My heart pounds in my ears as one finger darts between my wet folds.
I wrench my lips away and throw my head back in a moan.
Mason pushes another finger in, and I tug my hands against him. “I want to touch you.”
Mason presses his mouth to my ear, sending a ripple of goosebumps across my skin. “Right now, we’re doing this my way.”
I squirm again. “But—”
“Stop thinking and just enjoy yourself.”
He uses his free hand to pull the rest of my underwear down.
A draft of cold air kisses my flushed skin, and a minute later, his fingers are moving again. Abruptly, he releases my arms, and one falls to my side while the other reaches for the nape of his neck. Mason shifts out of reach and leans over the bed torummage through the drawer. I blink and make out the vague outline of a handcuff.
There’s a loud clicking sound as the cool metal closes around my wrists.
Mason secures my arms on either side of the bedpost and leans back. “This is a good look on you.”
My throat is dry as I swallow. “Is it?”
Mason nods, and his eyes move over me, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. “At my mercy. I can do whatever I want to you, London.”
My pulse skitters, and I nod. “Yes.”
Mason stands up and kicks off his pants. Then, he hooks one thumb around his boxers, revealing his proud erection. I tug against my restraints when Mason climbs back onto the bed and crawls toward me.
His smile is a flash of white in the darkness before he nudges my legs apart.
His breath is tantalizing and hot against my skin, and I lower my head to look at him as he settles between my legs. Mason’s tongue darts out, and I arch my back, desire burning me from the inside out. His tongue begins to dart back and forth, licking a steady path that sends waves of pleasure through me. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on how his mouth and fingers feel, how every inch of him is pressed against me, and how nothing else matters.
The world outside our door ceases to exist.
When a hand darts to drape over my stomach, I feel myself hurtling toward the edge. Beads of sweat form on my back and forehead, and my breathing turns shallow. I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Mason glances up at me, and the feral look on his face is almost enough to make me explode.
His eyes stay on me as he licks me again, and I come undone.
My entire body shakes and writhes as I ride out my high, his name a chant on my lips. Mason’s tongue continues to sweep. Abruptly, he stops, and I stare at him through hooded lashes. He props himself up on his elbows and crushes his lips against mine.
Then, he stands, and I have a moment to admire his sculpted body before he turns his back to me. He rummages through the drawer again and pulls out a silk blindfold. My heart jumps into my throat as he leans over.
“Always so eager.”
“Only for you.” My voice is hoarse with desire. “You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”
His touch is feather light as he leans forward, the overpowering smell of him washing over me. His fingers work quickly as the blindfold falls over my eyes, and the rest of the world melts away. I tense as I tilt my head and listen for his voice.
My lips part as I feel his hands on my arms and then behind my back.
A heartbeat later, he unhooks my bra, and my breasts spill forward. He rubs his stubble against my chest, and I try to cross my legs. Mason growls and keeps a hand on my thighs. Slowly, he takes one nipple in his mouth and rolls it between his teeth. When he moves onto the other nipple, I tug on my restraints and gasp.
I need Mason to quench the fire inside of me.
My nipples are as hard as diamonds as he moves away, and I whimper. I hear his breathing deepen, and my stomach flip-flops. Mason kisses me and kicks my legs apart. He nips my lower lip and then thrusts into me in one quick move as I cry out.
“That’s it.” Mason’s voice floats around me. “I want to hear you beg for me.”
“Mason,” I plead, in between gasps of air. “I… oh, oh.”
