Page 21 of Queenpin
Chapter 9
Mason
My dick is harder than fucking concrete. For fuckin’ real. It’s uncomfortable and it’s almost as if I’m doing this to myself. I have sat in this chair for over an hour and have now watched three different couples have sex in front of me. The smell of their sex is intoxicating me, and it makes me want to fuck them too.
However, I don’t think I’m allowed to. Feeling this way is something that I’m not used to at all. I have never been one to abide by the rules nor have I cared to. But there’s something unnerving about Lucian.
It’s almost as if she has the ability to peer through my soul and read me better than anyone. How in the fuck is that possible? I feel her eyes bore through me and when she slapped that man up there, I felt her looking at me. I couldn’t look at her though.
It’s the strangest fucking thing ever.
Ifeelher and it’s making me want to leap out of my skin and get the fuck out of here.
“Are you enjoying the festivities?” I hear behind me.
Before I even turn in my chair that I have been sitting in since I was told, I knew it was her. I don’t turn to look at her and I feel the sharp prick of her nail as it traces down the back of my neck. “I asked you a question sub. Are you enjoying yourself?”
Like a man possessed, I don’t ask her why she keeps calling me that and I don’t tell her to fuck off. Instead, I’m sitting here completely under her spell. “Yes, ma’am.” Where the fuck did that come from?
Her nail pierces my skin on the knot of my spine. “That’s not what you call me. You have two days to consider this and if then, if I don’t hear from you, I want a different chef. But if you do want this, we have rules to discuss. You may leave.”
I don’t turn around to ask her what the hell she’s talking about nor do I even care to know. Whatever she’s offering me, I know I’m going to do it.
***
“You ready to do another drive?” Brad asks me as he bangs on the front door.
I groan. I need the money, but this is fucking dangerous.
“Where to now?” I retort dumbly.
He chuckles. “They don’t go over their plans with me, Mason. I don’t know shit.”
“Is this going to end me up in federal prison? I’m too poor to go to country club one the celebs go to for murder. I couldn’t even afford one day there!”
“Holy shit, have you always been this much of a Drama King?”
“He has,” Andrew pipes in. “Ever since we were little, he’s complained and worried about everything. Fucking pussy.”
I turn to look at Andrew sitting on the couch with a beer. “At least I’m trying over here!” I snap back. “You collect unemployment, fucker.”
My brother shrugs. “It’s income. Suck it, bitch.”
Brad’s laughing at our exchange. “Are all brothers like this?”
“I sure hope not. You want my brother?” I offer him like a used car salesman would.
“Nah, I’ll stick to being an only child.”
That explains all of his selfish ways. The man is only thinking about himself. Of course, that makes sense. What an asshole for talking shit about me.
“When is it?” I ask him with my eyebrows raised. I have every intention of making my way to Lucian’s sooner rather than later. Brad likes to take his sweet fucking time when telling me what’s going on.
The more I wait to Lucian, the more I crave her.
“It’s either going to be tonight or tomorrow. I’ll let you know,” Brad calls out before walking out of the apartment.
Taking all the time she gave for an answer to her question is stupid. I knew without a shadow of a doubt I would do anything this woman asked me to. I also knew I would happily do it as well.
