The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (11 page)

“You
better not let Mom see that mark, brother.  She will give you a pounding on the
head!”

Mason
laughed, pulled Brooklyn close and leaned down to kiss the mark with a smack of
his lips.  “It would be worth it, little brother.  I’ll take a pounding every
day to see my mark on her.”  His voice was teasing, but his eyes were hard when
it clashed with hers and a shiver ran down her spine.

Going to the
office the next morning was a trial for Brooklyn and she was pale from lack of
sleep and worry.  Mason made it clear that she was to share his room and his
bed and left her with no doubt that he intended to keep a very close watch on
her.

She
went to bed while the three of them still played pool and fell asleep almost
immediately.  She woke up when Mason pushed his hard shaft into her heated
body, groaning at his ease of entry, her body wet and eager for his.  She
struggled when he started thrusting, but he only laughed and her heart died a
little when he murmured in her ear.

“Oh
no, honey … you might be a lying bitch … but your body … craves this … craves me!”

He
increased the tempo and growled as his climax ripped through him, leaving her
wanting, desperate for the release he started building inside her.  She clawed
at his back, rotating her hips against his and pulled his still hard shaft
deeper inside her.

“Please
… don’t leave me like this!”

He
stared down at her until her eyes met his, then he deliberately and slowly withdrew
and watched her eyes widen in realization.  He was going to leave her
unfulfilled!

“Mason
…” she whispered brokenly, pleading with her eyes, but he ignored her plight
and settled next to her on his back, only to pull her against him with his hand
around her waist.  She immediately threw her leg over his and stroked her clit
against his rough hair covered leg, but his hand clamped on her waist, stilling
her and pushed her leg off his.

“No
… go to sleep, Brooklyn.”

She
gasped and felt the tears gather behind her eyes.  Is this the punishment he had
in store for her?  Deny her the pleasures only he could give her?

Needless
to say, she could not fall asleep after that and it took hours for her body to
relax the unfulfilled desire inside her.  She felt as if she just fell asleep
when he woke her with a slap on her naked butt, ordering her to get up or they
would be late for work.

She
seared him a murdering glower and turned her back on him burying her head in
the pillows.  She didn’t feel him settle on the bed behind her, but gasped when
his fingers found the heat between her legs and he pushed them inside her body,
thrusting until she moaned and heat and wetness engulfed them, then they
stilled.  She bit her lip, tasting the blood as she broke the skin inside her
lip.

His
breath was hot against her ear.  “I had no intention of doing this so early in
the morning, honey, bit if you insist, I can heat you up very easily … cooling
down without the release … well you might still suffer up to lunch time … you
choose …”

“I’ll
… get … up!”  Her voice was strained in the pillow.

He
stroked his fingers inside her a little longer, saying regretfully.

“Pity
… your juices flow so quickly for me!”

She
pulled away from him and sat up on the side of the bed, forcing her body to
stop shivering, already too heated from the brief caress after being left
unfulfilled the night before.

“One
more thing, honey.  In my bed, you will always be naked.  If you want to make
me angry, get in it again with clothes on!”

She
refused to respond and ripped the sheet from the bed to wrap it around her as
she rose to go to the bathroom, but he barred her way.  He was already fully
dressed and looked gorgeous in his dark suit with a light blue shirt and dark
tie, turning his ink blue eyes as dark as the midnight sky.  His hands were
hooked negligently in his pants pockets as he stood in front of her.  She
glared at him with her eyes as clear as a snowy mountain on a sunny day.

“Now
what!”

“Drop
that sheet.”

She
stiffened and her hands tightened around the edge of the sheet where she
grasped it over her breasts.  He clearly intended humiliating her at every
opportunity he got, it was there in his eyes.

“Mason
…”

“I
like looking at your body, Brooklyn.  You will not deny me that.  Drop it.”

She
slowly opened her hand and let the sheet slither down her body.  Her skin
burned as his eyes followed its path, and slowly back up.  She bit her lips as
her treacherous nipples responded and shriveled into painful nubs.  The vein in
his temple throbbed and his eyes were glued on her jutting breasts, silently
begging for his touch.  He turned on his heels and strode to the door.

“Hurry up.  I want to
leave in fifteen minutes.”

It was a
trying day for Brooklyn.  Everyone at the office speculated and gossip spread
fast.  Most of them followed the tabloids, because the Sheppard’s were so
handsome and they were curious as to whom they were dating.

The
fact that the Chief Executive Partner dated one of their own was unbelievable. 
The fact that she worked there, drove the speculation even higher.  Tiaan
walked into her office just before lunch time, noticing her pale face.  He
speared a glance at Mason’s office, but the door was closed.

“Are
you okay, Brooklyn?  You look pale?”

“I’m
fine.  Just tired, I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Is
the staff giving you a hard time?”

She
grimaced.   “Not really.  Apart from walking circles around me, they leave me alone.”

“Is
he in?”

She
nodded and he walked in after a brief knock.  He stood looking down at Mason,
who ignored him and continued typing on his laptop.  His jaw was rigid and his
mouth pulled in a tight line.

“Let
me guess, you also didn’t sleep much?”

He
didn’t spare him a glance.  “I slept fine, thank you.  It was all that damn
tequila you and Charles threw down my throat that is causing me discomfort!”

Tiaan
gave a burst of laughter, then sobered and pinned his eyes on his brother, who
at last looked up at him.  Noticing the glare in his eyes, he sighed and leaned
back in his chair, stretching his legs ahead of him and raised his eyebrows
questioningly.

“How
long are you going to humiliate her like this?”

He
frowned.  “What are you talking about?”

“Brooklyn! 
What else!  God damn Mason, you and she are all over the tabloids!  Have been
for four weeks and now you haul her into the office and treat her with disdain
in front of everyone!”

He
ground on his teeth.  “Stay out of it, Tiaan.  You have no idea what she did.”

He
grunted.  “I have a fairly good idea.  I just don’t know what you are trying to
prove.  You are possessive as hell over that woman and can’t keep your hands
off her … you proved that last night.”

His
jaw tightened.  “I said, stay out of it Tiaan!  Now, if you do not have
anything else to discuss, I am busy!”

Tiaan
cursed and stomped out of his office, throwing the door wide open.  Mason
sighed and got up to close the door.  He faltered when he pulled the door nearly
closed and noticed Brooklyn bent over at the cupboard, looking for a file.  Her
tight skirt molded over her hips reminded him of her in her skimpy shorts with
her head in the engine of the Camaro on the first day they met.

“Brooklyn,
come in here.”

She
jumped up at his guttural instruction and met his eyes hesitantly.  He held the
door open and she aimed for her notebook as she neared her desk.

“Leave
it.”

She
stepped around him and came to a stop next to the boardroom table, her eyes
lowered to the floor.  He growled, irritated at the meekness, wanting, needing
her to look at him with flashing eyes and to challenge him. 

He
walked closer and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her eyes to his, but
she refused to meet his eyes and kept her eyes lowered.  His fingers tightened
in demand, yet she still refused.

His
other hand slowly pulled her skirt higher until she felt the air on her limbs
and he watched her lips tighten, waiting for her eyes to rise. When she still
refused, his fingers closed around the back string of her panties and he
snapped it in two.  She gasped and her eyes opened and glared at him.  That was
more like it!  He smiled and felt her hands push hard against his chest.   He
dropped his hands, allowing her skirt to fall back partly, but because it was
so tight, it bundled above her hips, still leaving her mostly bare.

“Lock
the door.”   She shook her head at him and he raised his eyelids in question.  
“No?”  She shook her head again.  “Very well, I don’t mind if anyone walked in
on us …” He reached for her again and she gasped.

“I’ll
… lock the door …”  She started to push the skirt down, but took her hands away
at his abrupt “No”, and locked the door.

He
sighed when she didn’t walk back to him.  He looked at her over his shoulder.

“On
the desk, honey … just like yesterday.”

Her
breath stuck in her throat and she balled her fists by her sides, but refused
to move.

“This
is the deal, Brooklyn.  You walk and bend over on the desk yourself and I will
make sure you find the release your body needs. On the other hand, if I have to
come and get you … I will make sure you don’t.”

She
gasped, not wanting to believe his threat, but knew that he meant every word,
he was that angry with her.  She walked past him and swallowed at the lump in
her throat when she stopped next to the desk.  She felt him walking closer and
stood behind her so near she felt his heat against her. She bit her lip and
slowly bent forward, until she was lying flush on the table with her upper
body, her butt pressed against his hard body. 

He
slowly pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist, and pulled the ripped G-string
out of the way, his eyes glued to her beautiful butt cheeks, firm and
inviting.  He could not resist and his hands stroked over the twins globes,
feeling her stiffen at his touch and he smiled.  He would always keep her
wondering.  Clearly she expected the same treatment as the day before, but his
anger was not as intense as yesterday, and today, he intended to take pleasure
from her delectable body.

He
pushed her legs apart slowly and smoothed his fingers down her cleft, dipping
inside and growling as his fingers came away wet.  He stroked further down and
stroked and pinched her clit, watching her legs move listlessly.  He unzipped
his pants and took his fully erect shaft out.  He went down on his knees and
she mewled loudly when his mouth settled over her tender lips, pushing his
tongue deep inside her heated body.  He stroked all around the inside walls,
feeling her muscles jump with every touch of his tongue. 

He
delved deeper and started sucking, soft at first and then harder as if he would
draw out all her juices at once.  He stroked and pinched her clit and she
panted and much sooner than he wanted, he felt her inner walls shiver around
his tongue.  She cried out as she climaxed and her juices caressed his tongue. 
He lapped at her, sucking deeply, drawing her climax out and when she screamed
softly he rose, positioned himself against her eager sheath and surged inside
with a hard thrust, all the way to the hilt and she mewled again.

She
gripped him so tight he cursed, his veins bulged at his temple with the exertion
of keeping still, just treasuring her pulsing sheath around his shaft.  She
panted and pushed back against him.  He pulled out nearly all the way then
plunged back into her, hard and deep.  She keened as another climax ripped
through her.  Her inner muscles tightened hard around him and milked him
mercilessly.  He lost the meager control he had and his thrusts became furious
as he viciously pummeled her body, driving into her relentlessly in desperation
for his release.  When it came, he felt as if the life force left his body it
was so hard, so intense.  He shouted her name and tightened against her.  She
stopped breathing as she felt the heat from his release shoot inside her so forcefully;
her climax slightly interrupted bowed her body backwards as it gripped her in
its relentless claws once again.

She
slumped forward and he followed, his hard chest pressed her flush against the
desk.  He battled to draw breaths into his lungs.  He realized she was
breathing shallowly.  He lifted his upper body on his elbows, refusing to
release her, her warm sheath still pulsed and gripped his shaft tight inside
her.

It
took a while before he could gather himself and withdraw from her.  He pulled
her upright in his arms and folded his arms around her holding her tight
against him.  He kissed her lightly on the side of her neck and sighed.

“God
knows, Brooklyn.  I am so angry at you!”

He
turned her around and looked into her passion filled eyes.

“How
could you do this to us, honey?  We had so much to …”

His
hands tightened around her shoulders and she winced.  He dropped his hands and
sighed, shaking his head.

“You
use the bathroom first.”

“Mason
… I know you are angry and don’t want to … maybe one day you will allow me to
explain …”

He
watched her turn and she disappeared into his private bathroom.  He took out
his handkerchief and dried himself; a pensive look on his face.