City of Sin (19 page)

"I already am restrained."

"Are you still nervous around me even though I just made
you come?" He attached the same thing to my other ankle.

"Yes."

"Good." He lifted one of my legs and tied it to the
bottom of his bedpost, and then did the same with the other. I tried to move my
legs, but I couldn't. My legs were spread and my arms bound. I was completely
at his mercy. And it was so hot. I heard the sound of Velcro. He put something
cool against my lips. "Suck on this."

I opened up my mouth and felt the cold metal object. It was
small, about the size of my pinky. He removed it from my mouth. And trailed it
down my chest and stomach. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Bee."
He pressed the object against my clit.

I shuddered. "With that?"

"No, not this. This is for your pleasure." He
pushed the metal object inside my aching pussy. The coolness made me shiver. It
was small. I could barely feel it. I wanted his cock, not that. The bed sagged
slightly as he straddled me. He put the tip of his cock on my neck and slowly
brought it up to my chin. He pressed his tip against my lips. I parted them and
he thrust his cock into my mouth.

I could taste his salty pre cum. I tightened my lips around
him. I so badly wanted to see him and touch him. He pumped his length in and
out of me and then pushed it deep into the back of my throat. He was so deep
that my nose pressed against his happy trail. But I didn't choke. I wanted him
in my mouth. I wanted to taste him again. He began to slide his cock in and out
of my mouth faster and faster. He was going to cum in my mouth. I swirled my
tongue around his shaft and then he pulled out.

"No." I wanted to reach out and grab his cock.
"Mason, I want to taste you."

"I know." He leaned back and slid his finger inside
of me, next to the metal object. My breathing hitched. He pushed down on the
metal object and it started to vibrate. I pulled on all my restraints, ignoring
the metal cutting into my wrists. The vibrations seem to echo through my whole
body.

"Oh my God, that feels amaz..." My word were cut
off when he slammed his cock back into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tighter
around his shaft. I wanted him to know how good this felt. I took him all the
way to the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around his base.

It was getting hard to concentrate with the small vibrator
inside of me. I squirmed. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided his cock
in and out of my mouth. He thrust his hips faster and faster. I could barely
focus.

His cum exploded into the back of my throat. I could picture
his abs tightening as he found his release. He continued to pump his cock in
and out of my mouth, shooting more cum into my mouth. I drank him down hungrily
as my own orgasm washed through me.

The vibrations continued. The intensity was becoming
unbearable. He slipped his finger inside of me, turned off the vibrator, and
pulled it out.

 I had gotten to taste him, but now I would never know what
it felt like to have him inside of me. I was so wet I felt like I was dripping
down my thighs.

"Is something wrong?" He wiped my bottom lip with
his finger. I must have been making a pouty face.

"I thought we were going to have sex."

"Baby, I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh." I gulped. He had already made me orgasm twice
and he had cum in my mouth.
Is he really ready to go again already?
I
pulled on my restraints.

"Always so eager."

"Please let me see you."

"Hmm." Mason twisted my nipple clamp slightly.

"Ow!"

"You've never done anything like this, have you?"
He pulled off the clamp and swirled his tongue around my nipple. It was so
sensitive, but his tongue was soothing. He sucked on it softly.

"No."

He removed the other clamp and lightly sucked on my aching
nipple. The sensation was even more arousing than the clamps themselves.

"Please, Mason. Take off my blindfold."

Mason kissed the inside of one of my ankles and untied the
restraint, and then did the same with the other ankle. "You're bad at
giving up control."

"I'm not," I lied. I was. I was really, really bad.
But no one had ever pleasured me this much before. And somehow all I wanted was
more. I'd do whatever he wanted. Even if it meant not getting to see his
beautiful face. Now that I could move my legs again, I spread my thighs wide,
hoping he'd get the hint at the invite.

I heard the clink of metal and my hand fell out of the
handcuff. My other hand was released a second later. I tried to reach out to
him, but he quickly flipped my body, so that my stomach was now pressed against
the mattress. He grabbed my hips and hoisted them in the air so I was on all
fours.

"Don't worry. You'll learn."

I felt a sharp pain as he slapped my ass. I cried out.

He gently ran his fingers along the spot where he had just
struck me, cradling my ass check in his hand.

Why do I like that?
It hurt, but I also felt aroused.

"That was for talking back." He slapped my ass
again in the same spot.

"But I..."

"That was for moving when I asked you to stay
still." He slapped me again.

"Mason!"
Damn it, what is the safe word?
Do
I even want to say it?

He reached around me and rubbed my clit. I moaned under his
skilled hands.

"That was for making me wait till right now to have you
naked on your knees in my bedroom." He struck me again, even harder.
"You've been teasing me. Do you have any idea how much you've been
torturing me?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I knew, because he was doing it
to me right now. "Fuck me, Mason. Please fuck me." I immediately
heard the rip of foil.

He rubbed his palm against my ass and then moved his hands to
my waist. "Baby, I'm going to fuck you. Hard." He immediately thrust
himself deep inside of me.

I gasped. He moved slowly, stretching me wide. He was being
gentle as I adjusted to the thickness of his cock.

I arched my back as he thrust himself even deeper, filling me
with every inch of him. He grabbed my hips and pumped his length in and out of
me. I moved my hands to his headboard and pushed back, matching his thrusts.
His fingernails dug into my hips as he moved faster. He tilted his cock up
against my g-spot and my whole body shuddered. I pushed against the headboard
and forced him even deeper. He grabbed my hair and pulled, tilting my head back
and making me arch my back even more.

I wasn't sure why, but him being rough with me was arousing
me even more. "I'm going to come again."

"Not yet." He spanked me again and pulled out of
me.

"Mason." My voice sounded so needy.
God, what is
he doing to me?

He grabbed my hips and flipped my body over so that my back
was pressed against the mattress. "You're mine." He put his hand on
the side of my face." Do you understand me? I'm not sharing you with
anyone."

"Yes." There wasn't anyone else I wanted. Just him.

He pulled my blindfold down so that I could finally see him.
There was an intensity in his eyes that I had never seen before. But there was
something else there. He looked almost bewildered.

I reached up to touch his face, but he grabbed my hand,
pinning it down against the mattress.

"I didn't say you could move." He leaned into me,
thrusting his massive cock back inside of me.

"Mason!" I moaned. I ran my other hand down the
muscles of his back and to his ass. I wanted to explore every inch of him. If
possible, his ass felt as muscular as the rest of him. Before my hand could
wander any more, Mason grabbed it and pinned it down to the mattress too.

He began to move his hips even faster. "Come for me,
Bee."

As if his words were a command, I felt myself begin to clench
around him. "Oh God, Mason!" My orgasm crashed down on me. All the
buildup had somehow made it even more intense. Every time he made me come was
better and better.

His fingers tightened around mine as he found his own
release. He stared down into my eyes as he thrust back inside of me one more
time. I was pretty sure the expression on his face matched my own...pure bliss.

He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me on the bed.
"Fuck, Bee." He ran his hands down his face.

"Does that mean I wasn't disappointing?" I wasn't
sure why, but I felt like I needed his approval. I wanted him to have liked
that as much as I did. He had been with so many women. How could I possibly
compare to all of them?

Before he could respond, a loud beeping sounded through the
apartment. I hadn't noticed it before, but it smelled like something was
burning.

"Oh, shit, the food." Mason got up and sprinted out
of the room naked, grabbing his boxers off the floor on the way.

Bee

I grabbed a collared shirt that was laying on the back of a
chair in his bedroom and put it on. It smelled strongly of his cologne, which
was now becoming my favorite smell. Women in T.V. shows and movies wore men's
dress shirts all the time and it always looked sexy. Hopefully I could pull it
off. I ran my fingers through my hair and made my way out of his bedroom.

I had been so caught up in Mason earlier that I hadn't even
realized how amazing his apartment was. Everything was so clean and new
looking. Basically the opposite of where I lived. I stopped at the end of the
hallway and stared into his living room. I don't know how my eyes hadn't
gravitated to the view before. I walked toward the far side of the living room.
Instead of a wall, there was just a sheet of glass that looked out on Central
Park and the city skyline around and behind it. The city was so bright. It
almost looked like it was still decorated for Christmas. This Christmas was the
first one I hadn't gone home to celebrate. I had been so afraid that if I went,
I'd never come back. I felt so small looking out at the city below. Any
problems I had suddenly seemed insignificant. But maybe it wasn't because I was
looking out at the expanse of the city. Maybe it was because of the guy that I
was with.

Mason wrapped his arms around me. "You look so much
better in that than I do."

I laughed and turned around. I clasped my hands behind his
neck and looked up into his eyes. "Your view is amazing. I don't think
I've ever seen something so beautiful."

"I prefer looking at you."

"Then you don't know what you're missing." I looked
back over my shoulder.

He grabbed my chin and turned my face back up to his. "In
answer to your earlier question, you were definitely not disappointing."
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss against my lips. "And you made me
burn dinner."

"
I
made you burn dinner?"

"Mhm. I happen to find you incredibly distracting."

I laughed and peered over his shoulder. The living room was
open to the kitchen. It had marble countertops and shiny stainless steel
appliances. It would have looked like it was out of the pages of a magazine if
whatever Mason had been cooking wasn't sitting on the stove, completely black.

"Actually, all I'm really craving right now is ice
cream," I said.

"You want ice cream for dinner? What are you,
five?"

"It just so happens that I crave chocolate after really
good sex." I unwound his arms from around me.

"So, this is probably the first time you've ever craved
chocolate after sex then?"

Was he really looking for my stamp of approval too? He had to
be kidding. Obviously that was the best sex I had ever had. If I was lucky,
Patrick lasted five minutes. Mason and Patrick weren't even on the same sex
scale. I innocently shrugged my shoulders.

He leaned down and lifted me over his shoulder.

I laughed. "Mason, I'm capable of walking to the
kitchen." I reached down and slapped his ass.

"Yeah, we're not going to the kitchen." He pushed
the bottom of my shirt up and kissed my bare ass as he carried me back toward
the bedroom.

Mason

It hadn't snowed since New Years, but it was so cold that
there was still a white blanket of snow all over Central Park. Except for the
path that I was currently running on. You couldn't find perfectly white snow
anywhere else in the city.

I ran across the small bridge where I would usually turn
around and picked up my pace. I needed the fresh air and the extra exercise. I
hadn't felt quite right this morning. That tightness in my chest had returned.
It was probably the fact that I had ice cream for dinner. I rounded a corner
and sprinted up a set of steps.

Who was I kidding? It wasn't the ice cream. It was her. We
had fallen asleep on the couch watching this stupid old black and white movie.
We had turned it on halfway through and Bee had tried to explain what was going
on to me the whole time instead of just letting me watch it. We had spent the
majority of the time laughing instead of paying attention. And it was perfect.
It was better than the gala. And it was better than any fancy restaurant.

"Shit." I stopped at the top of the steps and put
my hands on my knees. The cold air felt like ice in my lungs. It didn't matter
how far I ran away from her. I couldn't shake that feeling in my chest. I stood
up and ran my hands through my hair. I had ran to one of the corners of Central
Park. Cars honking and speeding by somehow relaxed me. Normally on my runs I
would think about work. Not women. I was normally good at compartmentalizing.
It was different with Bee, though. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'd have
to start listening to music on my runs.

***

My heart rate was still decelerating as I leaned against the
side of the elevator. I thought a run would make me feel better. It hadn't. And
now that I was almost back to my apartment, all I wanted to do was fuck her
again.

I stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway. I had
left Bee alone and naked in my bed. The thought made my cock start to press
against my athletic shorts.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I was never
like this. I put my key in the lock. Fucking her again this morning would make
this feeling go away.
Right?

I heard the shower running as I closed the door behind me.
Fuck, that was even better. I pulled off my shirt as I made my way to my
bedroom and tossed it on the floor. I kicked off my shoes, pushed off my short
and boxers, and opened up the bathroom door. The room was covered in a layer of
steam. I could just make out the silhouette of Bee through the glass. It didn't
seem like she had heard me come in. I stood there for a second, staring at her.
I couldn't believe I had waited over a week to fuck her. But my patience had
paid off. Now I'd never have to wait again.

I opened up the shower door.

Bee immediately tried to cover herself. "Oh, God."
She laughed but kept her hands on her body. "Mason, you scared me."

The beads of water running down her naked body had to be the
sexiest thing I had ever seen.

"Mason? Are you okay?"

I stepped into the shower and pulled her face to mine.

She immediately wrapped her arms behind my neck.

It wasn't just me. She couldn't get enough of me either. The
water falling down on top of us made it hard to breathe while I was kissing
her. But right now, she was the only sustenance I needed. I grabbed her legs
and lifted her thighs around me.

She moaned as my cock pressed against her clit.

That's right, baby. You need me too.
"Are you on
birth control?"

"What?" She was panting as she looked up at me.

"Are you on the pill?"

"Yes."

"Are you clean?"

"I was halfway through my shower..." She paused and
stared at me. "I mean, if you're talking about...um, yeah, I'm
clean."

Fuck yes.
I hated wearing condoms. I grabbed her ass
and shoved my cock deep inside her tight pussy.

"Mason!" Her head dipped back and her nails dug
into my shoulders.

I knew she was sore. I knew she wasn't used to a cock as big
as mine or getting fucked three times in less than 24 hours. But she had no
idea what her body could take. How much she could give me. I shoved her back
against the cold tiles. I had a lot to teach her.

I thrust myself deep inside of her.
Fuck.
It was like
her pussy was made for my cock. And I knew I was the only one she wanted inside
of her.

Her hands moved to the back of my head. She wanted me to kiss
her again. But I didn't have time to go slow right now. I had to get to work. I
grabbed both her hands and pressed them against the tiles, pinning her in
place. I began to thrust faster, harder, pushing her to her limits. I wanted
her to scream my name.

Last night was about her, showing her that she needed me.
There was no way she wasn't addicted now. So today was about me and my needs.
And I needed to fucking cum or I was going to end up jerking off in a bathroom
stall at work just thinking about her. I moved my hips faster, enjoying the
sound her ass made as it bounced against the sleek tile wall.

"Mason," she moaned.

"That's right, baby. Say my name when you come."

She immediately started to clench around me.
Damn she was
responsive.
She might not always listen to me, but she always came when I
told her to. That was one demand she couldn't seem to resist.

"Mason!"

I bit my lip. I didn't want to come in her. Not right now.

As soon as her orgasm subsided, I pulled out of her and set
her back down on her feet. I pushed down on her shoulders so that her back
slowly slid down the wall. She stared up at me with her innocent doe eyes. But
she wasn't innocent at all. She knew exactly what I was about to do, and she fucking
loved it. I wanted her to know she was mine. I needed her to know that she
belonged to me now. I ran my hand up and down my length and aimed down at her.

My first shot of cum landed on her chin.

She didn't even flinch.

My second and third shots landed between her breasts.

I stepped under the water and quickly rinsed off. She was
looking up at me like I was her fucking God.
That's right
. She would
worship me on her knees whenever I asked. Because I owned her now.