Page 87 of House of Payne
In the room, he flicks on a soft light and pauses. Then, he places me on the bed and retrieves a pair of handcuffs from the nearest drawer. His smile is wicked as he takes out a whip and runs his finger along the edge. “We’ll build up to this. Get on your knees.”
I stumble off the bed and stare up at him. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing you don’t want me to,” Mason replies before securing my hands together. “I’m going to make you forget everything outside this room.”
It’s exactly what I want him to do, but somehow, it makes me feel worse.
I know I shouldn’t be trembling with desire.
Mason yanks me to my feet and bends me over the bed so that my ass hangs in the air. He strokes the tender flesh before slapping it. A wave of shock and pleasure courses through me, and I glance back at him.
He has stripped to his boxers, his taut muscles on full display.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
Especially when he positions himself behind me, lowers himself, and licks a path down my back. He pauses at my neck and moves back d again, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. When I shift, he pushes my head forward and offers my behind another firm slap.
“Stop resisting,” Mason orders, his voice thick with hunger. “You’ll enjoy this a lot more once you surrender.”
I bite my tongue.
I want him so badly it hurts. I also want to hurt Noah like he’s hurt me.
So, you’re doing this to get back at Noah? Come on, London. Think about it. It isn’t too late to walk out of here.
I already know Mason won’t force himself on me.
I can’t bring myself to leave. I don’t want to.
Don’t I deserve to have something for myself after the freedom I’ve given up?
Don’t I deserve the pleasure and bliss only Mason can give me?
I don’t want to fight my reality anymore, not when it feels this good.
Without warning, Mason flips me onto my back and forces my arms over my head, bringing my thoughts to a halt. I stare at him through hooded eyes as he settles between my legs. He kisses a path up the inside of my thighs and pauses at my navel. One hand reaches up and flicks one nipple and then the other. Then, without a word, he plunges his mouth into my wet folds.
I arch my back and squeeze my eyes shut.
Mason digs his nails into my sides, pinning me in place, and a hiss erupts from my mouth.
His tongue moves in slow, idle circles, sending waves of desire through me. I want to touch him, but I’m in handcuffs. It feels so good to surrender to him and lose control. Mason’s tongue continues to move back and forth, and just as I’m at the breaking point, he stops.
He kisses a path up to my chest and pinches my nipple. “You’re notgoing to come that easily.”
With that, he lowers his head and takes one nipple between his teeth.
He moves to the other one, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Then, he slides his hand down and pauses before pushing one finger inside of me. He adds another, and I’m going to burst into a million pieces. Wordlessly, he shifts, so he’s rubbing himself against me, his fingers still moving steadily inside of me.
I’m about to fall over the edge again when Mason lowers his head and captures my lips with his.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, and he removes the handcuffs, but holds my hands in a viselike grip.
Something about being at his mercy is empowering in a way I’ve never felt.
Jesus.
