Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2) (16 page)

I didn’t know what kind of stress he was dealing with these last few weeks, but I wanted him to relax and enjoy.  Since we became a couple, he has focused so much on giving me pleasure.  He’s focused so much on trying to prove how much I mean to him, and I’ve been craving to do this for so long.

My tongue cascaded over his cock, from the base to the tip, and my lips wrapped around his needy tip, sucking the dewdrop of precum that had slipped out.  My tongue danced in swirls around his tip as I savored  his taste, and I felt his fists roughly in my hair.  His groan was feral as my lips moved up and down his length with a suction that caused his fingers to dig into my scalp.

The pain in my scalp sent delicious sparks down to my pussy, and my tempo became much more vigorous as I fucked him with my mouth.  As it did before, it gave me a delicious feeling of empowerment, knowing that I could give him this pleasure.  I wanted to make him feel good.  I was no longer afraid to tell him that I loved him, but I did want to
show
him. 

With my hands on both knees, I spread his legs apart more, so I could take all of him into my mouth.  My tongue caressed every inch.  His breathing was ragged and desperate. 

“That’s right, baby, suck me off.  I’m going to fuck your mouth-”

Beep.
  The intercom buzzed from his secretary’s desk.  Without thinking, I instinctively looked up as Elizabeth’s voice came over the speaker.

“Mr. Woodward, your three o’clock appointment with Mr. Yoshida will be five minutes late due to traffic.”

Mason pushed my head back down onto his cock and he relaxed back against his office chair as I resumed bobbing my lips against his length.

“Thank you, Elizabeth.  Did you call Carlito’s and make reservations for eight next Thursday?”  Mason asked this so nonchalantly, but his grip on my scalp told me he was struggling to keep it together.  He kept my head shoved down, as he began bucking his hips lightly, pumping his cock into my mouth.  It hit the back of my throat and I used my hands to massage what wouldn’t fit into my mouth.

“Yes, Mr. Woodward.  Reservations are set.  Your drycleaning has been picked up as well.  Also, your father called earlier while you were in the meeting room.  Shall I phone him back?”

“No.”  Mason’s voice was clipped, annoyed, almost strained.  “That will be all, Elizabeth.” 

“Oh F-f… fuck…” He growled as he leaned his head back against the polished leather of his highback office chair. 

I forced his length down my throat, and that was all he needed to release.  I felt his hot liquid spurt down my throat, and some of it dribbled down my lower lip.  I looked up, after swallowing what I could.  I licked my lips and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.  His usual olive tone was flushed red as his chest heaved from his ragged breathing.

My legs were uncomfortable from kneeling on the cold marble, but he was well worth it. Once he’d calmed his breathing, I moved to straighten myself. As I began to stand, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap.  His lips met mine with such an intensity, before they trailed down to my neck and collarbone. 

“I love you, Jillian.  I want you to know that.”  His breath was soft in my ear and it sent tingles from my neck down to my damp panties.  “I know you’re not ready to say those words to me, and I deserve to never hear them from your mouth but I don’t want you to feel pressure when I tell you.”  He kissed the area behind my ear with such tenderness, then gently slid me from his lap.

My stomach fluttered with those words, and I felt an excitement in my chest. I had been  a hair away from telling him on the night of the masquerade how in love with him I was, before I learned the truth. 
When I finally tell him, it’s going to be very special.
  I could only smile as I bit my lower lip.

I still had the sickening feeling, buried deep within me, that something was going to happen to break my heart, but I was going to pass that off as paranoia.  I watched him straighten, fasten and tuck himself into something presentable and professional.

“I feel terribly guilty cutting our time short, without taking care of your needs, but this meeting is crucial.”

I nodded quietly with a soft smile.  “Well, you have your coffee, and I hope you are feeling better now.”

“Much better.  I will see you
tonight
.”  His gaze into my eyes was intense as he smoothed a bit of my wild hair away from my face. 

****

Later in the evening, Mason returned home to find me in the kitchen.  Mrs. O’Malley seemed frazzled earlier in the day so I told her that I’d take care of dinner.  I’m not quite the efficient housekeeper that Mrs. O’Malley is, and was still struggling to uncork a bottle of white wine when Mason walked through the door.  I heard him set his briefcase down on the polished table in the foyer.

“I’m in the kitchen,” I called out.  I was frustrated with the fancy wine opener, which refused to open the damn bottle of wine. I was still in the dress I’d worn to his office earlier, wearing flip-flops. 

My eyes met his and I nearly lost the wine bottle when it slid off the counter.  Mason dodged and caught it in one hand. 

“Oh gosh.  Good catch,” I said quickly, attempting to take the wine bottle from his grasp, but he pulled away from me and uncorked it with ease.  He filled our wine glasses partially, and I caught sight of the low smirk on his face.

“What is that look on your face?”  I asked suspiciously.

“Nothing.  Nothing at all, my dear.”  He handed me a wine glass.

I took it and watched him chuckle as he took a sip from his own.

“Tell me. You’re laughing at me.”  My eyes narrowed with an accusing glare, but I wasn’t actually annoyed.

“I just find it sweet.”

I looked up at him, puzzled as I took another sip. I watched him look over the spread of deli meats and cheeses and bread that I had laid over the breakfast bar.

“You should have checked with me before dismissing Mrs. O’Malley, however.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are sandwiches not up to
His Majesty’s
standard?”  I asked as I prepared to create his sandwich.

Mason raised a single eyebrow at me, and I smirked.  He didn’t seem humored by the new label I’d bequeathed to him. 
Oops.

“Would you prefer,
My liege
?”  I asked with an innocent bat of my lashes.

“Neither.”

“You may call me Sir, if you must call me anything.”

I bit my lower lip.  “Your Grace?”

His gaze was fiery and his mouth formed a thin line as he suddenly stalked over to me.  I dropped the bread knife I had in  hand and it clattered onto the countertop. 

Without a word, he hoisted me over his shoulder, as though I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.  His strong arms held my legs in place

“Mason! This is ridiculous!”  I cried out with surprise at his sudden action.

“I warned you not to toy with me, Ms. Pryor.”  He said, and I felt the sharp sting of his hand on my ass. 

I squealed and wriggled as he held me in place over his shoulder.  His arms gripped me tighter, holding me in place as he stormed down the hall.

“Now I’m Ms. Pryor again?  What the hell, Mason.  Put me down!”

“Keep it up, sweetpea, and I’ll show you how it
really
is.” 

His tone was impatient, challenging, and domineering but also hinted at the amusement he was trying to hide.  I just knew he was smirking underneath that tone.  His hand landed firm and rough on my ass again, but this time he gripped my left cheek through the skirt of my dress. 
Mmm...

“Where are you taking me?”  I asked in a demanding voice of my own.

“To the bathroom.”  His voice left no room for question.

“Why?”  I asked anyway.

“You ask too many questions.”  I heard him kick in the door to the bathroom since his arms were occupied holding my defiant body in place. 

I felt my feet touch the cool marble as he set me down.  His eyes bore down on me as he stood before me.  Suddenly, the tear of silk clashed with the cool air on my heated skin.  I sucked in a deep breath, gasping.  My dress lay in shreds at my bare feet.

“Mason, I really liked that dress!”

“I’ll buy you a new one, darling.  Now quiet, and don’t move.”

His gaze was dark as he silently dared me to disobey, but I remained in place.  As much as I enjoyed pushing his buttons, I wanted what he had planned for me.  For us.

He turned the platinum faucet of the shower, and the steam soon fogged up the glass doors. 

He suddenly hoisted me up and planted me on the porcelain sink, so my ass was sitting in the wide dip of the basin.  He looked at me as I used my hands to keep myself perched upright. 

“Spread your legs for me,” He ordered as he admired the view with such lust in his eyes.  He began unbuckling his pants. His light brown eyes never left my parted thighs.

I obeyed and splayed myself for him.  I used my hands to keep myself propped as best as possible.  His desire seemed carnal as he yanked the tie from his neck, and tossed it to the floor.  His clothes were stripped and tossed to the cool marble. 

I sucked in a breath as heated tingles washed over my body at the sight of his tall, olive muscles ready to take me.  His cock was standing straight, long and hard for me.  The muscles between my thighs clenched and I think Mason caught a hint of that. 

With sudden force, he gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the sink.  His fingers remained locked around my hips, holding me in place, supporting my whole body as he stooped lower.  He started with the balls of my feet, kissing them sensuously in turn, as he held my leg up with one hand.  His other hand remained grasped at my hip. 

“So exquisite,” he murmured between the sensuous kisses he trailed up the calves of my leg.

A throbbing ache was settling in my pussy from these words, from this passionate display.  Lifting my other foot, he followed the same pattern up to my inner thigh, and then he used two hands to spread me apart. 

“Mm… so wet for me,” his breath tickled my glistening lips.  Involuntarily, my breath shuddered when he blew softly on the wet heat between my thighs.

“Mason…” I whimpered, dipping my head back.

His hand reached up, from his low position, and took my chin in hand.  He forced my gaze down on his.

“Look at me.  I want you to watch me bring you to ecstasy,” His sultry voice was demanding.  Seductive.  It sent a flutter down to my stomach.

“Yes, Sir.”  I breathed softly.  It was all I could manage.

“That’s my good girl.” 

Without warning, his tongue was on my clit, circling slowly before he sucked and nipped gently.  I dipped my head back and mewled.

His tongue was miraculous, caressing and massaging my sensitive flesh.  Then he drove his tongue inside me, and I lost all sense.  He wanted me to watch him, and I’d forgotten.  The sparks of pleasure caused my head to dip back several times and I gripped the porcelain of the sink as though my life depended upon it.

“Mason…”  I gasped, moaning his name.  His fingers dug into the skin of my thighs as he held me in place. 

“Yes, my love?”  His whispered response tickled my heat.  My body writhed slightly, despite being held in place by his strong hands.

“Please…”  I could only muster a simple moan as I felt delicious pressure build within me.  His tongue rolled over my clit before he took it lightly between his teeth and sucked.  My body was alive with desire and my legs wrapped around his head as my feet were supported on his broad, toned shoulders.

“Please…”

He pulled away and left me feeling wanton and empty.

“You need to be more specific. And you have not obeyed my orders.”

My head tilted downward to meet his blazing gaze.  His face glistened with my juices. I was at a loss for any sensible thing to say.  He was right- I’d disobeyed his commands to watch him the entire time.  It was entirely involuntary, but still…

His finger trailed lightly down my inner thigh.

“What to do with you, Jilly Bean?”  He mused out loud, as though he was asking himself.  I sucked on my lower lip.  The thrill of it was arousing.  I wanted him to fuck me and spank me at the same time.

“I’ve behaved badly.  You should punish me.” I looked up at him with the best doe eyes I could manage.  I was still aching and swollen from the impending climax that never came.

His eyes were fierce and dark as he stared down at me.  He suddenly moved up, and his lips crashed down on mine.  His tongue parted my lips, and forced its way into my mouth.  I tasted myself on his tongue as his hands wrapped around me in a possessive hold.  He held me like this, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me across the marble toward the steamy shower.

“I have something better in mind,”  he growled as he stepped into the shower with me.  His lips moved down to my neck.  His teeth and tongue were rough and punishing as he sucked and nipped on the skin of my neck. He slammed me against the thick glass wall of the shower, holding me in place as his mouth and tongue continued to mark me.  Brand me.  Possess me.  Pinned in place against the shower wall, his arms moved mine above my head.  A single bear-claw grip kept both of my wrists bound above my head as the steam continued to envelop us.