Chapter 15

Leah

Ever since Mason vanished on the street, I’ve been going a little crazy. The harder I try to not think of him, the more he fills my head. My pussy is in a constant state of neediness. It doesn’t help that the past two days have been slow as hell with work, and I haven’t had a lot of desire to go online as Daisy Ren or make new content.

A reset is in order. Whenever I’m in a funk, a long hot bath with all the goodies usually does the trick. Lighting a dozen candles around the rim, I drop a bath bomb in the hot water and start my little attachable jet that’s clamped to the side. It smells so good in here already.

What should I play for entertainment? A podcast? Music? An audiobook?

I go with meditation songs because I think anything else will give me a headache or set my sex drive on full-throttle again and I don’t want that.

The cut on my hand has healed fast. I feel like a big baby for making such a fuss about it the other day. It really wasn’t worth all that attention and care. Images of Mason’s worried face fill my mind—how he got all freaked out and ran for help when it first happened, the way he carefully redressed my bandage, the way he kissed it better.

The way he kisses my mouth… my pussy.

How he sucks on my clit.

Oh my god, I’m the worst. Why do I keep fixating on him?

I need to get this man out of my system.

But the thought of sleeping with someone else makes me queasy. Going live on camera and flirting with strangers doesn’t sound good either. Damn Mason and his confidence, sweetness, and big dick. Especially his big dick.

And his mouth.

Sweet mother of God, no human should have a tongue like his. It’s insane. And what he does with it? Unacceptable behavior.

I want him to eat me out again.

Fuck that, I want him to tongue fuck all my holes.

“Damnit Leah, get a fucking grip !” The back of my head smacks the inflatable pillow and knocks one of the suction cups loose. Every time I press it back against the tub, it pops off again because the suction cups are too wet. “Stick, damn you! STICK!” I try three more times. “You know what? Fuck this.”

Fuck that pillow. Fuck this bathtub. Fuck the bubbles and candles and meditation.

I can’t get out of this thing fast enough. Stomping my feet on the rug, I snag a towel and wrap it around my chest before marching over to my phone. Fury has me plucking that stupid business card out of the back of my cell and I hate-punch the numbers in. The phone rings six times and goes to voicemail.

“You’ve reached Mason Finch. You know what to do.”

At the sound of the beep, my fury explodes. “No, you asshole, I don’t know what to do. You’ve got me all fucked up and I hate it. My bath is ruined. I can’t even enjoy the one thing that’s always been my favorite because you … you just had to make everything different and now I can’t think straight, and my stupid suction cup won’t even work on my pillow!”

I hang up, storming into my bedroom next. I need to take the edge off. Instead of Mason giving me the best Os of my life and satiating me, he’s turned me into a sex monster. I want him again. Badly.

I’ve never been so frustrated in my fucking life.

Shoving a vibrator between my legs, I go straight for the highest setting and hold it tight to my clit.

Seconds turn to minutes and all I’ve managed to do is get wet. My arousal coats my fingers and the vibrator. My pussy has puffed out like it always does when I’m too horny for my own good. But no orgasm comes because I can’t turn my goddamn head off.

I can still hear the soft timbre of his voice when he talks in the dark. I miss the way his hands heat my skin when he runs his fingers up and down my thigh. I crave the bubble we created when time stopped and it was just us learning about each other, laughing, unfiltered.

Now I feel worse.

“FUCK!” My pulse pounds against my temples.

My stupid cellphone rings. One swift glance at the number and I’m too confused to dissect my feelings about it. A mixture of relief, anger, and joy has me answering. “What?”

“What’s the matter, Princess?”

My eyes narrow. You . You’re what’s the matter . “Nothing.”

“You sound frustrated.”

“Gee, whatever gave you that impression?” I’m acting like a brat and can’t find the fucks to give about it.

“Where are you?”

“My house.”

“Where in your house?”

“Why, Mason?”

“X,” he says in a dark tone. “You better call me X, Princess.”

I don’t know why, but my frazzled head calms. We aren’t Mason and Leah, we’re X and Princess, which means no feelings and all fun, in my opinion. “X,” I repeat, before taking a deep breath and blowing it out.

“That’s my good girl. Now tell me where you are in your house.”

My eyes roll so hard I almost see my last working brain cell. “My bedroom.”

“Go to your bathroom and fill your tub.”

“It’s still full. I just got out of it.” And was too mad to drain the damn thing.

“Good. Get back in it.”

“Why?”

“Do what you're told, Princess.”

I don’t know what it says about me that I’m following this fucker’s orders, but here I go. Climbing back in, goosebumps erupt down my arms and legs, my nipples tightening from the chilled water. “It’s cold,” I grumble like it’s his fault.

“Drain half the water and fill it almost back to the top. Almost , Princess, you got that?”

My heel stomps on the plug, and the water level starts decreasing.

“So, how was your day?”

Is he serious? “Fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like it was fine. What’s got you so worked up?”

You . “Nothing.”

“For every lie you tell me, that’s two punishments you get once I see you again. Understood?”

Don’t threaten me with a good time, buster . “Mmm hmm.” I plug the drain and turn the water on, full blast, as hot as it’ll go.

I swear a growl comes from the other end of the line. It sets me on fire, but I’ll never tell him that.

“How was your day?” I ask in the most fake ass happy tone I have.

“Not too bad until now.”

“Should I be insulted?”

“You should be doing what you’re told and make sure that water level isn’t as high as it can go.”

Oh. Right. I turn it off because it’s getting close.

“I didn’t say turn it off, Princess.”

“What the hell, Maso… X? You said to not let it get all the way up.”

“Turn the temp to warm, not hot.”

“Why?”

“Are you disobeying?”

“I’m asking a question.”

“If I was there, my dick would be in your mouth so you couldn’t ask me a damned thing.”

“Well, you’re not here, so your dick is…”

“In my hand,” he interrupts in a dark tone. “I’m stroking my cock, in my office, staring out at the city skyline, imagining you in that fucking tub.”

My heart swoons.

“Now do what I say and change the temp of the water. Make it warm, Princess.”

“Okay.”

“Now slide that sweet ass of yours forward and spread your legs as wide as you can. Let the water flow over that needy cunt and aim it at your clit that I’m sure misses my mouth.”

Is he serious? “I—”

“Do it.”

I scoot forward. The warmth, constant pressure, and trembling flow of water, combines into a blast of pleasure that builds inside me until my head falls back and hips thrust a little as I ride the wave. “Fuck.”

“That’s it, Princess. Keep going.”

My climax isn’t strong, but it’s a decent distraction from my frustration. Once I’m done, I turn the water off.

“Feel better?”

“A little,” I admit.

“My tongue should be what’s between your thighs, getting you off, not your tub.”

Sighing, I lean back and sink into the hot water, imagining him stroking himself on the other end of the phone. I want to hear him come.

“Did I still ruin baths for you?”

“Yes,” I lie.

“That’s another two punishments. Wanna keep lying to me?”

“No.”

“That’s another two. Damn, Princess, you really must want me to put you over my knee and make that sweet ass bright fucking red.”

Now it’s my turn to play. I pitch my voice higher, like I often do as Daisy Ren. “Mmm hmm. I want your handprints all over my ass, X. Then I want you to shove your big, fat cock in my mouth and face fuck me until I choke on you.”

Silence spreads between us, then he growls, “ Leah .”

I feel like a child who just got in trouble. “Yes, Mason?”

“Don’t fake it with me.”

“I didn’t.”

“You just did.”

Holy Hell, the sound of disappointment in his voice makes me feel emotions I refuse to acknowledge. “I’m just playing the part, X.”

“I don’t want you to play with me. I want you to be with me.”

What’s that even mean? “I’m on this call with you. What more to do you want?”

“You,” he sighs. “Fuck, woman, I want you. All of you.”

“And…” I lick my lips, leaning forward in the tub so I can hug my knees. “What would you do if you had all of me, Mason Finch?”

His ragged breaths punch out of him and my pussy clenches at hearing it. “I’d bend you over my desk and fuck you. Then I’d press you against the window and lick your cunt. I’d rim your ass and fuck that, too.”

“Is that all?” I tease. “Why stop there?”

“What more would you like?”

“A hand necklace would be nice.”

“Fuck,” he groans.

“I want you to tongue fuck me. I want you to rail me like you did the other night. Make my knees shake and head spin. Have me come so hard I soak your face again.”

“God damn that was—” his voice strains, “ Leah .”

The vision of him coming turns into a full-blown cinematic experience in my mind. Ropes of white cum jetting out of his throbbing cock, his big hand squeezing around the base, his legs stretched out before him with his belt unbuckled and balls lifting tight against his body as his cock throbs while he orgasms.

“Jesus Christ, woman.” He sounds out of breath. “I just splattered cum all over the fucking window.”

“Mmm, if I was there, I’d lick it up.”

“Don’t say shit like that unless you mean it.”

“Oh, I don’t say things I don’t mean. I’d totally clean that window off for you.”

“I wish you were here.”

“I bet.” I wish I was there too. I’d like to see his office. And I’d really like to be bent over his desk.

“I can have a jet ready for you by ten pm, Cali time.”

His words hang in the air like a pendulum swinging. Or an anvil.

“Very cute, Mason.”

“I’m not being cute. I’m being serious.”

My brow furrows. “I can’t just hop on a plane and come to you.”

“It’s a private jet and yes, you can.”

My adrenaline spikes. “ What ?”

“You heard me, Leah. Say the word and I’ll have it arranged. You can be to me in just a few hours.”

“I…” This is ludicrous. “I can’t just come there.”

“Why not?”

I have no idea why not. This is all so sudden and crazy and… okay, I could call out sick from work if I really wanted to. But do I?

“We can tour a vineyard. Shop.” I can hear Mason’s smile. “Massages, fancy restaurants, you name it.”

“I thought you were there for work?”

“I am. But I’ll make time for you.”

I don’t see how. I barely make time for anything else besides my jobs, and his is far more demanding than mine. “I don’t want to intrude. You’re busy, and being a distraction will only make me feel like shit.”

“You can come with me to my meetings if you want.”

“Hard pass.”

“I’ll make the trip out here worth it.”

I bet being anywhere with this man would be worth it. “Mason, this is a big step.”

“It’s a plane ride to Cali for a few days, not a month-long vacation on a yacht through the Caribbean.”

“That’s… very specific.” And now I’m fantasizing about going on one of those and what it would be like. Ugh, I’d never be able to afford that level of luxury. Damn him for even putting that thought in my overactive brain.

“What do you say, Leah?”

I say this is a very bad idea . “I’ll come.”

Mason laughs and it’s music to my ears. “Yes. You. Will. Princess.”

We hang up and a half hour later; he texts me all the information I need. He’s also booked a car service to pick me up.

“I’m out of my mind.”

After packing a carryon, I sit on my front porch and turn my brain off, so I don’t back out of this plan.