I blinked, surprised, as he handed this to me.

“Another gift?”  I asked.

“The proper response would be ‘thank you’,” He gave me a stiff smile.  The knot was tight in his jaw and I saw the tension radiating off his body as he flexed his knuckles.

“Thank you for this unnecessarily fancy keychain.”  I looked up at him with a sugary sweet smile.

He smirked darkly down at me.  “I have some calls to make. Go upstairs and wait for me.  Lay face down in the middle of the bed, and I expect your hands behind your back when I enter.”  His tone was domineering and he left no room for argument or challenge before he left me alone in the living room.  I heard the door to his study click as he closed himself off to take care of some unknown business.

A chill of excitement raced through me.  I didn’t know exactly what he had planned, but whatever it was, it would be delicious.  I’d be left panting and breathless.

I climbed the narrow stairs that ascended to the third floor.  With a jittery hand, I pushed the silver key into the knob and turned.  I fumbled in the dark for the light switch and managed to flick the light.  The entire room was illuminated and I gasped again as the contraptions and furniture triggered the memory of my last time in here. 

My eyes skimmed over all the furniture, the cuffs which were built into the walls at various locations within the room.  The steel beam was just above my head, and I closed my eyes briefly as I relived the night when he chained my arms above my head.  He lifted me so effortlessly and impaled me to the hilt.  The spikes of pleasure that coursed through my body was indescribable.  I’m stronger now than I was back then, but there is no denying that I will always crave the way Mason commands my body.  I
need
it as much as he
needs
to dominate me.

Once I’d taken in the sight before me and recounted the vivid memories of my one and only night in here, my eyes fell to the king size, four post bed on the other side of the room.  A silk black mask was laid in the middle of the slate blue duvet.  I stripped out of my clothes, and left them in a pile by the bed.  I peeled the purple lace from my hips, now soaked from my anticipation and desire for Mason.  He never specified how long he would take to come up here, and I wouldn’t disappoint by not following his orders.  Carefully, I climbed onto the middle of the bed and lay on my stomach.  My arms remained at my sides.  I planned to place them over my back when I heard footsteps on the staircase because laying in a position like that for too long would be uncomfortable.

I lay in this position for a long time.  There was no clock in this room, so I can’t say how long I waited.  There was no noise to be heard from downstairs.  I felt myself get impatient and my body writhed with anticipation for what he would do to me. 

I must have dozed off during the time that I waited for him, because I suddenly felt his hands on my hips.  His hands were rough as they ran over my skin, from my hips to my waist and up my back.  Still, there seemed to be a control and patience in his aggressive touch.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one large hand. 

“You disobeyed my instructions.”  His voice was crisp and I felt a wild adrenaline at the authoritative tone in his British voice.  I was already so slick between my thighs, and I felt even more heat flood down there.

The mask made the world around me pitch black, and I could only sense and feel.  It made my body feel alive.  Even the slight brush of his fingers sent a fiery tingle down to my pussy, and I felt myself throb with need.  Suddenly, I felt his hands roped my wrists together, over my back as I lay on my stomach.  The rope was thick, but not bulky.  It felt soft but firm against my skin, not at all scratchy.  In swift, proficient movements, he entwined the rope around my arms, nearly up to my elbows.  He knotted my arms together with such expertise and I found myself letting out a sigh of wanting.

He chuckled darkly and I felt his body move around me.

“What should I do with you, Ms. Pryor?  You didn’t follow my orders.  I specifically said I wanted your hands behind your back when I entered, and I found you half-asleep on the bed instead.” 

I felt a single finger, feathery light, rake up my inner thighs as I lay there, still flat on my stomach.  The position was putting pressure on my breasts and I was growing uncomfortable, but the graze of his finger fueled my lust for him.

“I waited so long for you,” I sighed softly. 
First mistake.  I’m rusty at this.

“Sir.”  I added that last bit hastily. 
Too late.

He furiously gripped my hips, pulling my ass into an upward position.  I felt his tension and his need for release radiating off his body, especially as he forced my hips upright. I let out a moan and arched my lower back, causing my cheeks to protrude further into the air.  I heard a groan escape his lips and his fingernails bit into my skin, raking down to the globes of my cheeks. A hand suddenly imprinted on my left cheek and I let out a gasp at the shock.  The after-tingles settled right into my wetness.

“I expect my orders to be followed through efficiently.”  He sounded like he was in his office, giving orders to an employee and it was so hot.  My body writhed instinctively, pushing toward him more.

Another sharp sting greeted my other cheek and more tingles settled between my thighs. 

“Am I understood, Ms. Pryor?”  He asked, directly behind me.

“Yes, Sir.”  I was panting with lust.

“Good.”  The bed indented behind me from his weight and I felt the heat of his body so close to mine.  His hands kneaded my ass tenderly.  Then I felt his mouth on each cheek, nipping my skin and planting salacious kisses.  My breathing hitched as he kissed my skin there.  I felt light teeth marks amidst the way he used his mouth in that richly erotic way. 

“Please…”  It escaped my lips before I even knew what I was begging for.

“If you’re a good girl, you’ll be coming at least three times before the night is through.”  I felt his hot breath as it tickled my sensitive folds.  I was so wet for him, and I could tell by the way he was gripping my hips, he was struggling to control himself.

“Yes, Sir.”

His hands moved down my body and kneaded my ass again, before he spread the cheeks wider.  “So fucking beautiful.”

My body stilled, tensed at this brazen touch.  I should never expect anything less from Mason, but he’d never touched me
there
.  My whole body shuddered nervously.

“Relax,” he coaxed.  “I’ve taken two of your cherries. Tonight, I’ll have your third.  This virgin ass will be mine.”

Those words were so dirty, so wrong, and so hot all at the same time. 

How am I supposed to relax when he says something like that to me?

Oh!  I let out a deep gasp as I felt his mouth on my clit.  I was so lost in his forbidden promise that I had no warning before his mouth was on me.  My back arched instinctively, pushing my pussy further into his face.  He grabbed my legs with two hands and took me with such force.  His tongue circled around my clit between nips.  Ripples of pleasure erupted everywhere, especially when he began tonguing my slit.  I let out loud, gasping moans as I bucked my hips.

His grip was fierce on my thighs as he stilled me.  “Don’t fucking move, sweetheart.”

My body quivered as I fought to keep my frame still.  His tongue caressed the lips of my pussy.

“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he whispered as his breath tickled me again. 

Bound, and surrounded by darkness, I could only let him take what he wanted.  It was intoxicating and invigorating.  My senses were on fire.  I felt two fingers push into my wet heat.  The urge to buck into his hand was so strong, but I had to contain myself.  He thumbed my swollen clit, and it caused me to clench around him.  I suddenly felt a torrent of pleasure wash over me as I released.  He pulled his fingers out at the beginning of my orgasm and he watched my body writhe. 

I suddenly felt the slamming thrust of his thick, hard cock.  He pushed into me, all the way to the hilt.  I was already so wet and needy, that he slid in balls-deep.

“Mm.  Good girl,” He ran his hands along my arms briefly before he supported my body with his strong grip on my hips.  He pulled my body up slightly to relieve the ache that was forming in my neck from the weight of this position.  I was still coming down from my orgasm and I flexed around his cock as he began pumping me with such a madness.  The feeling was euphoric and I moaned and cried out loudly as he moved in and out of me.

He pulled out suddenly, and fingered my swollen pussy.  Then I felt that slick finger on the ring of my ass.  I sucked in a deep breath as he began playing with the forbidden area of my body. 

“Relax,” he assured me.  “This will make you feel so good once you get used to it.  I promise.”

I still felt nervous about the idea.  He continued to toy with my ass, and slid his pinky finger inside the pucker.  I didn’t know what to make of the foreign, invading feeling, but I didn’t want to tell him to stop.

His large, muscular body leaned over my small frame and he whispered in my ear. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded before I remembered myself.  “Yes… Yes, Sir.”  My voice quivered slightly.

He slid the finger inside deeply and I let out a gasp. I still felt his rock hard dick pressed against my backside as he played with my hole, now adding a second finger.  Ever so slowly, he began working his fingers in and out of the pucker.  I squeezed my eyes closed.  I felt my heart in my throat.  The ache in my pussy was magnified by his fingering, though.  A moan escaped before I realized it.  The aching turned into a throb as he continued to play with me there.

Suddenly, he slammed his cock back into my swollen, aching folds.  He began pumping me again while he balanced my body by the hips.  I heard his deep groans as he gave me a few more quick thrusts.  When he pulled out, I was left feeling empty.

He kept his hands on my hips tightly, and I knew I’d be seeing some bruises in the morning.  The tip of his cock was positioned at the center of my ass, still slick with my juices.

“Relax and breathe,” he reminded me as he very gently began pushing his way through the tightness.  I squeezed my eyes shut as the feeling of discomfort and pressure greeted me.

“Let me in, Jill.  Shh, relax,” he whispered softly, but it was still a command.  I complied to the best of my ability.  I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled, and he pushed in another half-inch.  He kissed down my back, around my shoulders and my neck.  I careened into his sensuous touch.  It was enough to calm my body and he’d pushed most of his length in.  I bit my lower lip as he slowly began moving in and out.  It started to feel good.  He picked up the tempo, and I heard him growl into my ear. There was such a pressure, a different kind of pleasure building up within me. 

“Oh, Jill…”  His breathing was strained as he continued in steady strokes.  One hand  reached lower and began circling my pulsing clit.  He began rubbing my pink flesh aggressively as he continued thrusting.  He was so animalistic behind me and I could not hold back the orgasm that came crashing through me.  I clamped my lower region in response as I cried his name loudly.

His growl sounded more like a roar as he exploded inside me. His breathing was harsh, like he’d just run a marathon. I felt the perspiration on his face as he planted a few kisses on my neck and shoulders before he pulled out of me.  Tenderly, he untied my arms from the knotted rope and kissed my arms and wrists.  Then his mouth crashed down on mine and I tasted myself on his lips.

“How do you feel?”  He asked as he lovingly caressed my face.

“Good.  Really good.”  I smiled.

“You can always tell me if something is too much.”  He reminded me before his lips enveloped mine again.  He pressed his forehead to mine for a brief minute.