Page 33 of Queenpin
Chapter 16
Lucian
The idea of a man touching me sexually like that makes me want to throw up. “I don’t sleep with men.” Of course, I’m being fucking vague but I’m hoping that he will be just leave or something.
Actually, it’s contradicting. I want him to stay but then again… I also want him to leave. I have a feeling that Mason would be something that would drive me crazy.
“Are you a lesbian?” Mason blurts out and I chuckle in response.
Well, I wish I could say that was the first time that I heard that from a potential sub, but it definitely isn’t. “No. I find women attractive, but I don’t fuck them like that. I don’t have sex. I have lost that desire a long time ago and when you and I are together, we will concentrate on your pleasure. Your pleasure is more important.”
He looks down and then his face turns red. Is he embarrassed?
“Look, I know this is a lot to take in. That is why I encourage you to sleep with women on your days off from me. I have very particular interests and it’s nothing against you. Obviously, I find you attractive or you wouldn’t be here.”
Mason’s face turns up and looks at me through his blue-green eyes. His eyelashes are thick in the way that would make women jealous and his jaw is strong. He’s so beautiful that it’s not fair. Since he still has his shirt off, I get to stare at his whole profile.
“So, I don’t get to fuck you? What are we going to be doing then if I can’t fuck you?”
My insides begin to turn and burn, I can’t help but have my heart beat a little faster than normal. His insubordination is turning me on beyond my control and the insides of my thighs grow a little wet. “We will be doing other things.”
We are silent for a few seconds, but they pass like they are hours and we both drain our beers. “So, what are we going to do then?”
I take a moment to consider my answer to this question. “You are going to experience the greatest pleasure you have ever experienced. I want you to think about this. Very hard.”
“Is there a time limit to our time together?”
“You read those books, didn’t you?” I couldn’t help but asking because I have a feeling that he’s about to ask me other questions that relate to those dumb books about contracted sex. “I won’t ever force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You won’t be contracted to me to give me so many orgasms or anything. My goal is to pleasure you.”
“I need time to think.”
I nod, and then get up from the table. “That’s understandable. Just know that whatever your decision, you won’t lose your catering job with me. Everyone loved your food.” It seems as if he needed some type of reassurance and I needed to give it to him. In order to prove that he is worthy, it’s important to do that sort of thing. Of course, since I have never subbed before- it doesn’t change anything for me.
“Before you leave,” I call out to Mason.
He stops and turn to look at me cautiously. “Yes?”
I feel my eyes are wild with something I’ve never experienced before. I’m wanting something but doesn’t know how to ask for it. I can tell.
“Let’s get some dinner.”
“Dinner?” He repeats stupidly.
“You know, that thing you eat at night time?”
“Did you just tell a joke?” He blurts.
I smirk. My full lips twist into a half-smile making my insides tingle. This is something new. “I’ll let that slide.”
His body buzzes from excitement. “Yeah, let’s do dinner. Do you mind if I go home and change?” He asks.
I look at his clothes, rumpled from being taken off then thrown into a pile. “Yes. Give me your address. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“You’ll pick me up? Isn’t this a date? Shouldn’t I pick you up?”
It will be nice to kick his ass into shape. “I said dinner. Not an engagement. Leave now before I make you go out in that.”
