The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (13 page)

Brooklyn’s
cheeks were flushed and she wailed softly whilst Mason smiled broadly as they
noticed his parents and Charles watching them curiously from the bottom of the
stairs leading to the patio.  His mother had a broad smile on her face and her
eyes twinkled excitedly and he shook his head, knowing the thoughts going
through her mind.  His father also smiled and shook his head when he caught his
wives’ eye, before he led her up the stairs to greet his eldest son and the
woman that had turned his life upside down.

The
two and a half weeks he spent with him in Australia was testimony to the effect
she had on him and he was elated that he at long last met someone that
complemented him so well. 

Mason
did the introductions and both his parents pulled her into their arms and
hugged her.  His mother could not stop smiling.

“Just
call me Brianna and this is Geoff.  We are not very formal in our family.”

“I
… would prefer to call you Uncle G and Aunt B, if it is alright with you?  It
would not sound right to call Mason’s parents by their names.”

If
at all possible, Brianna’s smile widened even more and Geoff could only shake
his head.  She had been won over the moment they saw that tender gesture at the
end of their kiss. 

Her
parents and cousin, Allison, arrived as well, with Michael and Lucas in tow,
and everyone seemed relaxed and happy to be there.

Mason
hugged Aunt Ems, as he called Brooklyn’s mom and shook her father, John’s hand.
Emma hugged her daughter, quietly elated and happy for her.  They also bore
witness to the tender gesture at the end of the kiss, albeit from a distance
and she knew she could trust Mason to make her daughter happy.

The
atmosphere was relaxed and lunch was a huge hit with everyone.  Everyone
relaxed next to the pool with their tummies full. Brooklyn and Allison joined
them after quickly assisting a protesting Liza with carrying all the dishes
inside and stacking the dishwasher. 

Allison
sat down on a chair across from Tiaan and he grinned at her, openly ogling her as
she wrapped her legs beneath her and sensually curled up in the chair, his
smile broadened when he caught her angry glare. He held her eyes and he stroked
his finger over his lips, a subtle reminder of the heated kiss he stole from
her not so long ago in the den.  Her eyes flared and spit daggers at him. His
soft chuckle rumbled over the short distance and she irritably turned her head
away.

Brooklyn
aimed for the chair next to her mother, but Mason grabbed her hand when she
walked by him and pulled her onto his lap.  He folded his arms around her and
kissed her in her neck, ignoring her struggles and blushes.

Her
eyes caught the smiling looks between their respective mothers and jabbed him
in his side with her elbow.

“Ouch! 
What was that for, honey?”  She glared at him for voicing his hurt so loudly,
drawing all the attention to them.

“Don’t
be such a baby!”  She grumbled at him, trying to get up from his lap, but his arms
only tightened around her waist.  She sighed and settled back against him,
deliberately wiggling in his lap pretending to become more comfortable.  She
smiled as she felt his erection rising against her hip.  His hands tightened
around her waist and he growled in her ear.

“Careful,
honey … I would not think twice to throw you over my shoulder and carrying you
up to our room!”

“You
wouldn’t dare!”

He
pulled his legs back and pushed her off his lap and rose.  She gasped and took
off running around the pool, successfully avoiding his hands until nearly on
the other side of the pool, when he grabbed her around the waist and twirled
her in a circle, laughing at her shrieks.  She begged him to put her down and
everyone watched them smilingly.

He
lowered her and pulled her against him his arms loosely on her hips, his back
towards their guests.  He grinned down at her.

“Never
challenge me, honey.  Nothing would stop me carrying you away in front of
them.”

“They’re
our parents!   And sitting on your lap!  For goodness sake, Mason.  I felt like
a little girl!”

He
pulled her hips tight against his and growled in her ear.

“I
would not have this burning need for a little girl, honey!”

She
shook her head.  “Behave, Mason! Everyone is watching!”

He
wiggled his eyebrows lavishly at her and she laughed.  She caressed his arms,
slowly circling his nipples and her hands met in the center of his chest.  His
eyes blazed at her caresses.

“I
think, baby … you need to cool down!” 

She
shoved hard at his chest and the unexpectedness of her action propelled him
backwards and he fell with a splash in the pool.  She smiled at the amazed
expression on his face and laughed when everyone else burst out laughing.  His
head broke the water and he smiled, wiping the water from his eyes. 

He
walked towards her in the pool and she jumped around and ran towards Michael,
clutching him around his waist from behind, peeping around him and shrieked
when a smiling Mason was already out of the pool.  He stalked in her direction,
totally unconcerned of her hiding behind Michael and when he reached them she
realized why.  He took her arm and pushed Michael effortlessly to the side and
he stumbled sideways, taking Brooklyn still hugging his waist with.

She
shrieked and laughed when the rest of the men surrounded Mason and grabbed him,
pulling him back to the pool, clearly intending to throw him back in.  A few
grunts and splashes later and he faced Michael and her again, a grin on his
face.

“Well,
Mickey, do you want me to throw you in as well, or are you jumping?”

Michael
shrugged and pulled her arms away from his waist.  “Sorry sis, he is bigger
than me.”  He walked past him and jumped in the pool, leaving her to face the
grinning and very determined Mason.

She
held her hands out in front of her, shaking her head laughingly.

“Come
on, baby, don’t be such a sore loser … you deserved it!  No … Mason!” 

She
shrieked when he caught her and lifted her in his arms, turned and jumped in
the pool with her in her arms.  The moment they went under his lips closed over
hers and he kissed her deeply, and did not stop when their heads cleared the
water.

Amongst
cheers he ended the kiss and hugged her tight, laughing down into her eyes.

“I
think we should take a dip later tonight when it is just the two of us!”  She
blushed and he chuckled, turned her towards the edge of the pool.  “Out you
go.”

“Uhm
… Mason.”

She
turned back to him and gestured to her chest.  His eyes lowered and froze on
her jutting nipples, the rosy tips clearly visible through the clinging fabric
of her dress.

“Do
you really want me to get out in front of your brother, cousin and Lucas like
this?”

“NO!”

His
shout turned the attention back to them and Charles swam closer.  Mason jerked
her against him and glared at his cousin, looking at them questioningly.

“Anything
I can help with, Cuz?”

“No
thank you, except to turn around!” 

Charles
peeked around Mason and noticed the clingy fabric and burst out laughing when
he realized the problem.  He shook his head at Mason.

“Hmm,
hmmm, hmm … jealousy makes life difficult doesn’t it, Cuz?  Must say, it is
very selfish of you.  We will only look … aahhh …” He shouted when Mason thumped
him on the back of his head.

He
pulled his wet shirt off and gently assisted Brooklyn to put it on over her wet
dress, pulled her close and kissed her tenderly on her lips.

Emma
and Brianna looked at each other, broad smiles on their faces.  Emma nodded at
John and the two of them accepted their little girl has found the man for her. 
A man both of them accepted and have respected for years.

After that day
Mason seemed to have let up slightly on his anger and things between them
settled somewhat, until he overheard her talking to a man named Wesley.
Laughing and joking with him and sounding happy.  When she giggled again it
propelled him out of his chair and he went to stand in his door glaring at her.

She
noticed him the minute he leaned against the doorframe, his arms folded over
his muscled chest.  The frown and glitter in his eyes told her he was upset
with her and she quickly ended the call.  She looked at him questioningly.

“Yes,
Mason?”

He
didn’t say a word and only glared at her.  Tiaan walked in at that point and
noticed the strained atmosphere between them immediately.

“Mace,
do you have a moment?”

He
nodded, turned and Tiaan followed him into his office. Brooklyn shrugged her
shoulders irritably.  Why was he angry now?  It seems she was always in trouble
as far as he was concerned.

She
was busy typing a report for Mason, when Tiaan walked out and waved at her. 
Mason appeared in the doorway again and with his head, ordered her inside.  She
winced noticing his shuttered eyes.  She prayed silently that he didn’t spoil
the progress they made over the past week with another lesson in her
‘punishment’ as she started thinking about the times he took her on his
boardroom table in his office.  Punishment, as he did it every time exactly on
the same spot, and always with her bending over the desk. His only intent mainly
his own pleasure, and he took pleasure in her anger when he made her come, even
though she hated him for treating her with so little respect.

She
took her iPad with and walked hesitantly past him still standing inside the
door.  He closed and locked it behind her and she cringed.  Please, no!  She
turned to him and looked at him with pleading eyes. His were shuttered and
hard, his hands fisted inside his pockets.

“Why? 
What have I done now?”

His
eyebrows rose and his mouth turned in a mocking smirk.

“Did
you really think all is well already, Honey?  You should know me relatively
well by now to realize I do not receive lies and deceit very well … actually
not at all.  What made you believe I have forgotten yours so soon?”

She
shrank back from him, her fingers clutching the iPad turned white and she
ground her teeth together.  If he thought she would willingly drape herself
over that desk once again, he had a surprise coming!  She lifted her head and
stared at him unflinchingly.

“Maybe
the fact that you pretended so well in front of everyone on Sunday.  What else
was that if not lies and deceit?”

His
jaw hardened and the vein in his temple throbbed.  The hateful eyebrow shot
towards his hairline and he smirked at her again.

“Exactly
what do you believe was pretense, Brooklyn?”

“The
hugs, the kisses and … and …”

“And
what?”  His voice was soft, but stern.

She
just shook her head and wished she could just turn back the clock.  To that
very first day they met.  Then she would bash him on the head with a spanner
instead of allowing him to make her fall in love with him!

He
walked closer until they were toe to toe, his eyes held hers hostage
unflinchingly. 

“I
have never denied myself the pleasures I get from your body and lips,
Brooklyn.  Why would I have done so in front of our families?  Had I done so,
then I would have pretended.  No, honey, my lust for you has always been there
and I have never lied about that … nor do I intend to deny myself the
convenience of you being here, whenever I have the need, offer me.”

She
flinched at the clear message that he wanted her now and had every intention of
taking what he wanted.  She shook her head.

“No!”

The
smile curved slowly around his mouth and his eyes widened in question.

“No?”

“I
will not be your chattel anymore! I refuse to be used and abused any longer!  I
will not … do you hear me, Mason Sheppard!  I. Will. Not!”

“Abused? 
Accusing me of abusing you now as well, Brooklyn?”

“What
else do you call what you are doing?  It is worse than punishment, Mason!  I
want to make right what I did wrong!  Please let me!”

“No! 
You will pay for your lies until I feel the debt has been paid in full.  Until
then, my dear Brooklyn … you will be my … chattel!”

He
stared her down but she refused to budge and shrieked when he ripped the iPad
from her hands and threw it on the desk.

“You
know what I want, honey.” 

He
said in a gruff voice, nodding towards the desk, pulled the zipper of his pants
down and took his shaft out, already fully erect.  She shook her head and tried
skirting around him to reach the door.  He gripped her elbow and drew her
slowly closer to the desk.

“Do
not make me tell you again, honey.” 

She
raised pleading eyes to his again, but his cold expression told her he was not
going to budge.  She lowered her eyes and her lips were pressed in a thin
line.  She would not bend over that desk!

Before
he realized what she was up to, she sank down on her knees and he growled in
surprise and pleasure when her warm lips closed around the head of his
erection.  His hands gripped her head intending to pull her up, but she stroked
her tongue in the slid at the edge of the mushroom head of his shaft. Slowly
tracing the throbbing vein all the way up his shaft and lapped at the salty
juices flowing from his body.  His fingers tightened in her hair.  Her hands
stroked up his thighs, one wrapped and caressed his sacks and the other gripped
his hip.

She
closed her warm lips all the way around his pulsing shaft and pushed down,
sucking and licking until she could take no more.  She sucked and pulled at his
shaft, her head bobbing up and down as she drew at him.  She gripped and
caressed the base of his shaft with one hand.  He breathed shallowly and looked
down at her.  His shaft swelled even more inside her hot mouth, the sight of
his shaft disappearing into her beautiful mouth the most erotic sight he has
ever seen.  She milked him relentlessly with her mouth and he felt the pressure
build inside him.  He had the urge to thrust and he growled at her.

“Stop
… honey I need to …” 

She
pulled all the way back and then quickly back down, sucking hard and when his
sensitive head hit the back of her throat he lost the battle. He gripped her
head in his hands and started to thrust.  He watched her and their eyes met. 
Brooklyn exulted in the obvious pleasure on his face.  He felt the pleasure pain
tightening his sacks and claw at his groin.   He tried to pull out of her
mouth, but she clung to his hips and he could not stop the forward thrusting.

“Honey
… I am … going to come!”  He shouted and then his climax ripped through his
body and he spilled himself down her throat.  She kept sucking and licking his
shaft, swallowing his load.  His legs trembled at the strength of his climax and
he struggled to breathe.

He
pulled her up and kissed her, slanting his mouth over hers to force her to
submission and when she did he devoured her.  She kissed him back, just as
demandingly, opening wider with every demand of his. She cried out when he
surged inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist.  She did not even
realize he pulled her dress up and ripped her G-string once again.

She
undulated wantonly against him and he pushed her back on the desk.  He plunged
uncontrollably into her until they crested and cried in unison when they
climaxed.

He
breathed haggardly and pulled back and stared into her eyes.  His midnight blue
eyes glittered nearly black and she wondered at the depth of his expression,
but it was so fleeting she could not put a name to it.

“You
never seize to surprise me.  That went a long way to building that bridge,
honey …”

Her
body tingled long after she went back to her office and she smiled remembering
the control she had over him for a short period of time. She looked up when he
came to stand in front of her desk and glared down at her.

“Who
is Wesley?”

She
gaped at him.  That was what made him angry? Her insides tingled at his
jealousy, proving that he at least still harbored feelings for her.

“He
is my Masters buddy.  We work together on assignments.  We have an assignment
due next week and we need to get together to work through it.”

“Since
when has flirting constituted working?”

“I
did not flirt!”

“I
imagined your giggles then, did I?”

“Mason,
Wesley and I were at school together.  He is like a brother to me.”

“When
are you meeting him?”

“Tomorrow,
after work.”

“Where?”

She
sighed and expected an eruption.  “At his house in Queens.”

His
eyes bored into hers and his lips thinned, but he did not say a word, yet did
not move an inch, his eyes flashing the order at her.  Stubbornly, she folded
her arms over her chest and glared back.  If he wanted her to change the
arrangement, he would have to damn well tell her!  She was tired of being his
meek little mouse, jumping at his every command, or flash of his eyes for that
matter.

His
heart jumped at the rebellious expression on her face, knowing she wanted to
force him to tell her what he wanted, even though she knew very well what it
was.  He kept his eyes on hers and noticed she bit her bottom lip.  He crossed
his fingers that she would not relent, and smiled inwardly when she stubbornly crossed
her arms over her chest.

He
turned away, least she saw the small smile that hovered around his lips,
already looking forward to the scene guaranteed to add some juicy spice to his
afternoon tomorrow.

Brooklyn
was surprised when he turned away and strode out the office, not saying another
word.  Trepidation shivered down her spine, however.  He was not going to leave
it at that.  That much she was sure off.

He
didn’t speak a word to her after that.  Not on the way home, during dinner or
when she left him alone in the den and went to bed.  Not even when he joined
her in bed much later.  He also did not make love to her that night, the first
time since she moved in with him and her heart shrank.  Was he really that
angry with her?

He
did, however, pull her into his arms and kissed her with wild fervor when he
settled down to sleep.

Had she known how
much control it took from him not to make love to her, she would have slept
much better.  It was only his resolve to teach her a lesson the following day
that kept him from burying himself deep inside her.  He lay awake for a long
time, pondering the hold she had over him. He constantly desired and needed her. 
It has not lessened even a little since the first time he made love to her.

Brooklyn was
tired the following day and she looked pale.  Mason hoped it was because she suffered
as much as he did from her desire for him.  He watched her walk naked into the
bathroom and groaned as his erection tented the sheet covering his hips.  Talk
about cutting off your own nose! 

He
rose and followed her, opening the shower door and smiled crookedly at her
shocked expression.  He has never shared the shower with her and this was
probably not the best time to do so either, seeing as he had no intention of
offering either of them any relief for their sexual needs.  Her lesson was
about to start.

He
pressed against her until her back was flush against the tiled wall and her
hands gripped his arms.  His mouth swooped down and he pressed his tongue home
immediately, not offering her any leeway.  He stroked and explored the inside
of her mouth as far as he could reach before he seduced her tongue to partake
in a sensual duel.  His fingers closed around her aroused nipples and he
pinched and rolled them between his fingers, enjoying her low moan against his
mouth.  She lifted her one leg and hooked it around his waist.  He felt the
heat and wetness of her as he pushed his shaft against her opening, slowly
moving it up and down her weeping cleft.

He
stepped back and gripped her hair in his hand, pulled her head back slowly and
nibbled down her neck and chest to fasten greedily on a protruding nipple.  A
desperate mewl escaped her lips and she ground her hips harder against his
shaft.  He had to pull at all his control to keep from plunging into her
begging heat.  He sucked and pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. He nibbled
and bit down on the tip. Brooklyn shouted in need.  He gave the same attention
to the other and felt the need shiver down her body.  He pulled his mouth from
her breast with a pop and closed his mouth on the curve of her neck to mark her
as his.  He exulted with joy when she pushed her neck deeper in his mouth as if
offering him more.

He
pulled away from her and grabbed the bar of soap, rubbed until his hands were
covered with bubbly soap suds.  He started at her neck and worked his way down
her arms, then her back, her butt and all the way down her legs and back up to
circle and caress her breasts before he left a soapy trail down her belly to
gently wash her mound and her quivering cleft.  He watched her face when his
soapy fingers circled her clit and stroked her quivering lips.  He increased
the pressure when she keened desperately, her face harsh with need.