be like? I’d go back to his clubhouse? Be their whore instead? I’d just be changing the geography of my prison.
What if Mason meant more than that? What if he mean we could be together? What the fuck did that mean? He already made it clear there would be no power struggle in that relationship. Hell, he made it sound like the decision had been made for me.
Needing to keep my mind occupied, I decided to clean out the storeroom. Between the dust and the unorganized manner those bastards kept things, I’d be busy all afternoon. After I finished stocking the bar, I told Jessica where to find me and headed off in there.
It took almost two hours to get the boxes organized and the trash put to the side. The door to the storeroom opened, as I turned around. I nearly screamed from the surprise of finding someone standing in the doorway, and my heart jumped when I noticed that someone was Mason.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.” He laughed softly and reached out to steady me. I put the box I’d been holding down and wiped my hands on my jeans.
“You’re back.” I stated the obvious.
He took a step toward me, shutting the door behind him. “Yeah, I’m back.” His voice dipped. Another step in my direction. He stalked me. I shuffled backward until I backed into the rack. “Careful.” He reached out and steadied the rack with both hands on either side of me. Trapping me where I was. “Now about our talk.”
“Don’t’ start that again.” I tried to laugh it off. I hadn’t expected to feel so aroused just by seeing him. Just looking at him made me want him. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“You’ll come back with me to the clubhouse.”
“And be your whore? No.” I shook my head.
I should have expected it, but it still surprised me when he moved his hand and cupped my sex. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of his fingers, his palm as he pressed against me. I closed my eyes, determined not to feel anything he did to me. “Mason-”
“Shh. I don’t want you to say anything other than yes sir or thank you sir. Got it?” He began to move his fingers, and I clenched my hands. It felt as though there was no material between his hand and my body, his fingers triggered such a response from me. I opened my eyes and found his staring at me, the blue of his eyes dark. “Do you understand, Lucy?”
He leaned forward, inhaling deeply. “Fuck you smell good. Answer me.”
“Yes.” I nodded, my legs began to wobble, my knees went weak from the delicious torture he continued to apply between my legs.
“What?” His hand stilled and I groaned.
“Yes, Sir.” I corrected myself and nearly came undone when his hand went back to work, harder now, with more force.
“That’s a good girl.” He leaned toward me further still, the stubble on his chin rubbing against my cheek, as he brought his mouth down to my neck. I tilted my head away, giving him better access. His teeth scratched over my skin just before his tongue licked away the sting. “You missed me.” He breathed in my ear. Tingles shot through me.
I wanted him to kiss me then, to possess me as he had so many times before. Instead, he wound his free hand into my hair, pulling my head back. “Mason.” I breathed, but didn’t know what I wanted to say. Stop? No, that wasn’t it. Please?
“I’m right here.” He spoke softly into my ear. The heat of his breath sending
What if Mason meant more than that? What if he mean we could be together? What the fuck did that mean? He already made it clear there would be no power struggle in that relationship. Hell, he made it sound like the decision had been made for me.
Needing to keep my mind occupied, I decided to clean out the storeroom. Between the dust and the unorganized manner those bastards kept things, I’d be busy all afternoon. After I finished stocking the bar, I told Jessica where to find me and headed off in there.
It took almost two hours to get the boxes organized and the trash put to the side. The door to the storeroom opened, as I turned around. I nearly screamed from the surprise of finding someone standing in the doorway, and my heart jumped when I noticed that someone was Mason.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.” He laughed softly and reached out to steady me. I put the box I’d been holding down and wiped my hands on my jeans.
“You’re back.” I stated the obvious.
He took a step toward me, shutting the door behind him. “Yeah, I’m back.” His voice dipped. Another step in my direction. He stalked me. I shuffled backward until I backed into the rack. “Careful.” He reached out and steadied the rack with both hands on either side of me. Trapping me where I was. “Now about our talk.”
“Don’t’ start that again.” I tried to laugh it off. I hadn’t expected to feel so aroused just by seeing him. Just looking at him made me want him. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“You’ll come back with me to the clubhouse.”
“And be your whore? No.” I shook my head.
I should have expected it, but it still surprised me when he moved his hand and cupped my sex. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of his fingers, his palm as he pressed against me. I closed my eyes, determined not to feel anything he did to me. “Mason-”
“Shh. I don’t want you to say anything other than yes sir or thank you sir. Got it?” He began to move his fingers, and I clenched my hands. It felt as though there was no material between his hand and my body, his fingers triggered such a response from me. I opened my eyes and found his staring at me, the blue of his eyes dark. “Do you understand, Lucy?”
He leaned forward, inhaling deeply. “Fuck you smell good. Answer me.”
“Yes.” I nodded, my legs began to wobble, my knees went weak from the delicious torture he continued to apply between my legs.
“What?” His hand stilled and I groaned.
“Yes, Sir.” I corrected myself and nearly came undone when his hand went back to work, harder now, with more force.
“That’s a good girl.” He leaned toward me further still, the stubble on his chin rubbing against my cheek, as he brought his mouth down to my neck. I tilted my head away, giving him better access. His teeth scratched over my skin just before his tongue licked away the sting. “You missed me.” He breathed in my ear. Tingles shot through me.
I wanted him to kiss me then, to possess me as he had so many times before. Instead, he wound his free hand into my hair, pulling my head back. “Mason.” I breathed, but didn’t know what I wanted to say. Stop? No, that wasn’t it. Please?
“I’m right here.” He spoke softly into my ear. The heat of his breath sending
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