Chapter 13

Charlotte

Tension is rollingoff Mason in waves. I feel it, his arms like iron bands about me. “Go where?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, already knowing I’m saying ridiculous things. “I’ve been saving to leave Las Vegas once I got my degree. I could just disappear. Go back to Nebraska. Head to my aunt in Canada.”

“You’ve been planning to leave Vegas?”

I nip at my lip. “I am graduating. It’s natural to…” But my voice tapers off at the ferocity of his stare.

“What are you running from that scares you in Vegas?”

I swallow down a lump. “I thought I was best out of sight, out of mind.”

He’s got me tight against his front, and even through the towel, I can feel the hard press of his cock against my belly. “You were going to run from me.”

“You did threaten me.” My voice is small. Because after two years, it was pretty clear he wasn’t going to hurt me. But it’s just…things felt complicated here and…

He leans down, pressing his lips to the base of my throat where my pulse is thrumming wildly. “And you do like to run.”

What’s he talking about? But his teeth are nipping at my skin, causing a riot of sensations, even as the fingers of one his hands trace the top of the towel. “I haven’t run anywhere.”

“And you’re not going to now.”

I slowly shake my head. Because even though I have doubts about Mason, I know for right now, I’m safest with him. “No, I’m not.”

He relaxes a bit. “Did Leo scare you, sweetheart?”

I shake my head again. “Only a little. But I know you won’t let him hurt me.”

“Never,” he whispers into my neck as he finds the fold of the towel where one end is tucked to secure it and gives it a hard tug, sending the damp cloth to the floor.

I gasp, but he’s crushing me to his chest again, the hand that had been clenched on the towel at the small of my back, now cupping my ass, his fingers squeezing into my softness.

It’s commanding and a bit rough, but also…delicious. My head arches back and he skates his mouth down to the tip of one rosy breast, my skin still pink from my shower.

He sucks the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling about the puckering flesh as his teeth playfully bite. Maybe it’s a little harder than playful, but I cry out in pleasure, the little spike of pain making it even better.

He lets go of my ass cheek, but it’s only to slide his hand between my legs, cupping my sex in his palm.

I cry out but there is no pain in this touch. It’s all pleasure and I throb with need at the pressure he’s applying.

Instead of giving more, though, he eases his fingers out from between my legs. I let out a mewling protest, so tired of him bringing me closer and closer and then withdrawing again.

I’m way over my head here, because his control, the very thing I take great comfort in, is also his greatest weapon in positioning me however he wants. And I’m ready to do nearly anything to convince him to take me all the way.

This is how Mason wins. Always.

He gives me a devilish one-sided grin as he tugs off his shirt, revealing the chest that always makes me drool.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

For a moment, I’m frozen. This is it…I’m completely naked in front of him, he’s kicking off his shoes as he gives me a look that tells me there is no room for argument.

His expression, one of domineering command, has me scrambling to do as he’s asked. Whatever it is, I know I’m going to love it.

I take the two steps to the bed, stripping the covers back with one hand, before I start to climb in.

But I’m mid-way through the pivot, my hands on the mattress, one knee down on the mattress before I flip over, when a hand at my hip stops me.

“Both knees on the bed,” he growls behind me. It’s not a question, not even a request.

I do as he bids, now I’m on my hands and knees, the silk of the sheets brushing my palms, as his hand skims from my hips to trace the indent of my waist. He keeps going up my rib cage, his pinky brushing along my breast before he traces my shoulder and wraps his hand in my hair.

And then he gives a soft pull, arching my neck back and causing me to stick my behind further in the air.

“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles as he brings his other hand between my legs again.

He starts with the mound, his fingers pressing into the soft skin and hair, an ache pulsing through me because it feels so good, but also he’s close to making me feel even better. I try not to squirm to move his fingers where I’m dying for his touch.

I must be dripping wet by now, a fact that’s confirmed as he slides his middle finger over my clit.

I can’t hold back my gasping moan, my body taking over and pushing into his hand, seeking more of the pleasure he’s giving.

He pulls my hair harder, forcing me to still.

And then he begins a leisurely exploration of my folds, tracing my entrance with his fingers, continuing along my seam, past my vagina, to my anus. I’ve never dreamed anyone would touch me there, I tense as he circles it with his thumb. I can’t deny that even that feels amazing. “I will conquer all of you, Charlotte,” he murmurs, bending close. “But not all in one day.”

And then he slides his hand back down, inserting a finger inside me, the walls of my vagina tightening around him.

It feels so good, being full of him that I cry out, clenching around him.

“No cumming yet,” he pushes through gritted teeth. “You haven’t said the magic word.”

My eyes are squeezed shut and I have to force myself to open them and look back over my shoulder. “Ma...magic word?”

“What did I tell you, you were going to have to do?” He takes his finger back out, slowly rubbing up and down my seam, giving my clit a little tweak on the way.

It’s so good and my breath catches on the smallest sob. “Please,” I beg. “Please, Mason.” I want him to make me cum. I want more of his skin on my skin. I just want…

“Please what…”

“Please make me cum, Mason.”

“Are you begging me?”

Another little sob escapes my lips as I try to press deeper into his hand, but he pulls away again, leaving me empty. “I’m begging, Mason. Please.”

“Good girl,” he says, sounding like the predator he is. I nearly go limp with relief that he’s going to finally give me what I’ve been craving.

But there’s a pause as his hand slips from my hair. I look back in time to watch him drop to his knees behind me.

And then his tongue makes the same long pass that his fingers had made before. When he swirls his tongue over my clit, I begin to tremble it feels so good. But he doesn’t keep the pressure there.

Instead, he keeps sliding his tongue from front to back, teasing every part of me until my body is a mass of bundled nerves so ready to break apart. I’m going to start begging again.

But I can’t even form words. Broken little sounds tumble from my lips, half formed pleas that are moaned, my fingers twisting into the sheets.

And that’s when he slides a thumb inside me, the rest of his hand nestling into the crack of my ass as he sucks my clit between his lips.

I scream, the pleasure so good and so intense, I break apart, an orgasm ripping through me.

He doesn’t ease up until I’ve collapsed on the bed a trembling mess. It was so good, I don’t even have words.

That’s when I hear his zipper.

My face has sunk into the mattress, but my ass is still in the air, being held up by one of his hands.

I lift my head up just high enough to look over my shoulder. For the first time since I stepped out of the bathroom, fear skates down my spine.

Because my ass is in the air and his cock is out and…

The thick length of him is so much more than I bargained for.

He gives me another wicked smile. “Nervous, sweetheart?”

Lying is not really my thing. Not even small lies. So, I nod. “A little.”

His hips ease forward but he doesn’t push inside me. Instead, his cock glides along the crack of my ass. “We can’t have that.”

I can see the engorged head as his balls slap against my sensitive clit and I gasp and shudder, a sweet pain zinging through me.

“Do you want to cum again, baby?”

He slides away and then repeats the thrust, using my ass crack to…I don’t know how to describe it…but it’s almost like he’s masturbating. There’s no penetration.

I relax again, no longer worried. “Yes, please,” I moan, my face sinking back against the mattress.

Without warning, he flips me over, the move only taking a single arm. Maybe I should be scared.

This man has me begging under him, his strength and control so superior to my own. But I can’t help myself. Instead of being scared, the move only makes me hotter.

He leans over me, holding one of my breasts in each hand as he sucks one nipple and then the other.

I can feel the need building in me again as I thread my hands into his hair.

The head of his cock pushes against my clit, making me squirm against him, seeking more friction. I want him closer, so I hook one of my legs around his.

Was I frightened a minute ago? As he effortlessly brings my body to a frenzy once again, all I can think is how I want to belong to this man completely.

But he doesn’t yield to the pressure of my leg, instead, he lifts up, grabs his cock at the base with his hand and swirling the head along my clit.

My hips are flexing to chase the pleasure and I’m giving little cries of protest… I want more. His hand slides back up my body, wrapping around the back of my neck, his fingers burrowing into my hair.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

“I want?—”

“I know what you want, trust me to give it to you.” And then he leans down, capturing my mouth with his.

The kiss is full of the passion that’s simmering just under the surface, his tongue plundering my mouth.

When he lifts up, his eyes are dark and stormy. “I’m not taking your virginity today.”

I protest, pushing up on my elbows. “You promised that when I begged, you’d take it to me.” I don’t even recognize myself. I was scared a moment ago. I’m the one who made it to twenty-two without having sex at all. But Mason has me pleading with him to take my virginity. How did that happen?

He starts stroking himself, his other hand flexing to arch my neck more. “We’re not in a rush. We only get to have the first time once. Trust me when I say that delaying this a bit longer will only make it better.”

Damn this man and his iron control.

His hand presses to my mound, his thumb stroking over my clit. “I shouldn’t make you cum again for questioning me like that.”

My eyes go wide because the way he’s touching me now, I need to cum again…it feels like I need another orgasm the way I need air.

Mason has always been gentle. I like gentle. But that doesn’t mean he’s a man to be questioned.

For a moment I look up at him, wondering how I make sure I get what I need.

Arching my neck further, my chest sticks out as I spread my legs a bit wider. “Please, Mason. I’ll be such a good girl. Please make me cum.”