Page 45 of Queenpin
“Miss McGrace. Trina is on the phone for you,” Greta says and hands me the satellite phone. Being that we are in the middle of Belle Isle, it’s difficult to get actual cell service. The sat phone is used for extreme emergencies and she better have one.
My time on the boat is meant to be peaceful and not disturbed at all. “What?” I say into the phone before I even bring it to my ear. I had told her that I would be unreachable today and I meant it.
I need to think about the Mason situation. I consider him a situation because I know that he would be a perfect sub, but I have a feeling that he will take some convincing. Like some major fucking convincing. I have a feeling that he’s looking for something bigger than what I could offer him but I’m going to try for him to see reason.
“Mason just showed up. Do you want me to do what you asked?” She asks me and I want to strangle her.
I take a deep breath to try and calm my nerves, so I don’t flip out on her but it’s hard. “If I didn’t want you to fucking do it, I wouldn’t have asked you to do it. Right?”
The nerve of people to interrupt my time on my boat to ask me a question like that.
I steer my body so I’m laying directly in the sun and I adjust my glasses slightly. Since I’m Cuban, I get tanned very easily and my skin soaks it up for a long time. Which is great since Michigan is so undependable with their weather and I hate the tanner. I always feel as if I’m being suffocated by it and it drives me insane.
She huffs slightly and I pull the phone away from my ear and then adjust it slightly. Since my body is overheated from the sun, I can feel sweat forming around my phone.
“Did you want me to still pay him out of the money you gave me to give to him?”
Does she seriously not listen to anything that I fucking say? I gave her explicit instructions as to how to handle this. In order to not lose my cool, I hang up the phone immediately and then toss it to the side.
With a shrug, I adjust my body to sit further into the sun and take a deep breath. My intentions were to spend the time on my boat to reflect what I’m going to do with Mason. He’s too wishy washy. One minute I feel as if he is good to go and then the next it’s like he’s done with me.
I pick up my own phone and start thumbing through the pictures that are on it. I keep a few pictures of the 'before Lucian’ and when I look at them, I remember that I worked hard to be here, I don’t need to answer to anyone. On the last picture of my phone, I hover over it and wince.
The memories come flooding back in and I don’t like it. I hate remembering that part of my life and then I remember why I became this person. I became Lucian McGrace because I’m a motherfucking G and I got this. I left Lucian Gomez behind and she’s never coming back.
I reach over for the sat phone and hit the main button to reach the crew. “Yes, Ms. McGrace?” Harry says into the phone as the form of greeting.
“Turn us around. I have a party to get to.”
Being on the boat is making me remember things that I don’t want to remember and it’s time to get shit back in order.
We arrive at my port in about an hour since I like to take the scenic route back. After we are docked, I gather all of my things and slip into my swim suit cover and shove my feet into my sandals.
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I’m clad in my leather bustier and a short tight mini skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination by the time I leave my penthouse to get into my car. I’m feeling pretty confident that I’m looking good and I can’t wait to see if Mason shows up tonight.
God damn it. Maybe I should just dump that shit and pick someone that is experienced in what I want. I don’t really have the time or the patience to take on someone new.
But there is something significant in the whole I get to corrupt him type of way. I can’t wait to see the dark side in him. It’s going to happen soon, whenever he realizes that he’s holding onto some serious energy that needs to be released.
Imagine my surprise, when I walk into the playhouse to see Trina doing exactly as I asked. Mason is standing in front of her with a look that screams arousal, but he seems uneasy about it. Trina’s a beautiful woman and it’s no wonder why Mason’s cock is straining against slacks. And my, my. What a big cock it is.
“Hello, friends. What are we doing here?” I question and walk straight over to them. I finger Trina’s hair and then wrap it around my finger to give it a little pull. She hisses at the force that I have provided but I already know that she likes it.
Mason backs up further and then bumps into the counter top. “Uh, hi. Um, I’m just going to continue cooking.”
I step forward after dropping Trina’s hair and put myself in front of him. “Remember when I told you that you could sleep with other women?” I asked him with assurance.
“Yes… You can’t expect me to- wait. What are you expecting me to do?” His words stumbled on top of each other, but I could tell that he was turned on with the possibilities of what was going to happen.
“Go on and tell him, Trina,” I whisper and start to undo his belt. When I have the belt through the buckle, she begins to explain the game.
“I want you to fuck me while Lucian’s watching. I want you to do to me whatever you want, and I want it bad. Can you do that for me?”
Mason looks at me with doe eyes and I nod my head encouragingly. “I know you want to please me. But it will please me to watch you please her.”
I’m glad he understands who’s the one who’s giving him this pleasure. Even though he’s fucking Trina, he’s fucking me.
