Page 29 of Queenpin
Chapter 13
Mason
By the time my hand hovered over her door handle, my nerves and anxiety had almost gotten the better of me. I’m about to walk into this woman’s home and she’s not even here with me.
I’m angry with myself for not being the least bit apprehensive over this… instead, I’m fucking excited.
As I open the door, I’m hit with a fresh smell of laundry and crisp cleanliness scent. There’s a feminine smell underlying it and I feel as if Lucian is in here with me.
Do I wait for her on the bed? Maybe naked? Should I have been working out more? Shit. I don’t know what else to do over here. I'm freaking the fuck out.
I know she’s into some shady shit on the side, what happens if she grows bored with me or I piss her off? Is she going to fucking kill me? I would hope not.
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Lucian circles my body as I stand in the center of her living room. I’m well aware that this is her territory and that she has the upper hand. For whatever reason, I’m not nervous nor frightened over it.
Her wide brown eyes scan my body and I feel a sense of pride. I am not overly athletic and I’m a chef so I know I could stand to lose a couple of pounds. However, with my insecurities aside, and the way she is looking at me, I feel as if I hung the moon.
I feel her breath on the back of my neck and I fucking shiver like a damned girl. “Take off your clothes,” she whispers against the back of my neck. Her breath kisses my skin making me harder than a fucking steel pipe.
Quickly, before I could allow any self-doubt to kick in, I unbutton my shirt and then start to shrug out of it. When I relax my shoulders to slip out of the it, she tsks and then faces me. In her heels, she is about my height and it’s such a turn on.
Her voice is heavy with lust as it speaks to me. “That’s not how you take off your shirt. Button again and do it over.” Lucian’s hands are balled and on her hips. The only indicator that I’m turning her on or affecting her at all is her chest as it slowly rises and falls.
“What? Why?” I question and she looks at my bare chest. My torso is defined enough to make me comfortable showing it off, but it’s not a fucking six pack or anything.
She gets as close to as she can without actually touching me and then slaps me across my cheek. The sting from Lucian’s slap makes my eyes water and I can’t help but look at her as if she’s crazy. What kind of woman hits a man?
And what kind of man likes it?
Me. That’s who. I am a fucked-up person for liking it so much… but I do.
“You don’t ask me questions. I ask you to do something and you do it. If you defy me again, you will go home. I want no hesitation. Do I make myself clear?”
Holy fucking Jesus. I’m a sick freak because I’m about busted a nut in my pants. I nod, and then do as she asks. My fingers button fast and then I slowly unbutton it back down. My fingers lightly tingle from my arousal and my hips thrust forward on their own. Almost as if they were trying to get a feeling of what it would be like to sink deep into Lucian. I bet she’s tight. Really fucking tight.
I want to sink into her body so bad.
