His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales Book 1) (8 page)

“What would you do?”  I asked huskily as he repositioned over me again.

  “I’d rip every piece of clothing from your body, and pull those sexy panties down your delicious ass with my teeth.  Then I would bind your wrists and ankles to the bed.” 

His body was pressed against mine again and the tip of his cock was poking at my warm and slick entrance.  He smoothed a few stray hairs from my face and looked down on my face.  There was a genuine tenderness about him that I had not seen for many years, and certainly never like this.

  “You can have me any way you like,” I replied breathily, consumed by thick, heated desire. 
How long have I wanted this? With Mason?
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest with each heavy thump.

“Are you positive?  Are you sure you want it like
this?
”  He asked with a faint trace of warning in his eyes, but I ignored such warning.

“Yes, with you,” I answered softly.  “Please, just-”

The intercom from Mason’s office phone beeped.

“My apologies, Mr. Woodward, but your four o’clock appointment is here.”

  “I’m still busy with Ms. Pryor.”  Mason growled.

  “Mr. Woodward, I must insist-”

  “Cancel it.” Mason snapped.

“Very well, Mr. Woodward.”

“Now, where were we?”  Mason returned his attention to me while I was still spread out on the white leather.

I smiled and spread my legs for him as best I could, reminding him that I had no panties.

“Oh yes, I am reminded, Ms. Pryor.” He gave a wolfish grin with his hardened, thick length pressed against my opening. 

He nibbled my lower lip before he passionately kissed me. 

“Are you ready?”  He asked. His voice was laced with heated lust.

“Yes.” I breathed my answer. 

I wanted him inside me.  I spent too much time wondering what this would feel like, with him. 

Without further hesitation, he shoved his thick length into me.   I gasped and bit down on my lower lip as a tearing feeling erupted deep within my slick folds.  It felt like a paper cut… then the pain subsided after several minutes.   I whimpered, feeling him drive to the hilt, pull out, and then plunge deep inside again. 

My breathing became shaken as I felt him stretch every muscle and rub every nerve ending in my slick channel.  I didn’t realize how tight I actually was down there, or maybe he was just
that
big.  He felt huge inside me.

I bit down hard on my lower lip and looked into his eyes.  I’ll never forget the fierce, hungry look on his face as he picked up his pace, plunging in and out with such fury.  Every time he pushed into my tight slit, he let out a deep groan.

It hurt, but after several thrusts, the paper cut feeling subsided.  Now, I just felt sore because he was stretching me out.  I felt myself clamp around his cock every time he pushed into me.

My aunt once told me that a perfect gentleman was gentle with a lady on the first turn.  Mason was anything but gentle… and yet, I loved the thrill of his harsh thrusting as much as I loved the intensity in his eyes every time he hammered into me. The sofa knocked against the wall from the force he drilled into me.

I’d never been so thankful in all my life that I’d made use of my purple vibrator before Mason took me in his office.  I could feel that he was a lot thicker and longer than my little cheap toy, but this would have hurt a lot more if I hadn’t used it on occasion.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight… feels so good.” he groaned, now pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.

“Mm, Mason…” I moaned loudly as my body rocked with the force of his thrusting.

He filled me completely, pulled out, then plunged back into my tightness.  I moaned loudly beneath him each time.

He squeezed his eyes shut briefly and then cupped a hand over my mouth.  With his free hand, he gripped the leather of the sofa so fiercely, there was no doubt that he was struggling to control himself.

“I want you… harder, please.” I gave a muffled plea through his cupped hand. 
You’re such a freak
, I told myself.
You want this harder?

“I’ll hurt you.” he warned, with a grunt of pleasure as he slid out of me, and then rammed back in.  I pressed the back of my head against the leather as delicious sensations overtook me.

I could only cry into his palm as his hand remained over my mouth. I wrapped my thighs around his body, feeling an instinctive need to spread my legs for him even further.  This only caused him to fuck me harder, with more force.  I knew I was going to be hurting after this but I wanted to feel his mark on me.  Inside me. 
What is wrong with me?!

“Do you like this? You like it when I take you hard like this?”  He grunted harshly as he plunged into me.  

Oh. Yes.
  Tingles of pleasure erupted within me as he took me like this.

I felt the pressure build with each thrust.  He seemed to know exactly what I wanted.  My nerve endings were screaming with pleasure.  I arched my back and moaned into his ear as I clenched around him, milking his swollen cock.

“F..ff…”  He immediately pressed his mouth into mine, in an effort to stifle his groans.

I looked into his face during that brief moment, and saw the intense pleasure on his face. I felt his entire body shudder as he spilled into me, moaning into my mouth.  He was still breathing heavily several minutes after his orgasm, still clutching the white leather in a bear-claw grip.  The sofa would have to get upholstered after this.

Once his breathing had calmed, he stared down at me.  I looked up at him and smiled softly as I smoothed his black hair from his eyes.  The expression on his face told me that I shouldn’t have made such an intimate gesture. 
But we just had sex...

Just like that, it was over.  He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped his fly.  I watched him straighten. Within seconds, he’d transformed himself into a presentable manner as though nothing had just happened between us.

I sat up slowly, feeling very sore as I straightened. My channel was very tender as I moved.  I felt every inch where he’d been. As I stood, I felt his warm juices trickle down the insides of my legs. 

I watched Mason stare at my legs with hooded eyes.  I darted into the bathroom to clean up.  I took my time as I freshened up in the bathroom, and I paused a moment to stare at myself in the mirror. 

I just had sex with Mason… he took my virginity.
  My heart skipped a beat at this thought.  My face was flushed crimson.

As I emerged, I saw that the sofa had already been wiped clean.  Soft indents from his grip remained on the leather, however.  Mason was now seated at his desk, staring at his computer screen too intently.  Perhaps he was trying to forget what just happened.

I found my panties still on the floor and replaced them on my hips.  There was complete silence for several minutes.

Finally Mason cleared his throat and tore his gaze briefly from his computer screen.  “I’ll be leaving in about an hour.  If you want to wait, we can ride together, rather than have Rick drive back and forth needlessly.”

I nodded quietly and looked around the sparse office.  It was now dusk, and I watched the colors in the sky fade.  His view of the city really was fantastic.  I was lost in thought, remembering the tenderness he showed me when he used to protect me, years ago when things were different... that was the real Mason.  The true Mason is such a contrast to the arrogant facade he presented now, most of the time.

The way he left me on the sofa afterward left my heart hurting, even though I knew it shouldn’t. 
Don’t get attached to me,
I remembered him say.  Still, I ignored the feeling that I’d been used.  I used to imagine sex with Mason when I was eighteen, and this was not how I pictured it.  I thought he would have been more affectionate and intimate with me.

A half hour passed and after a few phone calls, Mason looked at me.  “The semester should be starting soon.  Do you have your books and course materials?”

“No,” I answered.

“Are you even registered for classes?”

“Yes.  I have until Friday to pay in full or I will get dropped. I was planning to visit the university library and make copies of the chapters needed for weekly readings.  Books are too expensive.”

Mason ran his hand through his hair, and then shook his head as though he didn’t understand my reasoning.

“Tomorrow, we will go to the University.  I’ll pay the balance and you can get your course materials.”

“Alright,” I answered.  “Thanks...”

“What do you have planned for internships?”  He asked.

Now he was starting to sound like Travis.

“I need one more.  I was talking to a program director at the community center-”

He didn’t let me finish.  He was going to have to work on his communication skills, with the way he always interrupted me.

“I might be able to pull some strings if that doesn’t work out.  Just let me know.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it, Mason.”  I smiled instead.

His eyes darted up toward me, as though he wanted to correct me for calling him
Mason
on company grounds, but he said nothing and reverted his gaze back to his computer.

8. Mason Woodward

6 years ago…

It was four in the afternoon on a Thursday when I ran up the wooden steps to the Pryor’s apartment building in Brooklyn.  Nobody was usually home at this hour on a Thursday, but I was here so often, I had a key.  Mrs. Pryor was just getting out of work, Travis usually worked late, and Jill volunteered at the local animal shelter after school on Thursdays. 

I could wait.  I was in good spirits.  I’d managed to get a compliment out of my father earlier today, regarding my work ethic within the company.  In all my twenty-seven years, this had been a first, and I considered it a major feat. To top this, my own hotel business was really beginning to pick up.  The reputation of service my hotel provided was top of the line and I was working to expand a second location in Chicago.

To celebrate, I planned to take Travis and his family out to dinner.  I plopped down on the blue and white checkered sofa in their tiny living room and reached for the remote to flick on the television while I waited.  Just before I hit the button to the TV, I heard a faint,  muffled noise.  I turned my head toward the hall and lowered the remote.

I definitely heard a deep exhale coming from Jill’s bedroom.  She was never home at this hour.  I rounded the living room and entered the hall where Jill’s room was the first in the narrow corridor.  Her door was open a crack, and for once, there was no music playing.  I knocked on the door lightly just before I heard muffled sobs.  The door opened a bit more from the force of my knock.

“Jill?”  I asked.

“Oh,” She choked, surprised that I was at her door.  Her voice was shaky.  “Hey Mason.  I’ll be right out okay?”

She’s nearly seventeen.  It was probably not appropriate for me to have peeked in on her sitting on her bed, but the door was open and she was clearly crying.  I watched her hurriedly wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her white uniform shirt. After a moment, she took a deep breath and stood from the bed.  With a bit of an uneven balance, she walked toward the doorway, nearly tripping over a pair of trainers sitting in the  middle of the floor.  She bumped into the doorway and knocked her head on the frame.

“Ow.” she rubbed her head, then pretended like nothing had happened.  “Hey Mason.  I wasn’t expecting anyone home yet.”

She blinked her brown eyes several times, trying to focus her gaze on me.

“Clearly.” I answered suspiciously, but also with concern.

She went through great lengths to walk without her eye glasses.  I watched her blink a few more times, and she feigned a smile.

“Where are you glasses?”  I asked sternly.

“Oh, I’m trying to focus my eyes-”

I interrupted the load of bollocks she was trying to give me.

“Jill,” my voice became more terse. 

She pursed her lips suddenly, and I could see she was struggling with every effort not to cry in front of me.

“Where are your glasses?”  I demanded.

With that, she burst into tears, covering her face as though that might hide her crying from me. 

I didn’t have much experience comforting others so I did the only thing I could think of… I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.  She wrapped her arms around me and cried into my silk button down.  I didn’t mind.  After a few minutes, once she’d calmed down, she pulled away from me and staggered back toward her bed.  She reached under the pillow and pulled out the cheap ugly black frames she’d worn until this point.  They’d been broken in half and she’d attempted to patch the frames back together with clear tape.

I grimaced.  “What the hell happened?”