Page 42 of The Associate

Her hand glides over my cock, and she lets out a little moan, her lips vibrating against mine. I find myself shifting to readjust myself. These fucking dress pants are starting to irritate me now. I need her hands on my skin.

I can no longer resist.

My mouth, crushing against hers. Her body leaning into me as her leg snakes around mine. Her hand sliding up over my pecs before stopping at the base of my neck. Taking her wrists in my right hand, I hold them above her head. Her back arches into me.

I don’t have my usual tools and toys that I like to play with. I am going to have to make do with what I have around her room.

I let go of her wrists and slide my hand down her body, her hands remaining in place above her head. My hands feel their way down to the hem of her dress and underneath. Curling a finger under her underwear, I slide them off her hips and down towards her knees.

I push up off the bed, kneeling by her feet as I pull her lace underwear down until they are completely off and in my hand. The lace is sheer, weightless — something that is meant to be seen more than worn. Her eyes, watching me with heated passion as I glance between her and the lace in my hand. I drop her underwear on the bed and, with one knee, I pry open her legs and she spreads them willingly. “Fuuuck,” I breathe.

I don’t deserve her. She deserves more than this monster that is slowly being set free.

I don’t want to hurt her, but I can feel the monster wanting to come out and play. I hesitate briefly, clamping my eyes shut to try and refocus.Now is not the time to go killer mode.

“Please, Mason.” Her eyes focus on me now, watching. “Please.”

The scent of her arousal drifts up into the air, her chest rises as her back arches and I feel my cock twitch.

Her eyes watch as I tie her hands gently, before lifting towards the headboard and securing her arms. She looks over to me again. Her bed has narrow slats in the framework, which makes it easier. I do still wish we were in my room though, at least I could use the leather cuffs and have her fully open for me to use at my will.

My eyes focus on her body, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes. This woman is a fucking goddess. The smoothness of her skin — I am pulled towards her, I can sit here all night and worship her.

Her head lifts as she observes the tie around her wrists and then looks at me with a smile.

“Viv, please tell me now.” I look at her with a pleading look in my eyes, worrying about what may happen. “Do you want this?”

She nods. Her back arching, hooded eyes watching me, her body shivering as my fingers slide over her skin. The way she trusts me fills me with worry.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, I can feel it gnawing from the inside and I don’t want to hurt you,” I began.

“You won’t hurt me, Mason, I know you won’t.” She smiles at me again; her body pushes up against me.

She is so damn beautiful. Can I go through with this, knowing that there is the potential that I will hurt her? Have her look at me differently, or for her to run from me? “You may think I won’t, but you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

Her expression softens and her tongue wets her lips. “I know you enough to know you won’t.”

I close my eyes for a moment before looking at her. She is still wearing that red dress that clings to her body and accentuates her curves.

She isn’t wearing a bra underneath and her nipples harden under the touch of my hand up her leg. I still have my right leg placed between her legs and as I lean forward, I whisper in her ear, “How important is this dress to you?”

“Rip it, ruin it, I don’t care,” she breathes. “I just want you.”

That is all the instruction I need. I run my right hand up her left leg, over her hip and up to her right breast. I lightly pinch her nipple through the fabric of the dress. Her body arches into my touch. I run my tongue down her jaw line, my lips grazing along her chin.

I want her so fucking bad right now, to be on her, inside her, but I have to be patient. I want to play with her more than anything else.

My hand is moving from her breast to the base of her neck. I have to be careful and need to remain in control of myself. I want to be a man she can feel safe with.

“Stop thinking and just do,” she commands.

Her voice catches me off guard and I freeze for a split second. I lean away, looking down at the dress, her leg lifting and curling around my own. The dress has thin straps that loop over her shoulders and the only way to remove them is to break them. Glancing down at her through hooded eyes, I linked my fingers through the straps, ripping them off in one fast movement. She jumps slightly at the motion, but only for a moment before I hear a whimper come from her throat.Fucking hell.It’s that sound alone that sends me over the edge.

The dress rips from top to bottom in an easy movement and is thrown to the floor.

Her naked body lies before me. Leaning forward, I kiss her neck, following an invisible line to her collarbone and down her stomach.

It has been years since I have been with a woman. The last time I was with someone, my control issues got the better of me and I had almost choked her until she fell unconscious. After that moment, I swore off fucking anyone.

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