Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2) (18 page)

18. Jillian Pryor

I woke to soft sunrays streaming down on my face.  I was tightly sandwiched between Mason’s strong arms, which were wrapped around my middle, and pressed against his solid body.  I felt slightly suffocated, pressed so firmly against him.  He held me as though he was afraid of letting me go.  I was afraid to move, for fear of waking him.  He was actually sleeping; I could feel his breathing against the back of my neck and I had a feeling he hadn’t been asleep for long.

I lie there with him holding me so strongly.  I felt the rock hard stiffness of his length pressed into my lower back.  It was so hard, it hurt a little.  I felt so wet just from feeling how stiff and long he was, pressing into my lower back.  I was wearing one of his white undershirts and a pair of my purple lace panties.  I had a feeling if I woke him, I wouldn’t have those panties intact for long.  I struggled between the thought of letting him sleep, and licking him.  I decided to let him sleep… there was always later. 

As discreetly as possible, I moved to slip out of the bed.  I made it as far as the edge of the bed, when I suddenly felt a powerful grasp on my wrist.

“Where are you going?”

I sighed, but smiled to myself.  “You are the lightest sleeper I’ve ever known.”

Strong arms pulled me back into the bed as the silk of his voice tickled my neck.  “Mm.  I wasn’t aware you have experience sharing beds with others.” 

“I don’t… You’re the only one.”  I looked up into his face as he stared down at me.  His body hovered over mine and he used a single knee to push my thighs apart.  There was a disapproving glare on his face as he noticed the violet lace still on my hips.  With a single swipe, they were torn from my hips.  The shredded material was used to swiftly bind my wrists together above my head.  My body wriggled beneath his grasp  and he sat on his knees, staring down at me.

I bit my lower lip as I moved a bare foot up and down his hard, muscled stomach.  I watched the fire dance in his eyes as I caressed his olive, toned body with my foot.  He pushed my foot out of the way and pressed his body against mine.  He used two hands to shove my thighs as far apart as possible. I felt so vulnerable this way, completely at his mercy.  He inserted a single finger between my slick lips, and I clenched around his finger.  Desire settled between my thighs and gave me an ache.  My back arched softly, and my body careened into his touch.

“More,” I begged in a blurt.

He looked at me with a devilish glimmer in his brown eyes, and retracted his finger.  My body writhed in objection. With both hands on my shoulders, he jerked my body upwards into a sitting position.

“Mason, what-?”

“Hush.”  He was commanding, leaving no room for rebuttals or questions.  With ease, he grabbed a long black silk tie that had been carelessly tossed over an armchair. 

Without a word, he wrapped the black silk in swift, smooth layers over my eyes.  It secured tightly over the bridge of my nose and the world quickly became dark around me.  I couldn’t see a damn thing.  I could only feel his movements, and smell the scent of him.  I felt him loop the tie around the torn panties that cuffed my wrists together, and he secured the knot to the wooden bedframe. 
Oh my God
.  My arms were secured above my head, and I could barely budge them.  The world remained black around me, heightening my other senses.  I sensed him hover over me.  I could smell him.  Liquid pools of heat built up between my thighs and my clit pulsed with anticipation. 

His fingers suddenly trailed in feather light strokes down my heated skin- from my stomach, to my hips, and down to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.  I shuddered at the pleasure.  Tingles exploded in gentle bursts all over my nerve-endings.

“Ohh.  Mason,” I arched into his torturous strokes.  They were so light, he was barely grazing my skin with the tips of his fingers.

He made no sound; I could only hear my own ragged, desperate breathing.  The bed shifted under his weight as he moved into position.  I could sense that he was sitting on his knees, between the heat of my thighs.  His hands were like a vice around both of my ankles as he lifted my leg into the air.  I was so sure he was about to fuck me.  I was ready. I was needy.  I felt swollen and aching for his thick, hard cock.  I felt my ass grind against the sheets, outside of my control, as my body writhed for him.

“Mason…”  I moaned softly.  My body couldn’t take much more of this anticipation.

“Don’t think.  Just feel.”  I felt a single finger run softly down my inner thigh, to my calf, to the ball of my foot.  This was driving me wild. Pure, delicious torment. 

Suddenly, his hot mouth was on my big toe.  His lips enveloped my toes, one by one, sucking, nipping. 
Ah!
 

Instinctively, I yanked my foot away, but his iron grip on my ankle held me in place and his lips never left my foot.  I was never aroused by the idea of toe-sucking.  In my opinion, feet were never considered sexual parts of the body, but the way Mason sucked and nipped at my toes had me so incredibly aroused.  His thumb massaged the ball of my foot, and my heel, as he ravished my foot with his tongue and lips.  He’d never done this to me.  Ever.  It was so sensual.  With darkness surrounding me, I could only feel.  My body was sizzling under his touch.

He positioned my left foot in the air and repeated the same luscious sucking and nipping he’d done with my right.  My breathing became heavier as he continued to make love with his mouth. 
Oh hell.
  His lips moved in a slow, sensuous, exquisite trail from my foot, up my calves, to my inner thighs.  His lips were hungry yet passionate, kissing up my legs, both in turn until he reached the apex of my thighs.  His warm breath tickled my glistening lips, and the stubble on his face scratched lightly, barely touching.  I was so wet, throbbing for him.  Desperately, I arched my back into him, coaxing him to give me more. More.

“Please, Mason.”  My plea was erratic, and I tugged on the restraints he resourcefully used.

“Please, what?”  He asked, moving away from me suddenly.  The cool morning air sent a chill to my skin.  I protested in a soft whine.

“Please.  I might combust if you don’t fuck me soon!”  I sounded pathetic and desperate.

He responded with a velvety chuckle, and the quickening whirr of a buzzing device greeted my ears. 

I gasped. 
He found the vibrator Elyse gave me!

“You went through my panty drawer!”  I blurted.

“Indeed.  Now, kindly shut up… unless you are moaning my name, of course.”

Darkness continued to surround me, thanks to his experience in tying knots.  I sensed him approach, and heard the whirring of the vibrator become louder and finally settle between my wet lips.  I bucked my hips gently, trying to give myself some friction against the vibrator.  Mason would not relent, I felt exquisite vibrations against my cit as he moved the head of the device in smooth circles around and around.

I let out a deep, breathy moan.  “Oh…  Oh F-f… Mason…”

The sensations were beyond description.  I was completely at his mercy and my toes were curling against the silk duvet. The bulb of my vibrator suddenly penetrated through my slick channel and I groaned as he began massaging my insides with it. 

“You like this?”  He asked in a sultry voice that was just sinful.

“Y-yes…”

“Feels good, hm?”  He inched it in slowly, then pulled out.  He had it on a low setting and it was torment.

“Yes…”  I whined, writhing my body.  My wrists rubbed against the lace of my panties, which remained firmly knotted in place.

“Tell me, my darling.  Does it feel as good as my cock?” The bulb continued to agonize me with such a slow tempo.

I whimpered in objection. “No…”

“No?”  He retracted the device from my throbbing pussy.

Stop tormenting me, damnit!

“No… Mason...Please…!”

He kept the vibrator away and I felt empty.  I let out a moan of objection, but then his mouth was on me.  His stubble scratched my sensitive skin while his tongue lapped at my juices.  He took my clit between his perfect lips and sucked.  Ribbons of pleasure suddenly caressed every nerve in my body and my toes curled, clenching the duvet.  I let out a sharp moan, which only encouraged him.  He continued caressing my heated, wet pussy with his tongue.

My chest heaved wildly, and then he pulled away without warning.  The cool air hit my hyper-sensitive swollen flesh and I clenched in response. 

“What about my mouth?  Does your toy feel as good?” 

Oh, God…

“No… never. Mason, please.  I can’t take much more.”

He answered with a smooth swipe of his tongue along my pulsing clit.  I nearly melted. His lips left me there, and moved up, kissing, licking, nipping the skin of my stomach, my hips and finally my breasts. 

I let out a shuddering breath as his tongue wrapped around each nipple and he sucked.  Hard.  I whimpered in reaction. 

Without warning, he slammed into me, and I cried out from the impact.  My back arched as he drove to the hilt in one swift, powerful thrust.  His fingers dug into the skin of my thighs as he gripped me.

“I’m going to fuck you so sore, you’ll never forget I was here.”  I could only hear the smooth, strong warning in his voice.  I was so turned on.  I wanted him to take me- strong, hard, deep.

“Is that a promise?”  I moaned, still reeling from his deep, forceful thrust.

He responded with another harsh thrust, splitting me open so I’d feel every inch of his cock.  He continued a tempo that was hard. Punishing. Ethereal.

“Does this feel as good as your toy?”  He asked with such authority in his voice. 

“Oh, God.  Mason.  More…”  I cried out.  I felt like I was about to lose my mind and explode. 

He continued his punishing rhythm, fucking every inch of me.  Suddenly, his hands bent my knees over my breasts.  His hands wrapped around my ankles in a strong grip and he slammed into me with such fury.  I nearly screamed, throwing my head back against the pillow. His thrusts were carnal, yet sensuous. I was past coherent thinking-blinded by his silk tie, my wrists knotted to the bed with my own torn panties. 

“More?”  He rasped.

“Please…” I could only beg. He answered with another deep thrust, filling me completely.  I could only
feel
and
holy hell
…  I clenched around him as I cried out, moaning his name repeatedly while I came.  His growl was feral as he continued hammering into me, claiming every inch.

My chest heaved so deeply, so overcome by such a climax, I didn’t realize how fiercely my nails dug into my palms as I curled my fingers. 

He continued pounding me hard and fast, never relenting in his rhythm.  His hands gripped my ankles as he slowed his tempo, grinding against my clit in a smooth, sensuous motion.  Sparks erupted deep within my core as he did this, and I moaned his name like a broken record. 

“Oh Jill.”  He gave one sharp guttural groan as he released deep inside me. 

I felt his body tremble as he collapsed between my thighs.  His weight nearly crushed me as his chest heaved wildly. I was still in a state of euphoria, and certainly wouldn’t complain if he decided we should stay in bed all day like this.

19. Mason Woodward

I rested with my face buried between her breasts for quite sometime.  I was in no hurry to leave this bed; The rest of the world could wait.  I felt her fingers caress my hair as we remained in silence.  It was such a calming, relaxing thing that she often did after sex. 

Five years ago, I would have laughed at the idea of having Jillian Pryor in bed with me.  Now, I loved her so much it fucking hurt.  I’ve gone and done something I swore I’d never do:  Fallen.  Hard.  I’ll do anything it takes to keep her safe from my father.

I suddenly stiffened as the reality of the situation crashed down around me.  Jillian’s fingers halted in their caress.

“What’s wrong?”  Her voice was soft and gentle.

I was at a loss for words in that very moment.  I took a few seconds to debate how and what I should say to her.  I promised her no more secrets. I promised no more games.  Still, I had plans… and I was at a loss for what to say to her.

There is no tactful way to tell this woman that my father hired a hitman to kill her, and will likely try it again if I don’t put a stop to it.  Jillian was completely oblivious to all of this, and telling her the truth would only alarm her and scare her. I had a strategy of my own in mind.  My decision was made, but the choices I was given would hurt no matter the outcome.  Still, nothing would compare to losing her permanently.

My lip curled into a snarl, and my fist clenched her hair in anger.  I didn’t realize I’d made such an act until she pulled my face to gaze at hers.

“Mason…” Her voice was soft, but agitated.

“Shower with me.”  I wasn’t about to have an argument after the unfuckingbelievable sex we’d just had. 

I untangled myself from her thighs and moved off the bed. 

“Get over here,” I gave a playful growl as I scooped her off the bed.  I carried her to the shower as she giggled softly.  I could distract her with another round of fucking in the shower.  The more time I bought myself from the truth, the better…

****

“Are you ready for your surprise?”  I whispered into her ear as she tried to towel her hair dry. 

Her soft laugh was music to my ears as I wrapped my arms around her waist.  I yanked the towel from her body and tossed it to the floor. 

“Twice wasn’t enough for you?”  She asked playfully, attempting to sound aggravated.  She watched our reflection in the mirror as my mouth moved from her neck to the cuff of her ear.

“Never enough,” I whispered.  I would never have enough of my little Jilly Bean. 

My eyes roved over our reflection. Her damp skin was flushed and her beautiful lips were slightly parted. 
I could take her all over again…

The chime of my mobile interrupted my thoughts and I relaxed my embrace on Jill. I groaned inwardly as I read the message from my sister.

Zara:  I could hear you both all the way from the dining room.  FYI headphones do only so much. I’m permanently scarred.

I keyed an answer in return: 
My house. My rules.

“What is my surprise?”  Jill asked, and it snapped my focus away from the text message.

She tilted her head to the side with a teasing grin. “Is it a puppy?  You know, I’ve been waiting almost ten years for you to fulfill that promise.”

I threw my head back and laughed, and then held my hands up in a gesture of surrender.  “That was not my fault.  I tried.  Your landlord wouldn’t allow it.”

Jill looked genuinely shocked as she rummaged through her side of the walk-in closet.  I wasn’t paying attention to her selections.  My focus was on that delicious ass.

“Wait a second.  You mean to tell me that someone else has been able to tell you ‘no’ and
actually
gotten away with it?”  She turned and blinked her dark eyes at me.

“I let him tell me no.”  I smirked.

“Ha. Right…”  Jill laughed and resumed rummaging through her closet.  She bent over to grab a pair of sandals, and I tilted my gaze to follow. 
Very nice.
She straightened and turned, breaking that scrumptious view.  She left the closet with her wardrobe selections.

“Besides, your brother threatened to knock me one if I did.”

“Well, we both know how that turned out-”  She suddenly stopped that random blurt and turned to look at me with apologetic eyes.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything…”

I was no longer in any laughing mood.  I was neither irritated nor angry with the reminder that I probably broke Travis’s nose when I found him in bed with my ex, but it was the reminder that I would have to face him again very soon. It had me on edge.

“Do you really want to know your surprise, or would you rather wait to see what it is?”  I asked her, attempting to break the silence between us.

“It will be a surprise, no matter what,” She smiled.  I watched her cross the room, and wrap her arms around my middle.  She pressed her head against my chest, and I felt myself melt at her touch.  This woman will never understand the hold she has over me.

My fingers raked through her damp hair.  “We’re going to Ohio this weekend to see your family.”

I felt her sudden intake of breath. “Really?  For how long?  Oh my gosh, this is the best surprise ever!” She bounced on her heels.

She has no idea this is only part of the surprise...

I had other hidden agenda up my sleeve, and I hoped it would turn out as I wished.  Still, I smiled at her reaction, then kissed her lips softly.

“Get dressed.  We’ll have breakfast and then pack for the trip. After our workout this morning, I am in desperate need for coffee.”

Jillian giggled, giddy with excitement.  I was feeling quite the opposite about this trip.  I planned this
vacation
out of pure love for Jillian, and nothing more.  The thought of seeing her brother made me uneasy. 

Zara was in the dining room, sipping a cappuccino, when we arrived.  I kept Jill’s hand firmly within my grasp as I led her into the room, and I felt her tense as my sister’s eyes fell on us.  Zara’s eyes were disapproving as she looked Jill up and down, but she said nothing. 
Good. 

Jillian felt uncomfortable around Zara, and for good reason, but I was not going to allow it to continue.

20.  Jillian Pryor

I watched the clouds float just outside the window of the plane.  I’d never seen such a view before; hell, I’d never flown in an airplane before.  A view from the sky was incredibly majestic and I was in awe of everything.  While I was growing up, we never had money to go anywhere.  Mom was a teacher in the public school system, and Travis could barely afford my tuition.  Even day trips were out of the question.  So, this was a real treat.  I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked between the view, and back to Mason.

He looked up from his laptop as I turned to him, and smiled.  I could see the smile did not reach his eyes.  He was doing all of this for me; but he was not looking forward to our visit to Ohio. 

Mason’s flight stewardess was a middle-aged woman, and appeared at his side with a smile plastered to her face.  He tilted his laptop screen slightly as she paused beside him.

“Champagne?”

For a two hour flight?
  I thought it was silly that Mason even had a waitress for such a short flight, but what do I know about these things?

“No, thank you.  I’ll have a gin-”  He stopped and glanced at me briefly.  “Club soda.”

“Do you have iced tea?”  I asked the waitress.

“Of course.”  She answered with a smile, and then left us to ourselves. 

I watched Mason lift his screen again.  He was stressed, and I wasn’t certain that his tension could be blamed entirely on the trip. 

“What are you working on?” I asked.

“Just some contact files,” he answered stiffly.  He leaned over and kissed my lips tenderly, then returned his gaze to the screen.

“I thought your secretary did that,” I gested.

He chuckled.  “If I left everything up to Elizabeth, there would be nothing left for me to do.”

I leaned slightly and kissed his shoulder.  “I love you.  Thank you for this…”

He closed his computer and pulled my face to gaze upon his.  “Anything for you, my darling.”  He gave me a soft, sensual kiss which could have grown into more if the waitress had not returned.

She handed our drinks to us and then skittered away.  I sipped my iced tea and watched the clouds again.  Beneath the breaks in the clouds, I could see patches of green, and brown on the ground thousands of feet below us.  I was purely mesmerized.

The buzz of Mason’s cell phone broke me from my zone.  He pulled his phone from the pocket of his denim and I saw the briefest glimpse of the caller on the screen.

Aislinn.  What the hell?

My face flamed in confusion.  Mason eyed me for the faintest second before he took the call.

“Yes?”  His voice was clipped, precise, yet not at all terse.

I could hear the faint, elegant voice of a woman on the other end, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying.  He slipped his arm around me and pulled me close to him while he listened to whatever Aislinn was saying.

“Yes, I’m aware…”  His side of the conversation was vague.

“No, I’m not going to put her in that place.  I am on business for the weekend, and then I will be in Vegas sorting things out… Right.”

He kept his arm wrapped around me as he rested his ankle on the thigh of his pants.

“You needn’t worry.  She is in good hands.  She is staying with Piper, and you know how Piper is-”  I watched him listen to the muffled words coming from the conversation.

“Yes, of course.  Thank you for checking on her.  My parents  were only concerned that the media did not learn about it… You’re all too familiar with that bullshit.  Right.  Cheers.”  He ended the call and then pulled me tightly against his body.

“Don’t worry about Aislinn.  She was only calling to ask after Zara.”  He explained to me unnecessarily. “They have been friends since they were children.”

“I know,” I snuggled against his body.  “I was just surprised to see her name on your phone, but I’d be a heartless bitch if I got jealous over something like that.  At least Zara has
someone
asking about her from England.”

Mason scoffed.

“Is she going to be alright without you in New York?”

“Yes, Piper knows the best doctors in Manhattan, and Zara will be staying with her from now on. Zara is in better hands with Piper than she would be with me. I think this transition will be good for my sister.  I wouldn’t have left Manhattan if I thought otherwise.”

I nodded quietly, contemplating everything.  Deep down inside, I had to wonder how Mason and I had a future together.  His father will never allow us to be together. What would he do if Mason ever told his family about me?  He clearly hid nothing from Zara when she showed up. Was I really worth that sort of trouble?  Did we actually have any real future?

“You’re thinking too much,” Mason’s stern tone broke my thoughts.

“How do you know?” 

His whisper in my ear was seductive and calming. “Your body stiffens and you become abnormally quiet whenever you start dwelling on concerns.  Zara will be alright. Don’t worry about my family.”  He planted a lush kiss just behind my ear.

“Someday soon, I am going to take you to Venice-”

“California, or Italy?”  I asked with a huge smile on my face.

Mason threw his head back and laughed.  He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me hungrily.  His tongue parted my lips and roved over mine within my mouth.  He pulled away slowly, and then nibbled on my ear and he whispered sweet promises.

“Italy.  I will fuck you in this plane the whole way over.  Then, we’ll sail in the south of France, and I’ll pleasure you on the yacht until you scream, trembling, sore and well-fucked.” 

I swallowed hard.  The chills that tingled down to my core were delicious.  My body shuddered, and he chuckled. 

His hand raked through my wild waves, then trailed down the curves of my body and gripped my hips tight.  He ground his cock against the thin silk fabric of my panties.  He was so hard, bulging and constricted beneath the tent of his denim.

“You’d like that, my Jilly Bean?  To feel my cock pound into you, smooth, hard and deep?”

“Mmm.”  I closed my eyes, imagining such pleasure.

This man is so tuned in to me, that he knows when and what I’m thinking. He knows how to ease my worries and redirect my thoughts.
I am so in love with him.
 

I was about to ask him to take me right here in this plane, just like this, but the waitress returned and awkwardly announced that we would be landing in Cleveland in about twenty minutes.  The thought of seeing mom, Travis, Aunt Mel, Uncle Joe and my cousins sent a thrill of anticipation through me.  And Mason would be there with us.  It honestly felt like my whole family would be complete, even if it was just for a weekend.