I did as he commanded, shoving angry bites of noodle into my mouth while my eyes roved hungrily over his body. He stared back at me as he ate, and I couldn’t quite discern if I pissed him off, made him laugh internally, or turned him on. Perhaps all three. I ate half of what was on my plate before I pushed it away and went to stack the dishes.
“Leave them,” he commanded. I dropped the dish, letting it clatter onto the table. The corner of his mouth kicked up in a little smirk. “Stand up.” I obeyed him, rolling my eyes as I did. “You see those men out there?”
“Obviously, I see your goons, Mason.”
He shot me a warning glance, and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly parched. “They are here to protect you. Shall I spank and fuck you in front of the window for them to see?” I fidgeted nervously as I stared through the glass, not sure if that’s what I wanted or not. It sounded incredibly hot, but did I really want to be exposed that way?
Before I could worry too much about my answer, I caught the clear amusement in his expression, “You’re interested in people watching us? That’s good to know, but don’t fret. I’d never let thegoonswatch what I’m about to do to you.”
His green eyes held me captive. The glint of possessiveness in them was so hot I was about to melt at his feet. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Claire? Or do you want to fight?”
My gaze flicked around. “But you said...”
“Not that kind of fight, baby.” He swiped his thumb along his bottom lip, scratching at the perfectly cultivated stubble. I imagined licking that spot and how my tongue would tingle as it scraped against his skin. It took a moment before his words clicked. He was offering me an outlet for all the feelings raging within me. Not just a thorough spanking and fucking, but an all-out pursuit, an opportunity to defend myself and take back some of my power. I caught the flash of excitement in his eyes before I turned and ran as fast as I could through the darkened house.
Adrenaline pounded within me as I raced down the hall, clueless about where I was headed. Thismansionwas profoundly large despite what he said, with rows of closed doors, twisting halls, and astaircase, yes.I flew down the steps to the lower level.
“I’m going to catch you, baby,” his voice lilted in a singsong manner.
I quieted my footfalls as I landed on the bottom floor. I expected a basement with cement floors, beams overhead, a water heater, but I did not expect a fully finished labyrinth of more rooms and corridors. I tried them all, only to find them locked. My breath came harder and faster as I attempted to open another and then another. Finally, one gave way. The room was completely dark except for a blinking red light, part of the security system. Each time it flashed, the beam reflected in a mirror lining the opposite wall.
I tucked back behind the door and instead of paint or drywall, my back was met with cool glass—mirrors lined the entire room. I stood there silently for a while, counting the time with my slowing heart beats. My breaths came evenly, and I wondered how much time passed. I would have given up, gone and sought him out on another day, but not today. Today, I needed this.
With no warning sounds, such as footsteps or breaths, the door flew open. “I found you,” he taunted as he stalked toward me. Darkness shrouded his face. I could see only the shape of him in the glow from a far-off hall light and the blip of red flashing. His hands came up to grab me and I dodged him as best as I could, but my foot caught on something hard and heavy, and I went sprawling across the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of me but wasn’t especially painful.
I tried to crawl away and get on my feet, but he was too quick. Mason grabbed my ankles, pulling me back and shoving my legs apart. His weight pressed into me, and part of me screamed to give in, but I needed the fight. He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over, so I was facing him. My hand lashed out, slapping him hard across the face. The room was deathly silent for a moment before his low sensual chuckle disrupted it.
His inescapable hands came down on my wrists, pinning them over my head. I kicked and thrashed and did everything I could to throw his body off mine, but his hold was iron tight.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured in my ear as his tongue trailed over my neck. I grunted, trying harder to shove him off me, but I wouldn’t dare tell him to stop.
His fingers tightened around my wrists. I groaned as he pushed them together over my head, holding them as he bit into my skin and ground his erection into me in a silent promise. He leaned up, binding my hands with something soft and silken. His breath came hard as he fought to contain me, and his achingly stiff cock pressed into my stomach. I bucked my hips against him, mindless in my need for him.
He moved to my ankles and I kicked hard as he grappled me to confine them too. Once he trussed me up, I continued my futile attempt at escape. He placed a hard smack on my thigh as he stood up. I rolled onto my stomach, climbing to my knees and elbows to attempt to crawl away again.
The light flicked on, and the brightness nearly burned out my retinas. My eyes blinked furiously, squeezing shut. “I knew you were here the whole time, baby. I just needed to pick out a few things and give you a chance to think you’d escaped me, but you don’t actually want to get away, do you?” He walked back over to me, flipping me onto my back with ease.
I said nothing, staring at him when I could open my eyes without pain. He towered over me, dark and glorious, menacing in the best possible way. Glancing around, I realized we were in his home gym. Machines and weights lined the space, and mats covered the floor. That’s why it didn’t hurt much when I smacked into the ground.
“The mirrors are to check my form, but they’ll work perfectly for this too,”God, I’d like to check his form.The smile on his face told me he knew what I was thinking. He shrugged, beyond pleased with himself, “I’ve caught you, baby. Are you going to behave?”
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“As you wish.”
That was all Mason needed to stalk toward me, his smile slipped from his face as he took on a predatory stance. He dropped to his knees above me, straddling me and holding me tight beneath his strong thighs. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing my mouth open, and he shoved a scrap of fabric in.
“These are your panties from earlier. I kept them for a special occasion, and well, you don’t disappoint.” His gaze was heavy with delighted possessiveness. I bucked my hips hard against him as he removed a thick roll of masking tape from his pocket and ripped off a length of it. “Shake your head once and I’ll put it away.” I stopped fighting; my sudden stillness confessed my incredible need for him. He gave me a satisfied smirk as he slapped it over my mouth, pressing down on the edges to keep it in place.
“You look so pretty all tied up for me. Did you know I’ve wanted to see you this way since the first time I saw you at the library?” I shook my head. “It’s true, baby,” his hand smoothed down my throat, his thumb pushing hard into the flesh beneath my jaw, “You made me wait a long time, don’t you think?” I nodded my head, and he drew in a quick breath, way more affected than he seemed.
“What a shame you made me tie your legs...” he patted my cheek, as he regained control, “But, that’s okay. I can work something out.”
Mason bent down, pulled me into a sitting position, and hefted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. His one arm wrapped around my knees, securing me.
I watched in the mirrors as his other hand fondled my ass through the boxer briefs I borrowed from him. His fingers slipped beneath, squeezing my bare skin. He spread my pussy, slipping into the wetness. A strangled cry filled the air as he pumped two of his thick fingers into me, working my G-spot with such expertise I knew he could force me to come draped over him just like this. “You’re so wet, baby. You almost make me think you want this.” I whimpered as he brought me over to the weight bench and placed me over it with my ass in the air.
He came to stand in front of me, “Look at me, Claire,” I lifted my body as best I could to meet his gorgeous eyes, “Clap your hands,” my brow furrowed in confusion, but I did as he asked. “If you want me to stop, clap, and I will stop immediately. Do you understand?” I nodded, and he ran an affectionate hand over my cheek.