That delicious ache in my pussy was now throbbing.
“And how’s this? Good ?” He growled with that signature knot in his jaw.
“Yeah. Good .” I answered with a bite of my lip, and I swear his jaw twitched as he pulled my head back farther. I kept my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I did note a trace of affection in his voice that he was trying to mask with his dominance.
“You’re such a smartass little thing. Stop fucking with me.” I felt his breath in my ear. He was on the brink of losing his willpower.
I pressed my ass against his groin and moved my hips before his grip jerked my body to a halt. “I don’t know why you think I’m being a smart ass. I’m just honest. The whole date is sweet , really.
“Nothing about me has ever been described as sweet , darling.” He was getting more and more frustrated by the second.
This is so much fun. I was so turned on, but I still wanted to play. Actually, I hoped that my behavior warranted a spanking. I moved my body against his, and I didn’t think it was possible for his hold on my body to get any tighter. I ground against him and his fingers dug into my black T-shirt.
“Keep that up, and I’ll show you how sweet I really am.” He was daring me to challenge him. His voice was husky with need.
Please.
“Only if I give you permission,” I gave a coy response and he groaned. Without a word, he gripped my hips and forced me over the arm of the leather sofa.
“You think I’m still sweet , Ms. Pryor?”
“I never said you’re sweet. I said this date is sweet . It’s nice .” My watered-down descriptions were driving him wild.
I stretched out slowly, splaying myself. His grip dug into the denim on my hips and gave three sharp thrusts into my backside. I knew I’d already forgiven him. I was aware of how much my body craved his touch. I needed him to take me and possess me.
“Does this mean you forgive me?” I felt his fingers scrape lightly under my back, toying with the waistline of my pants.
“Oh… I don’t know.” I responded quietly and I felt Mason’s hands stiffen hesitantly. My smirk was internal. “How can I forgive every orgasm you’ve denied me?”
His breathing was ragged. “I’ll repay. Tenfold.”
I slowly straightened my body and turned to face him. I sucked on my lower lip as I looked up at him. His eyes were hooded with lust and need.
“Mm. I might need some convincing.” It was a playful jab. I moved away from him towards the glass dining table. I needed some ice water.
His next words stopped me in my tracks. “Admit it, darling. You like feeling my hands on you- possessing you, claiming you, owning you.”
The tingles that pleasured my nerve endings settled in my panties and I felt myself become wet. No matter what might have changed between us, I was still madly turned on by his filthy talk and his dominating presence. I had to face the fact that this is how I’m wired. I swallowed hard, feeling the need for ice water now, more than ever. I was playing coy, but he was still struggling to maintain the upper hand.
I turned to look at him. My face was flushed and my heart was rampant. A large part of me wanted to throw myself at him and let him ravage my body.
“Yes... “ I responded with a sigh in my voice and then took a deep breath to control my desire for him. I was sounding pathetic, but I needed to be honest with him.
“I have forgiven you, Mason. I did a lot of thinking, and I remember everything you have done for me and my family. I think that outweighs what what you planned to use me for…” My voice trailed for a moment as I thought deeply. “But, I remember what kind of man you really are, the man you try to hide from everyone. I’m going to be brutally honest- a part of me is still afraid you will hurt me again.”
Silence. I watched him cross the room, and uncork a bottle of French white wine
“And how’s this? Good ?” He growled with that signature knot in his jaw.
“Yeah. Good .” I answered with a bite of my lip, and I swear his jaw twitched as he pulled my head back farther. I kept my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I did note a trace of affection in his voice that he was trying to mask with his dominance.
“You’re such a smartass little thing. Stop fucking with me.” I felt his breath in my ear. He was on the brink of losing his willpower.
I pressed my ass against his groin and moved my hips before his grip jerked my body to a halt. “I don’t know why you think I’m being a smart ass. I’m just honest. The whole date is sweet , really.
“Nothing about me has ever been described as sweet , darling.” He was getting more and more frustrated by the second.
This is so much fun. I was so turned on, but I still wanted to play. Actually, I hoped that my behavior warranted a spanking. I moved my body against his, and I didn’t think it was possible for his hold on my body to get any tighter. I ground against him and his fingers dug into my black T-shirt.
“Keep that up, and I’ll show you how sweet I really am.” He was daring me to challenge him. His voice was husky with need.
Please.
“Only if I give you permission,” I gave a coy response and he groaned. Without a word, he gripped my hips and forced me over the arm of the leather sofa.
“You think I’m still sweet , Ms. Pryor?”
“I never said you’re sweet. I said this date is sweet . It’s nice .” My watered-down descriptions were driving him wild.
I stretched out slowly, splaying myself. His grip dug into the denim on my hips and gave three sharp thrusts into my backside. I knew I’d already forgiven him. I was aware of how much my body craved his touch. I needed him to take me and possess me.
“Does this mean you forgive me?” I felt his fingers scrape lightly under my back, toying with the waistline of my pants.
“Oh… I don’t know.” I responded quietly and I felt Mason’s hands stiffen hesitantly. My smirk was internal. “How can I forgive every orgasm you’ve denied me?”
His breathing was ragged. “I’ll repay. Tenfold.”
I slowly straightened my body and turned to face him. I sucked on my lower lip as I looked up at him. His eyes were hooded with lust and need.
“Mm. I might need some convincing.” It was a playful jab. I moved away from him towards the glass dining table. I needed some ice water.
His next words stopped me in my tracks. “Admit it, darling. You like feeling my hands on you- possessing you, claiming you, owning you.”
The tingles that pleasured my nerve endings settled in my panties and I felt myself become wet. No matter what might have changed between us, I was still madly turned on by his filthy talk and his dominating presence. I had to face the fact that this is how I’m wired. I swallowed hard, feeling the need for ice water now, more than ever. I was playing coy, but he was still struggling to maintain the upper hand.
I turned to look at him. My face was flushed and my heart was rampant. A large part of me wanted to throw myself at him and let him ravage my body.
“Yes... “ I responded with a sigh in my voice and then took a deep breath to control my desire for him. I was sounding pathetic, but I needed to be honest with him.
“I have forgiven you, Mason. I did a lot of thinking, and I remember everything you have done for me and my family. I think that outweighs what what you planned to use me for…” My voice trailed for a moment as I thought deeply. “But, I remember what kind of man you really are, the man you try to hide from everyone. I’m going to be brutally honest- a part of me is still afraid you will hurt me again.”
Silence. I watched him cross the room, and uncork a bottle of French white wine
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