Page 30 of Queenpin
Chapter 14
Lucian
Mason looks fucking sexy being so nervous. He’s trembling but I can tell by the tent in his pants that he is as excited as I am. My palm tingles from slapping him in the face but it needed to be done. When subs don’t show complete compliance, things go badly.
I watch him unbutton his shirt and my mouth goes dry when he gets to the bottom button. His shirt hangs open and I nod my head encouragingly. The nimble fingers pull down the zipper while I take a few steps back and then sit down on the couch. Once I’m comfortable, I look at him.
With his dark blond hair, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, he looks sort of like a Greek god. “Give me a show.” I rub my hands on the thighs of my pants to help get rid of the sweaty palms I’m sporting. It’s embarrassing because I feel as if I’m some sort of amateur or something.
Mason’s body is perfect. That over muscled shit that guys get when they spend more time at the gym than in their office…I hate it. I don’t want to look at a man and then wonder when the last time they ate was.
I want Mason very bad. Like way too fucking bad to admit. I like his cocky smirk that he has on his face as I’m watching his strip for me. “Slower,” I hiss and cross my legs at the knees. It’s a vain attempt because that didn’t stop my pussy from flowing.
Breaking in a new sub is difficult and time consuming. I almost didn’t want to invite him up to my place because of all of the work and frustrations that it takes to get him ready for me. I have my fingers crossed that he is not going to be a disappointment for me.
He unbuttons his pants and unzips them slowly while rocking his hips gently. It’s sexy and hot. I can’t help but stare at the bulge that is barely kept at bay. From here, I can see that he’s well equipped and my mouth waters while thinking about sticking him in my mouth.
My mouth goes dryer than the desert when his pants are fully unzipped and he’s standing in front of me with his pants at his knees. The only barrier between my eyes and his dick is his underwear. I nod my head, wanting him to take those off as well.
“Go ahead,” I murmur.
“Okay,” he whispers as he bends slides down his pants and boxers over the bottom of his legs and feet.
The slight bobbing of the head of his dick catches my attention and I watch with anticipation.
Seeing him completely naked standing before me…I clench my thighs together to stave off my arousal. “You look so beau-”
“Stop talking,” I whisper harshly and snap my attention to his face. “I want you to work your cock for me. I want to see you get yourself off.”
He looks confused and then he fists his shaft with his big ass hand. Mason shuttles his hand up and down it while closing his eyes. He moaned slightly as he begins to pick up speed and a drop of white dew seeps out through the head. My eyes are fixated on both of his heads. I love watching his face expressions of pleasure while also watching his cock be stroked back and forth, up and down in his hand.
“Are you getting close?” I say and watch his little blond head nod. His man bun is getting looser as his head nods. “When you come, I want you to say, ‘This is for you, Madam Luca.’ Do you think you can say that?”
Mason begins to nod but I tsk low in the back of my throat. He opens his eyes and he must have seen that I mean business because he follows my unspoken demand. “Yes.”
His hand worked faster and faster as his eyes watch me and my expression to this. I paid equal amount of attention to watching both of his heads… they were equally entertaining. However, I had the craving to ask what was going in his head right now. He seems to be turned on, but I’m worried he’s going to be like ‘fuck this bitch’.
“This is for you, Madam Luca. Every drop is all for you,” he moans out and it sounds almost painful. I watch as strands of come are released from his dick while it hits his stomach and bare chest.
I’m snapped out of my fog when he stops moaning and then releases his still hard cock. It points right at me with its sheen of arousal around the head. It’s purple from its work out, but it’s still just as attractive.
And my mouth grows hungry.
“Now, what do you say?” I whisper and get off from my perch. I take the few steps to him on wobbly legs, but I am hoping that it comes across as confident.
Mason’s eyes clear and he looks at me with adoration. “Thank you, Madam Luca.”
I nod, and then point over to the bathroom door. “Clean off and then come out here and have a chat with me.”
Before he can respond, I spin on my heels and then walk to my kitchen. I’m in dire need of a fucking drink.
I also need my riding crop.
