13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Iris

The comparison draws a genuine laugh from Mason, rich and warm. "Oh, I like that," he purrs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. "What do you think, darling? Shall we add 'international assassins' to our resume?"

I lean into his touch, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Mmm, it does have a certain ring to it," I muse, playing along. "Though I think we prefer a more... hands-on approach."

Mason's hand slides lower, pushing aside the flimsy lace of my panties. I gasp as his fingers find my wet heat, teasing along my folds. "Look at him, Iris," Mason murmurs in my ear, though his voice is pitched to carry to Elijah. "See how hard he is? How his cock twitches every time you moan?"

I force my eyes open, not even realizing I'd closed them in pleasure. True to Mason's words, Elijah's erection stands proud and weeping, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, muscles straining against his bonds as he watches us with hungry eyes.

"I wonder," Mason continues, his fingers circling my clit with maddening precision, "is it the thought of you that's got him so worked up? Or is it the talk of killing that's set his blood on fire?"

Elijah's jaw clenches, but he doesn't look away. If anything, his gaze grows more intense, burning with a heat that threatens to consume us all.

"What do you think, pretty boy?" Mason taunts, his free hand coming up to cup my breast. "Does the idea of blood on your hands excite you? Or is it just the promise of Iris's sweet cunt that has you aching?"

A low groan escapes Elijah's throat, but he doesn't answer. His hips jerk involuntarily, seeking friction that isn't there.

Mason doesn't push further, seemingly content to let the question hang in the air. Instead, he focuses his attention on me, his skilled fingers drawing gasps and moans from my lips. He manipulates my body with practiced ease, knowing exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply.

"That's it, darling," he purrs in my ear, loud enough for Elijah to hear.

Mason's skilled fingers continue their torturous exploration, circling my clit before dipping inside me. I can't hold back the whimper that escapes my lips, my head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure courses through me.

"Look at him, Iris," Mason murmurs, his voice a velvety caress against my ear. "See how desperately he wants to touch you. To taste you."

I force my eyes open again, meeting Elijah's heated gaze. His pupils are blown wide with lust, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The muscles in his arms strain, as if he could break free through the restraints with sheer force of will.

"Should we give him a closer look?" Mason asks, his tone deceptively casual. Without waiting for an answer, he guides me forward until I'm standing mere inches from Elijah.

The heat radiating off his body is intoxicating. I can see every detail of his face - the faint stubble along his jaw, the flecks of darker blue in his irises, the way his throat works as he swallows hard.

Mason's fingers never stop their relentless assault on my senses. He pushes two deep inside me, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes me see stars. My legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath me.

"Tell him, darling," Mason purrs, his other hand squeezing my breast. "Tell Elijah exactly how good it feels."

I lock eyes with Elijah, watching as his gaze flicks between my face and where Mason's hand disappears beneath my negligee. "It feels incredible," I breathe, my voice husky with arousal. "His fingers are so deep inside me, stretching me, filling me."

Elijah's cock twitches visibly at my words, a bead of precum gathering at the tip. His breathing grows more labored, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the scent of my arousal.

"Do you want to taste her, Elijah?" Mason asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want to bury your face between her thighs and lap up every drop from her sweet pussy?"

A strangled groan escapes Elijah's throat. "Yes," he rasps, his voice rough with need. "God, yes."

Mason chuckles. "Too bad," he taunts. "You don't get to taste her. Not today. Today, you just get to watch."

He continues circling his fingers, drawing desperate moans from my lips. His free hand trails up, fingers wrapping gently around my throat. The possessive gesture sends a shiver down my spine.

"Tell me, Elijah," Mason purrs, his voice a silky caress. "Have you imagined my wife's pretty mouth wrapped around your cock? Those lush lips stretched wide as she takes you deep?"

Elijah's breath hitches audibly, his hips twitch at the vivid imagery. More precum gathers at the tip of his straining erection.

"I bet you have," Mason continues, his tone mockingly sympathetic. "It's hard not to, isn't it? The way her tongue darts out to wet those sinful lips. The wicked glint in her emerald eyes when she looks up at you through those long lashes."

I can't help the whimper that escapes me at his words, arousal flooding my system. Mason's fingers curl inside me again, making my knees weak.

"Oh yes," Mason chuckles wickedly. "I know that look well. The one that says she could devour you whole and you'd thank her for it." His hand tightens slightly around my throat, not enough to restrict breathing, but a clear show of dominance. "She's quite talented; that wicked tongue of hers can work magic. The things she can do with her mouth... it's enough to drive a man mad."

With a sudden movement, Mason withdraws his fingers from my aching core and spins me to face him. His eyes are dark with lust and something deeper, more sinful and savage. "On your knees, my love," he commands, his voice brooking no argument.

I sink to my knees gracefully, the cold marble hard beneath them. From this angle, I can see Elijah straining, muscles taut with tension and unfulfilled desire. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with a mix of lust and frustration.

Mason's hand tangles in my hair, guiding me closer to the impressive bulge in his boxers. "You want this cock, don't you, sweetheart?" he purrs, loud enough for Elijah to hear. "You want to wrap those pretty lips around me."

"Yes," I breathe, nuzzling against the fabric. "Please, Mason."

His grip tightens in my hair, sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting across my scalp. "Then take it," he growls. "Show our guest just what that talented mouth of yours can do. And then after I’ll spread you open and fuck you nice and slow right in front of him."

I reach up and slowly peel down Mason's boxers, freeing his hard cock. It springs free, thick and flushed. I take a moment to admire it, running my tongue along my lower lip in anticipation.

Mason's hand tightens in my hair, urging me forward. "Don't tease, darling," he growls. "Take it."

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty taste of his skin. When I reach the head, I swirl my tongue around it before taking him into my mouth.

Mason lets out a low groan of pleasure as I begin to bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass. His fingers flex in my hair, guiding my movements but not forcing.

"That's it," he purrs. "Just like that. Show Elijah how well you suck cock."

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as I take him to the back of my throat. Mason's hips jerk slightly, pushing him even deeper. I relax my throat, suppressing my gag reflex as I swallow around him.

"Fuck," Mason hisses, his grip tightening. "So good, darling. Your mouth feels like heaven."

I pull back slightly, focusing my attention on the sensitive head of his cock. My tongue teases the slit, lapping up the beads of precum that have gathered there. One hand comes up to fondle his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers.

Mason's breathing grows heavier, his composure starting to crack. I can tell he's close, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Look at him," Mason commands suddenly, his voice rough with arousal. "Look at Elijah while you suck my cock."

I shift my gaze without stopping my ministrations, locking eyes with Elijah. The raw hunger in his gaze takes my breath away. His pupils are blown wide, leaving only a thin ring of icy blue. His body is trembling, his cock stands proudly erect, flushed an angry red and leaking steadily.

"Do you see how much he wants you?" Mason taunts, his voice a low growl. "How desperately he wishes it was his cock in your mouth instead of mine?"

I moan around Mason's length, the vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from him. Elijah's hips jerk involuntarily at the sound, seeking friction.

I redouble my efforts, taking Mason deeper into my throat. My tongue swirls around his shaft as I bob my head, cheeks hollowing with suction. I can feel him swelling, throbbing against my lips as he gets closer to the edge.

Mason's grip in my hair tightens almost painfully as he starts to lose control. His hips buck, fucking into my mouth with short, sharp thrusts. I relax my throat, letting him use me as he chases his pleasure.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect," he groans. "So hot and wet and eager for my cock."

I moan around him again, the vibrations making him shudder. My eyes flick back to Elijah, drinking in the sight of him. His chest heaves with ragged breaths. There's a wild, desperate look in his eyes as he watches me worship Mason's cock with my mouth.

Just as Mason starts to tense, on the verge of orgasm, he suddenly pulls back. His cock slips from my lips with an obscene pop, angry red and glistening with my saliva. I whine at the loss, trying to chase after him with my mouth.

Mason chuckles, cupping my chin. "Not yet, my love. I'm not done with you."

He turns and grabs a low stool from nearby, positioning it in front of Elijah. The movement gives me a perfect view of our captive audience. Elijah's cock is twitching with each beat of his racing heart.

Mason sits on the stool, his impressive erection standing tall. He beckons me with a crook of his finger. "Come here, darling. I want you to ride me. Let Elijah see every detail as you take my cock."

I rise on slightly shaky legs, moving to straddle Mason's lap. He guides me to turn around, facing Elijah. I slowly lower myself onto Mason's cock, gasping as he stretches and fills me. The position lets me control the depth and pace, and I take my time, savoring every inch as I sink down onto him.

"Oh god," I moan, my head falling back against Mason's shoulder. "You feel so good inside me."

Mason's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I start to ride him. The slow, torturous pace has us both panting with need. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slides in and out of my wet heat.

"Look at him," Mason growls in my ear. "See how badly he wants to be where I am right now."

I force my eyes open, meeting Elijah's heated gaze. The raw hunger in his eyes is staggering, a maelstrom of lust and frustration swirling in those icy blue depths. His chest heaves as he watches me impale myself on Mason's cock.

"Tell him, darling," Mason purrs in my ear, his voice a sinful caress. "Describe every detail. Let him imagine exactly what he's missing."

I lock eyes with Elijah, a wicked smile curving my lips. "Oh Elijah," I breathe, my voice husky with pleasure. "You should feel how deep he is inside me. How his cock stretches me so perfectly, filling me completely."

Mason's hands tighten on my hips, guiding me into a slow, sensual grind. I gasp as the new angle causes him to hit that spot deep inside that makes me see stars.

"His cock is so thick," I continue, watching as Elijah's pupils dilate even further. "I can feel every ridge, every vein as he slides in and out of my pussy. And the way he curves up slightly? God, it hits just the right spot with every thrust."

Elijah's cock twitches visibly at my words, a bead of precum sliding down his length.

"Remember how it felt, Elijah?" I taunt, my voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "When Mason took you from behind at the gala? How his cock stretched you open, made you feel so full you thought you might burst?"

A strangled groan escapes Elijah's throat, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as if overwhelmed by the memory. When they open again, they're blazing with a mix of hunger and something darker, more dangerous.

"I bet you can still feel it," I continue, my words punctuated by soft moans as Mason starts to thrust up into me more forcefully. "The delicious burn as he first pushed inside you. The way your body resisted at first, then opened up so beautifully for him."

Mason's teeth graze my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. "He was so tight," he growls against my skin. "He took my cock so perfectly."

I smile wickedly, never breaking eye contact with Elijah. "Mason told me all about it," I purr. "How tight and hot you were around him. How you moaned so prettily when he finally bottomed out inside you."

Elijah's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. But I can see the effect my words are having on him. His cock is painfully hard now, angry red and leaking steadily.

"Did you want to beg, Elijah?" I ask, my voice dripping with mock innocence. "Did you want to plead for Mason to fuck you harder, deeper? How did you feel, coming on his cock?"

A strangled groan escapes Elijah's throat, his hips twitching and jerking. The sight of him so desperate, so on edge, sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.

"Mason," I gasp, grinding down harder on his cock. "Please, I need more. Fuck me harder, make me come."

Mason's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Is that what you want, darling?" he purrs, his voice rough with lust. "You want me to pound this tight pussy of yours until you're screaming my name?"

"Yes," I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder. "God, yes. Please, Mason. I need it."

With a growl, Mason suddenly lifts me off his lap. I whimper at the loss of his cock inside me, feeling empty and aching. But before I can protest, he's maneuvering us onto the floor.

"On your side," he commands, guiding me to lie down. He positions himself behind me, lifting my top leg and hooking it over his arm. The position leaves me spread open, fully exposed to Elijah's hungry gaze.

"Look at him," he orders, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you to look Elijah in the eyes as I fuck you."

I obey, meeting Elijah's heated stare just as Mason slams into me. The sudden fullness again tears a cry from my throat, pleasure spiking through me like lightning.

"Oh fuck," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth floor. "Mason, yes!"

Mason's punishing pace pushes me closer and closer to the edge. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me, my nerves singing with ecstasy. I can feel the tension coiling tighter in my core, a spring wound so taut it's ready to snap.

"Oh god, Mason!" I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

My eyes lock onto Elijah's, drinking in the raw hunger and desperation etched across his features.

Mason's hand snakes around to rub tight circles on my clit, and the added stimulation has me arching my back, crying out in bliss. "That's it, darling," he growls in my ear. "Let go. Come. Let Elijah watch you fall apart for me."

The coil of tension inside me finally snaps. My orgasm crashes over me in waves of white-hot pleasure, stealing my breath and making my vision blur. I scream Mason's name as I come, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock.

"Fuck, yes," Mason hisses, his hips never slowing. "That's it, milk my cock with that tight pussy."

Through the haze of my climax, I hear a strangled groan. My eyes flutter open to see Elijah's head thrown back, his entire body going rigid. His cock twitches violently, thick ropes of cum shooting across his abs and chest. The sight of him coming, purely from watching us, sends another aftershock of pleasure through me.

Mason chuckles darkly, his voice strained as he chases his own release. "Look at that, darling. Our pretty boy couldn't help himself. Came without even being touched."

He punctuates his words with particularly deep thrusts, each one drawing a whimper from my oversensitive body. I can feel him swelling inside me, on the verge of his own climax.

"Where do you want it, love?" Mason grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Inside you? Or should I paint that gorgeous skin of yours? Let Elijah see how beautiful you look covered in my cum?"

The possessive edge to his words sends a thrill through me. "Inside," I gasp. "Please, Mason. Fill me up."

With a guttural groan, Mason buries himself to the hilt inside me. I feel him pulse, flooding me with his hot release. He grinds against me, working himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing. Then Mason slowly withdraws, both of us hissing at the oversensitivity. I feel his cum start to trickle out of me.

Mason chuckles as he looks at Elijah, still bound and trembling in the aftermath of his unexpected orgasm. "My, my," he purrs, his voice a sinful caress. "What a naughty boy you are. Coming without permission, without even being touched."

He rises languidly, his movements fluid and predatory. Approaching Elijah, Mason trails a finger through the cooling cum on his chest. "Quite impressive, really," he muses, bringing his finger to his lips and tasting it with a wicked smirk. "But terribly naughty."

I watch from my position on the floor, still catching my breath, as Mason leans in close to Elijah. His lips brush against Elijah's ear as he speaks, voice low and menacing. "You'll be punished for that tomorrow, pretty boy. Severely."

Elijah's breath hitches, a shiver running through his body that has nothing to do with the chill in the air. Mason's hand wraps around his throat, not squeezing, just a reminder of his power. "For now, though," he continues, "you get to wear your shame while we work. All. Day. Long."