Page 31 of Queenpin
Chapter 15
Mason
Stumbling to the bathroom, I turn the sink on to luke warm and then run my hand under it to test it out. Once it’s to a degree that I can stand, I grab a wad of toilet paper and wet it.
What are we supposed to talk about? Are we going to talk about how I’m going to be her little play thing? Are we going to talk about how I did?
Why does it matter to me how I did? I jacked myself off. It’s not as if I can mess that up that badly? Is it?
Jesus.
As I’m cleaning myself off, I take a look around the bathroom. Hell, her whole apartment is gorgeous. With the decorations throughout and how it’s decorated.
That’s another thing. Since when do I give a shit how someone’s place is decorated? Since when do I even pay attention to something like that?
Have I become a little bitch?
The hall bathroom, the one that I was directed to, is gold with white undertones throughout it. The toilet and the vanity are white, but the tile and the walls are painted gold.
How the hell did she make this much money to afford it?
After I clean up, I walk out to the living room and see my clothes are still in the heap on the floor. I feel vulnerable being exposed like this in front of Lucian. Even though I jacked myself off in front of a stranger like a teenaged boy! What the hell is wrong with me?
Before I can even bend over and slip them on, I hear Lucian’s voice. “Leave them.”
Against my better judgement, I question this. “Uh, I don’t think so…” I align my pants up so I can slip them on over my hips before I see her.
I’m losing it. I’m really losing myself in whatever this is. I don’t even care anymore how hot Lucian is. I’m beginning to question my own manliness by falling to my knees in front of this woman.
If I’m so willing to do whatever she wants, how many other guys has she made into little bitches? I’m her little bitch and I let her do this to me.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
What is actually wrong with me where I allow a woman to make me feel like shit? Where I allow a woman to boss me around like this?
Her long hair is out of her ponytail and it is surrounding her face. Her face looks younger like this and it gets me hard all over again. I place my feet in my pants and then pull them back on.
“You need to learn to follow better directions.”
My head flies back as her assertiveness hits me in the face. “Excuse me?” I say and then shove my feet into my shoes. This is all too much, and I can’t even begin to understand why the hell I’m here. That’s a great question. “Did you just invite me in here to yell at me and boss me around?”
Lucian struts over to me with her heels clicking gently on the floor. When she’s in front of me, she stops and looks over my body. “No, I invited you over so we could see if this could work. But it’s obvious that it won’t. You have no respect and that is going to drive me crazy. Get dressed and leave.”
She spins on her heels and walks back to the kitchen. Before I could stop myself, I stalk after her and grab her elbow. When she turns to face me, she raises her hand at me, and I cower like a fucking bitch. I wait for her to strike, but she doesn’t. “Don’t touch me. You don’t get to do that. That is the first rule.”
Rules? I can’t touch her and there are rules? What the hell is this? What did I get myself into? What the shit is wrong with men where we have to think with our dicks? I look at her like she’s crazy because I honestly am not sure if she meant to say that. What kind of woman doesn’t like to be touched? “Wait… What are you talking about?”
With her facial expressions completely calm, she eyes me carefully. “Are you going to stay? If you are… I will explain everything to you.”
In the back of my mind, I consider the choice I have. If I leave, will I always wonder what could have happened if I stayed? If I stay, will I end up hating myself?
Can I be with Lucian and not touch her? I don’t think I can, but I want to try. I want to try to be this… This weak man who hands everything over to this woman who I don’t even know.
Does that make me weak? I think so. Do I care? Yes, of course. I’m a man. However, I’m a man who wants to try this.
I nod my head like a damn bobble head, and she wraps her long-nailed fingers around my chin to hold me still. “Meet me at the table.”
Lucian walks away in front of me and I follow her ass like a puppy into the kitchen. There’s a huge table in the center of the dining room that has seating for ten people and a big basket of fruit in the middle of it. I sit at the table and she sits across from me with two bottles of beer. When she slides me a bottle, I catch it and twist of the lid. I barely fight the urge to chug the contents.
