Page 58 of The Associate
I let out a squeaky “okay” in response as he pulls me towards the bathroom.
The bathroom is almost the same size as his room. A black spa bath sits in the corner and off to the back of the room is a double shower. It is just as moody as the bedroom. Dark walls, dark cabinets and even the shower heads are dark. The only colour in the bathroom is the red towels.
Someone needs to bring a pop of colour into this man’s life.
I turn around to the sound of water running and Mason standing there naked. My eyes scan from his face down his body, his muscles flexing with an effortless control as he moves around. Scars line his torso and there’s one tattoo on his arm. “Why the deer tattoo?” I blurt out. I focus on the design, trying not to let my gaze divert towards his hips.
“Growing up, my mother always taught me about wildlife.” He steps closer, pulling my shirt over my head, my heart fluttering. “She said that deer always symbolised gentleness and wisdom and that it is a sign of regeneration and renewal.”
He starts to undo the button on my jeans and unzips them. He slides them off my hips and pushes them towards the floor. “My mother always wanted me to go with her, to start a new life, but I know my father would never have wanted that. And, not long after you were taken away, my mother left.” I step out of my jeans, listening to his story. “The deer reminds me of her. Her gentle words and touch and even the wisdom she gave to me. It was just too late for me to leave this place.”
“Oh Mason, I’m sorry.” He pulls me closer, unclasps my bra, and presses his lips to mine.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. My mother may have taught me all that, but, growing up, I was always left with the nanny. I only regret not going with my mother because I never got the chance to know what it is like to be loved by her completely.”
He pushes my underwear off and pulls me into the shower. The lust is in his eyes again as the water begins to cascade down my body. His eyes stare down at me like he is staring into my soul. His lips graze mine before whispering, “You deserve to be taken care of, to be treated as the queen you are. To be shown off to the world.”
He lifts his head, looking down at me with hooded eyes, letting the water run through my silver hair and down my back. “I hate what your father did to you the other night when you were on that hospital bed. I want you to take him out, I want you to rule in his place and as much as I want to get out of this place, I would stay to rule by your side.” A kiss lands gently on my cheek. “That is, if you will have me.”
“Mason,” I breathe out. The sight of his body clouds my vision, his eyes sending me into new worlds. His touch is electric, making me feel like I am on cloud nine. “Whether we are here or somewhere else, I want you by my side, ruling this place or farming potatoes. I don’t care what we are doing, just as long as you are with me.”
With those few words, his lips crush against mine, drawing all the air out of my lungs. His hands roam my body, tracing my curves. His lips move down to the curve of my neck, his breath cooling against the water there. “Fuck,” he growls. “I need you as much as I need air.”
His hand trails around to the back of my left thigh, lifting my leg up towards his hip. His hard length presses against my core. “Can you feel how much I need you, Princess?”
A sigh that turns into a breathy moan escapes my lips as my eyes flutter against his touch.
His hand moves down between my legs, rubbing the tip of his cock over my slit and his lips now follow the curve of my neck, towards my collarbone. “Can…we…” His touch, so distracting — just wanting to feel him inside me is driving me wild.
“What is it, Princess?” he asks as he stops moving his cock up and down my already aching pussy. “Use your words.”
A shiver of pleasure runs through my body as he pushes just the tip inside me. “Can we move…” He pulls the tip back out again and my shoulders drop from the sudden withdrawal. He chuckles, deep and gravelly. “Can we move to the bed?”
“I’m not done with you here yet.” He lightly bites my earlobe and I moan again. My hips move towards him, begging him to slide fully inside me, but he pulls away. My hands reach out to touch him.
He is standing there just looking at me, at the water still running down my body. He is eye-fucking me and I am so turned on by it. The look in his eyes says he will worship every part of my body, I just have to say when.
I can tell he is holding back. He doesn’t want to hurt me.
“It’s okay.” I step towards him, his eyes looking at me, conflict playing across his face. “You won’t do what you did last time, it’s okay.”
My hand runs down his chest as he takes a deep breath in, but before he can do anything else I kneel in front of him, running my tongue over the tip of his cock. As I glance up at him, his eyes roll back and then flutter closed. He leans against the wall.
I take more of him in my mouth and a growl of approval rumbles through his chest. He places a hand on top of my head, fisting a handful of my hair before pushing his cock deeper down my throat. I moan around him, the vibration causing him to let out another low growl. “Stand up,” he commands.
I stand, my hand still on his cock. He closes the gap between us, his mouth crashing into mine hungrily. I am unsure of where to place my hands, until he wraps his arms around my body, scooping under my ass and lifting me off the ground with ease.
He turns the water off and carries me out into the bedroom and throws me onto the bed. “Cuff me,” he demands.
I take hold of the leather wrist cuff attached to the headboard and buckle it around his arm. Making my way across his body and to the other side of the bed, I do the same to his other wrist. I don’t bother with his ankles.
“What do you want to do to me, Princess?” His stare is heated as he watches my movements.
My cheeks redden as I glance down at his hard cock. I lightly run my fingers up the length of him. He is just the right size. He is girthy but not too big and a little over average in length. “I want to fuck you.” His cock twitches at those words.
“Then fuck me, Princess.” He watches my breathing increase slightly, my chest rising and falling a little quicker. “Don’t be nervous, just relax and go at your own pace.”
I am nervous. I haven’t been with anyone for a long time and no one has ever seen me completely naked. I am always too self-conscious to fuck anyone with the lights on, but Mason is different.
